A-to-Z with D

I'm crossing off two topics today: one by request (thanks for playing along Erin !) and one just because I want to. But first, I have a confession.  I ate an entire box of mac ('n? n'? 'n'?) cheese for dinner.  The deal I made myself before pulling out the pot was that I'd save at least half for tomorrow, but that only lasted about five minutes.  I'm already regretting it. Oh, and yesterday I did BodyPump for the first time since mid-July.  I should've just invited someone over to beat me up instead, at least I wouldn't have had to leave my apartment. #ouch #7:  As I'm sure many members of my generation would agree, I quite enjoy having nothing to do.  I love sleeping, I love vegging out in front of the TV, I love chatting up far-away friends on the phone, I love staring off into space, and I love wasting brain cells on the internet......when it's my own choice.   However.   When I'm at work and have nothing productive to do, it...

Running is not my thing.  Never has been.  I joined the track team in 9th grade for about a week before quitting--I blamed it on twisting my ankle twice, but that may have been a cop-out--and becoming team manager.  (Those who can't do, teach manage.) My excuses for not running usually include the following: I have a bad back; my ankles are weak; having knock-knees makes running difficult; I'm out of shape; I have a hard time breathing in cold weather; I don't have time.  While the body related ones do have some validity to them, the rest are complete BS and I know it. While using Google to see if it was "knocked" or "knock",  I found out there's a scientific term for my knees --'Genu Valgum'.  Now you know. But I digress. The reason I bring this up is that I was signed up to do my first-ever 5K.  (If you aren't familiar with running lingo/the metric system, that's 3.1 miles.)  I should also point out that this is happening o...

First blog post ever! Let me get this out in the open first and foremost: I'm not a writer.  I went to engineering school primarily to avoid history and English classes (read: essays).  The older I get, the more I find myself struggling to find the right words in everyday situations.  The beauty of blogging is that I get infinite editing time.  But I'm also lazy, which means I probably won't want to go back and edit.  So if you're expecting to read something fluent and witty and with higher-level vocabulary, close the window now. A'ight.  Now time to explain how I'm going to run this thang. I have a lot of random talking points I could ramble on about, but don't want to waste my time writing about things no one cares about.  So.  The plan is to keep a running list of my interests/opinions/rants/etc.  Just a short description of each, no more.  If you, the reader, see something you'd like elaborated upon, or something you would...