Category: Catch-as-Catch-Can

Things I’ve Been Doing Instead of Blogging

  1. Working full-time
  2. Parenting
  3. Worrying about parenting and how wrong I’m doing it
  4. Facebook
  5. Reading books (oh, who am I kidding)
  6. Reading Internet articles (headlines only)
  7. Journaling (hahahaha)
  8. Watching Making a Murderer
  9. Playing with my hair
  10. Planning dream vacation
  11. Figuring out what the kids are watching/reading/listening to these days
  12. Trying to decide weather or not to start dying my grey hairs
  13. Researching toddler dance classes
  14. Sleep

My Own, Unscientific, Attainable, Better-than-what-I-was-doing-before Fitness Challenge

My commitment to health and wellness in the New Yearhyphy:

1. One yoga class a week. (We have just moved down the street from a fabulous yoga studio, Yoga Blend, so this helps.)

2. One at-home cardio session a week. (Something as easy as this video from SparkPeople.com, just to start out with.)

3. One long walk with my kiddo a week.

4. One at-home Pinterest-y toning session a week OR one bike ride a week. (Like this. Or this. Or this.)

This commitment fits three very important requirements:

1. Variety (I get bored easily.)

2. Attainability (It’s just one of each!)

3. Accountability (I’ve put it on the Interwebs, so now you all have to hold me accountable!)

 

Catch-as-Catch-Can, 6.12.13 (All Mouth and Trousers)

Today’s Internet Rabbit Hole:

Proofreading took me to the AP Style Website. No help.

Then onto the Guardian website. A bit of help.

Then googled “What style guide do British news outlets use?”

That took me to the Guardian’s and Observer’s online style guide. (That is AWESOME that this is online for all to see.)

There, I found a new saying to add to my repertoire: “all mouth and trousers.”

Web definition: Superficial, engaging in empty, boastful talk, but not of real substance.

THANK YOU, INTERNET.

Dear Friend …

Dear Friend,

Please don’t worry if you’re at my house and need to ask to use the plunger. We’ve all been there.

Please tell me if I’ve got something in my nose. I’d do the same for you. (Just tell me quietly so no one else can hear.)

Please feel free to tell me you don’t like mushrooms, either before you come over, or even right before I’ve made you mushroom lasagna. The mushroom might take it personally, but I won’t.

If you have a zit, it is very, VERY likely that you are the only one who notices it. (Humans are used to editing out unnecessary information in their daily lives; we don’t care if you have a tiny blemish. If we do, it is in a relieved, “I’m so glad other people get blemishes too” kind of way.)

Same goes for bad hair days. You are your hair’s own worst critic. (And your outfit’s, and your butt’s, and your arms’, etc. etc. etc.)

Just because I haven’t called doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about you. Facebook makes this worse; we learn about each other often passively without interacting. We should change this.

Dear friend, that is all.

Improbable Research (Catch-as-Catch-Can 5.10.13)

Just came across this blog, Improbable Research (Research that makes you laugh, then makes you think). This group also facilitates the Ig Nobel Prize, also honoring “achievements that first make people laugh, and then make them think.” Here’s a sample, from a piece about New York’s Most Efficiently Irritating Man:

” … Professor Trinkaus was awarded the 2003 Ig Nobel Prize for literature, for meticulously collecting data and publishing more than 80 detailed academic reports about things that annoyed him (such as: What percentage of young people wear baseball caps with the peak facing to the rear rather than to the front; What percentage of pedestrians wear sport shoes that are white rather than some other color; What percentage of swimmers swim laps in the shallow end of a pool rather than the deep end; What percentage of automobile drivers almost, but not completely, come to a stop at one particular stop-sign; What percentage of commuters carry attaché cases; What percentage of shoppers exceed the number of items permitted in a supermarket’s express checkout lane; and What percentage of students dislike the taste of Brussels sprouts.) … ”

I think you can file this under “We Kid Because We Love.”