Instead of going to a dancercise class today, I went to the ice rink. Despite my best intentions, I rarely ever make it more than twice a year. But each time I walk away with a grin frozen to my face. It doesn’t melt until about an hour later, the same time that my body starts to cool down (yes you read that right. Even my hands are warm when I’m ( Read more... )

Another point by point entry of interest to no one but myself. I suppose this is a perfect situation for twitter. Hopefully I won't do this again ( Read more... )

An entry written bit by bit in between watching some of the pairs teams and baking a loaf of sourdough bread (more on that in an hour when it comes out of the oven ( Read more... )