Posted by: missconstrued on: March 25, 2008
Dear Face,
I am not a big fan of yours at the moment. I realize that I expect more from you than other parts of the ensemble, but c’mon…can’t we just all get along, here? I am *EXTREMELY* aware that you are unhappy with me for upping the workouts, therefore tripling the amount of time you spend [...]
Posted by: missconstrued on: March 20, 2008
I have an incredible opportunity before me, and I don’t know if I’ve got the cojones to take it (Yes, because if you put it in Spanish, it’s not the same crass sentiment).
Want to know what it is?
Eh, I’m afraid to type it. Because if I say it out loud, then I’m going to realize [...]
Posted by: missconstrued on: January 17, 2008
Possibly the biggest fight that I ever got into with Momma was about the military. “You knew what you were getting into when you married that man,” she’d unfailingly retort whenever I griped about one regulation, rumor, or remark (that man, see: dh, who has since abandoned all things military after I begged and pleaded) [...]
Posted by: missconstrued on: December 6, 2007
So, MG (marathon girl, a.k.a., my training partner) and I have been asked to share a quote at a mutal friend’s wedding. Now, I can write ’till the cows come home, but speaking in public? I turn into a knees-knocking, tongue-tied, grinning idiot. Seriously. Mr. Bean ain’t got nothing on me, if there’s a crowd, [...]
Posted by: missconstrued on: February 14, 2006
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