I got the BOB Ironman (but for one baby) for Christmas. I can't say enough great things about it. It works great for running and walking and has about a million cool features.
Thanks, Stephanie. I'll let my friend know. She's kind of freaking out right now because there is no place around here that carries them and she really wants to test drive. I mean, they're not cheap! and a bad one would have the potential to make her life even more difficult than it is going to be.
I have no idea what I did to cause this, but my back hurts so badly today that I'm almost in tears. Ibuprofen did nothing to calm it down.
(As always, I need to emphasize that this is NOT the same type of nerve-being-compressed horrible searing pain that I had before my surgery. This is just the muscles in my lower back deciding to get all clenchy and NOT LET GO. There is literally no position -- sitting, standing, lying down -- that's comfortable, so I figured I might as well come in to work.)
I need flexiril and a very large beer. Sadly, I only have the beer (at home), no drugs.
I find aspirin a lot more effective on that type of pain than ibuprofen. Maybe worth a try?
Ice, ice, baby. And then a nice heat pack. I keep one of those herbal things at work, so I can nuke it and put it where needed. It smells good, too.
Yeah, if I had had one of those TheraHeat wrap thingies at home, I'd have used it. Alas, I was out. And I didn't think to bring in the plug-in heating pad with me. Bah.
I thought this was a fascinating article. Anyone read the book?
I didn't say they were unavailable. Just hard to find drivethrough. although wiith the time saved with cooking, it may be a wash.
Crap, Steph. I hope your back feels better soon.
I am watching last night's TDS and have just discovered that I have a massive crush on Josh Lucas. Damn the numminess is intense. I have watched the interview three times.
Also just called the gas co. to have them turn on my pilot light. They'll be here on Tuesday. At which point I will be a popsicle. Stil 49° in here.
I should go to IKEA and buy a mass of tealights. Nothing like twenty candles to warm the place up.
I thought this was a fascinating article.
Vincent's man-drag was good enough, as it turns out. Before writing this book, she spent a year and a half posing as a man and, insofar as she could, living as one. As "Ned," she joined a bowling league, went to strip clubs, entered a monastery, dated heterosexual women (and slept with one of them), worked a sales job and went on a men's-movement retreat, all without being discovered.
The hell? She slept with a het woman, as a man, and the chick didn't notice?
edited to change the masculine ordinal to an actual degree sign.
She did, I think, from what I could gather from when he touched on it later in the piece.
I do agree that moving far outside your normal social type (from NYC to "the heartland") is only going to increase the disconnect, and is sort of dishonest, in the experiment.