Beat me to it. Well played.
Beat me to it. Well played.
I do something similar. But I draw frowny faces on the calendar that can be covered by stickers if I meet my commitment for exercise and diet.
Something I found helpful was keeping a beer diary. At first it was to take note of different brews I tried on my travels, but soon after I realized just how much suds I was quaffing. End result? I have some good data on my alcohol consumption (I don't do wine or liquor), I drink more moderately in general, and now…
Aquaman is a straight shooter.
OK, so, yeah, they can keep this up for the foreseeable future...Damn that Ralph Krueger (sp?) and his winning ice-hockey ways!
Evening ladies. I'm not much of a slut, but I am a hater. Hope I'm welcome to the party!
We'll know by around 1:01PM EST on Sunday.
Any special advice for when the rambler is, y'know, you own Mom...
*Nods appreciatively.
That Real Sociedad President must be Jokin.
Yo, can the Canadian teams trade in the stars for maple leaves?
No mention at all of faeces in the email of the week, I'm pleasantly surprised but also mildly and most unexpectedly disappointed...What am I becoming?
For some, in fact, it's considered a sexy "trophy".
+1 for having made it to the end of TWBB.
I never stop looking at what's out there, even when I'm happy with my current position. That's no reason to be complacent, though- something even better could be out there, and it is worth the half an hour a week or so to find out.
Any word on whether Adrien Brody's workout regime is comparable?
Nah, the ball would've stuck to his foot. Totes embarrassing.