http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/ Medicinal musings from a mobile shrink, a.k.a. Queen of the Road. en Copyright 2010 Tue, 31 Aug 2010 16:04:19 -0500 http://www.sixapart.com/movabletype/ http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss Violets (or whatever the hell these are) are blue. Roses are red. If either required effort, They'd all be dead.]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/08/roses.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/08/roses.html Royally Snarky Tue, 31 Aug 2010 16:04:19 -0500 Yes! It's times like these the whole medical school things seems almost worth it. Apparently, he doesn't like patients to do the pills because they seem to think doing them equates to being able to eat with abandon, ie not do any clear liquids. Really? So, let me make it perfectly clear (like the liquids you'll be drinking most of the day before): What you ingest nourishment-wise is exactly the same, no matter which prep you choose. Now, some helpful tips: 1) Do the pills (Osmoprep). The only disadvantage is that you have to do the prep twice: once the night before, and once a few hours before the procedure (although the second time is fewer pills and less liquid). Since you can't have anything at all by mouth for about 3 hours before the procedure, this means for an 8 am colonoscopy, you'd have to start your morning prep at 4:30 am (the morning prep is done over a 1/2 hour). If I had to get up at 4:30 am, I wouldn't have been able to sleep for weeks beforehand, anticipating that nightmare. Instead... 2) Schedule the procedure for late morning. Mine was at 11 am, so I started the second set of pills at 6 (I could have started as late as 7:30, but wanted to make sure I was... done by the time I had to get into the car) - still terribly early for me, but no 4 am. 3) Keep reading material by the toilet and once the prep starts working, just plan to stay awhile. What can I say? I'm the Queen of Multitasking. Tim was amazed - as always - that I could sit for that long. He said his legs would go numb. That brings me to another hint: put your feet up on a small ottoman or your legs will go numb. (I really am an expert at inertia, ain't I?) If you don't want to sit that long (what's wrong with you, anyway?) at least stay near the toilet. I started having... results... about an hour after taking the last of the pills the first time and after 45 minutes the second. The night before, it was largely over in about 4 hours. The morning of, about two hours. Disclaimer: I have a Jewish colon and results may vary. But, I can definitely promise this: If I didn't have cramps, you won't either. 4) It's better to start with the baby wipes than end up feeling like you're wiping your butt with a lit road flare. The procedure itself is nothing. Easy for me to say, I don't remember much of it. (Bowing to the Versed God, here.) I'm sure you know that colorectal cancer is about the only cancer that can be prevented by regular screening and if your doc finds a polyp, he can take it out right then. If diagnosed early, it's 90% curable. Once you have symptoms, it's likely already at an advanced stage. What I didn't know, is that colorectal cancer kills more women every year than ovarian and cervical cancers combined. Hopefully, you wouldn't dream of skipping your annual, so if you're 50 - do this. The drugs are great, too. (According to Tim, the first thing I said when I woke up was, "This is nice.") I asked for light sedatation, as I wanted to watch on the screen. I guess I'm really not over my TV addiction. As always, Tim was his usual supportive self and helped me fill out the paperwork before the procedure. When I got to the question about how much alcohol I consume, he said, "Please don't tell them the truth. I don't want to have to listen to a lecture on alcoholism." Nice. I don't have to have another colonoscopy for 10 years. By then, who knows? Remember Fantastic Voyage? Maybe gastroenterologists will miniaturize themselves, surfing through our colons, searching for anomolies. I can just hear the Jewish ones, now: Oy, not so fantastic, but it's a living! The only advantage to getting up early - and one I don't plan on repeating any time soon.]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/08/colonoscopy.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/08/colonoscopy.html Stationary Life Wed, 25 Aug 2010 19:16:55 -0500 This lovely (with Pelican Puckers), very accomodating book club (they actually changed their club day for me because I couldn't call in on a Friday) has been meeting for about two years in Lakewood, CO. They originally met each other through church and their kids, and started as a monthly prayer group - praying so their kids wouldn’t get pregnant or end up in jail. It worked, so they turned their attendtion to books. (How 'bout praying for Angelina to option QUEEN OF THE ROAD, ladies? Come on! You have such a great track record!) I always like to ask book clubs how they heard of my book. Lauri said she picked it after reading the review in The Rocky Mountain News. A bittersweet memory, indeed. Yes, the Rocky loved The Queen (the reviewer gave it a "Grade A"), but not long after, the newspaper folded. Did I hear someone say "cause and effect"? Oooh, wise guy, eh? (Sorry. Tim's still plowing through a Three Stooges marathon on cable. I can't get Three Blind Mice out of my mind. There, now you can't, either. Why should I suffer alone?) Anyway. Here's "the closest thing we had to a designer shoe, [Janice's] Birkenstock!" Hmm. Since when did Birks get so stylish? I had a pair in college and I can guarentee you, they didn't look anything like that. Lovely Ladies of Lakewood: Thank you so very much for inviting me to your discussion! I'll let you know when your prayers are answered. (Angie - call me.) ]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/08/lakewood_book_club.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/08/lakewood_book_club.html Book Groups Thu, 12 Aug 2010 12:47:55 -0500 I've said that one of the major benefits of being a writer is getting to meet other writers. Well, I lied. The very major benefit is getting to read their books. I "met" Ann Vanderhoof through her first book, An Embarrassment of Mangoes: A Caribbean Adventure when I spent a Queenly day at Celestial Seasonings as its book club pick. During the signing, one of the employees gave me a copy of Ann's book, because at the end of Queen of the Road I mentioned that Tim wanted our next adventure to be on a sailboat and I'd been catching him surfing the net for sailboat sites. "Don't do it until you read this book," the woman cautioned, handing it over. It was after I read Embarrassment of Mangoes that I started lamenting, "Why can't I have a normal husband who just surfs for porn?" Don't get me wrong: It's a wonderful, humorous travel memoir but disasters out in the middle of the ocean make disasters on land in a bus seem... quaint. Her latest book, The Spice Necklace, also centers around her and husband, Steve's, sailing adventrues in the Caribbean, but with a definite emphasis on all things culinary. Yum. So, OK. After drooling my way through the pages, I now want to do the sailing in the Caribbean thing, again. Maybe Tim and I will run into (not literally, of course) Ann and Steve in their boat, Receta (recipe) or their dinghy, Snack. Then again, Ann writes that it's part of island culture to make guests participate in cooking. I have a feeling that particular tradition would be scuttled after my first invite. Some of my favorite parts of the book were when they explored various Caribbean islands in some pretty awufl rental cars, which they call SdJ "Shitbox du Jour" or SdS "Shitbox de la Semaine" (depending on if they're on a French or English-speaking island). Brought back memories for me. My dad always called any rental car we had a "scheisse kubel" which he helpfully translated for me as "shit bucket" in German. And, we didn't even have to be in Germany. Another favorite part was learning about the art and science of cocoa testing. And, of course, another was meeting all the island characters through Ann's eyes, especially catching up with a few from An Embarrassment of Mangoes. Really, there are too many "favorite parts" for me to mention, so just read the book. Need more incentive? Plenty of extremely tasty-seeming Carribean food recipes for Tim and drink ones for me. ("Seeming"? What do you want from me - I just finished the book!) Be sure to check out Ann's wonderful website for some great pictures and more recipes.]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/08/the_spice_necklace_1.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/08/the_spice_necklace_1.html Writing Thu, 05 Aug 2010 15:49:17 -0500 Tim and I have found another band to stalk. During the Las Vegas part of our Queenly trip, it was the Motown cover band, Sho-Tyme. We saw them three times during the week we were there. (I recently tried to look them up, as we'll be in Las Vegas in the Fall, but no luck. Look what happens without Royal support!) Now, it's Chase N The Dream, another funk-filled band (so, I love Motown - what do you want from me?), conveniently playing at several venues near us. We first saw them at the beginning of the summer at a free concert at the Boulder Bandshell during the Boulder Creek Festival. I thought they were great, but then they did an Earth, Wind and Fire medley and I was hooked! Last night, they were at The Village (The Prisoner, anyone? The original, not the recent, esoteric-to-the-point-of-who-cares AMC version, please!) at Flatirons Mall for another free concert (so, I love free concerts, what do you want from me?). Tons o' fun. People brought their dogs who also seemed to be groovin'. I wish I had taken a picture of Willie, the Lassa-Poodle (never heard of this before), for you. He looked like a furry Yoda, perched in his owner's arms, surveying the scene. (Although Tim took this picture of a llama he encountered on a recent hike:) Since we were in the neighborhood anyway, we stopped into the Nordstrom Rack. What's up with women's clothes these days? It's all so... blech. I mean super-blech to the feh-squared! Stacy and Clinton need to do an intervention. Some of the stuff was just hideous, the rest, completely uninteresting. But... there was this pair of to-die-for designer shoes at half price. Six inch stilleto heels. What do they want from me? These Stuart Weiztman's are called "Acrobatic." Right. You need to be an acrobat to wear them and not kill yourself. And believe me, those weren't nearly the worst. Maybe when my arches were embryos ... So, while I was in the Rack I had a good kvetch over the state of women's fashion these days. Everyone needs one - a kvetch that is - once in awhile. Anyone else notice this about women's clothing lately (at least for those of us who by off-the-rack/Rack)? What gives? Fortunately, we then chilled with Chase N The Dream. I just hope the band doesn't start getting the same terrified look in their eyes I remember Sho-Tyme developing whenever they saw us.]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/07/chasin_the_dream.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/07/chasin_the_dream.html Stationary Life Fri, 30 Jul 2010 12:52:38 -0500 From left to right: Liz (on chair), Charmange (standing), Sharon, Karen, CJ, Sue, Louann (kneeling), and Suzanne (sitting). All drinking Lemon Drop Martinis. This club in Portland, OR started 20 years ago with a member who is no longer with them. Apparently, she was a "major reader" and "club starter" (loved that). Two of the original members still remain. After our lovely chat, I tried to find some pictures of Portland from our QUEEN OF THE ROAD trip to add to this blog entry, and I realized I didn't have any. We'd been to that beautiful city before, and on our trip, really tried to concentrate more on places we hadn't been. So instead, I shall leave you with some of my favorite pictures from the Oregon coast: OK, while this isn't a great picture, it is the Astoria Column, and there's no elevator. Yeah, I climbed all the way up. Here's why: Nice view, huh? Here's Cannon Beach: Thanks so much for the lovely discussion, ladies, and thanks for the memories!]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/07/looooong_running_book_club.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/07/looooong_running_book_club.html Book Groups Tue, 20 Jul 2010 15:10:13 -0500 On the bottom row, kneeling is Julie, redhead Emily (they're sisters and best friends), Joan and Pam. Back row is Kathryn (Julie and Emily's mom), Karen, Donna (popping her head around Karen’s shoulder), Sonja, Jackie, Myrtle and kneeling behind Pam is Leah. This book club has been meeting since October '02 in Plano, TX in each other's homes. Initially, they were a neighborhood book club, but then more members were brought in. Emily’s sister, Julie, named them the "Cover Girls" and they seem to have it down: Whoever chooses the book, looks up background information on the author, including how he or she came to write the book, as well as gets discussion questions together. Very organized, ladies! But, don't think this means this club doesn't have fun: They assured me their Queenly meeting featured a "giant pitcher of apple martinis." Maybe all those martinis are why Emily emailed me this afterwards: When we got off the phone we all looked at each other in amazement over how much fun it was talking to you and what a sweetheart you are. Oy, Emily. Way to ruin my reputation! Emily was the one who had the excellent taste of choosing QUEEN OF THE ROAD And, why did she choose it? Apparently, her first book club choice way back when was Wallace Stegner's Angle of Repose . Believe it or not, that was actually my own book club's very first book. None of the Cover Girls liked it (except Emily) and she's never lived that one down, so decided to pick "a funny one that no one could argue with." I certainly hope she was right! (And as I told her, I loved Angle of Repose, but we know what my tastes are like. Porcelin Inspirations, anyone?) Many, many thanks to the Cover Girls for a most enjoyable discussion!]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/07/cover_girls.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/07/cover_girls.html Book Groups Sun, 11 Jul 2010 18:54:00 -0500 L-R: Jaime, Becky, Margaret, Christy, Tamar, Marie But, one of the first things this lovely group said put me right at ease: They were drinking my Jubilees. No more worries for me! Although these seven gals (Jane couldn't make it that night - but don't worry Jane! We didn't talk about you - much) are only randomly connected, it seems they're off to a wonderful start. I'm always interested to know how book clubs hear about QUEEN OF THE ROAD. Well, Becky's husband is a psychiatrist, and a friend recommended it to her. That friend heard about it from Jen Lancaster's blog. Shortly before calling into this club, I'd found out that QUEEN is in 9th printing. (Don't worry, ladies. Even without my own jubilee, I celebrated.) As I told them, it's really because of book clubs and reader word-of-mouth that the book has done so royally well. THANK YOU, dear readers. And ladies, I wish you many, many more thirsty Thursdays! ]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/07/thirsty_thursday_girls.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/07/thirsty_thursday_girls.html Book Groups Tue, 06 Jul 2010 11:34:16 -0500 Georgetown, a small, historic town about an hour west of Boulder. Of course, it started with a parade: If I had known it was possible to drive a marching band, I might have gone for the French Horn while I was in High School like my friend, Nancy. See? What did I tell ya? Wholesome. Then, the bucket brigade races: And, although this was the Fire Department's team, they didn't win. Nope. The one that beat them, in fact, was the only one that put a woman up on the very top. I'll stop now, before I get even less wholesome. Well, OK. Maybe not. The Police Chief had decreed that anyone "horribly, obviously intoxicated" would be disqualified. I think he must have missed the guy on one team, who after his team finished, dove right into that shallow pool, cutting his head open. Of course, the next team refused to compete with blood in the pool, so it had to be emptied and refilled. Didn't make much sense, but that's what they did. My favorite team called themselves the "Wet Spots." Not so wholesome, I know. I liked hearing the Fire Chief announce them over the loudspeaker. What do you want from me? And, what small town would be complete without its eccentric? We're home now, waiting for the fireworks to start, listening to John Philip Sousa while Tim barbeques lotsa meat (all that wholesomeness sure ignites the appetite). So, I'll end with some Boulder fireworks pics I took a few years ago: Happy July 4th, everyone! ]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/07/happy_4th_of_july.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/07/happy_4th_of_july.html Stationary Life Sun, 04 Jul 2010 19:38:45 -0500 QUEEN OF THE ROAD: Rather than attempt a description myself, I was so tickled with Kelly's, I'll just post it here: We aptly named ourselves the "Not Yo Mammas Book Club" and we have had it faithfully the last Tuesday of every month. We enjoyed reading and discussing the book. Lots of laughter had by all discussing the pitfalls of hitting the road for a year. We each came in our pj's and received a boa and tiarra. Funny thing was when they were purchased we didn't realize until we got them home that they flashed....oh yeah, classy! A couple of the girls got together and made the martini glasses. They turned out BEAUTIFUL and complimented the green in the Pelican Pucker! We had such a great time that one of our members stated the following morning she was sitting in her pj's, wearing her tiarra and drinking coffee out of her martini glass. She simply was not ready to give up being a princess yet....... You be the judge on that Pelican Pucker: Quite the nice job, I'd say. Gee. I sure hope we have Midori in the house...]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/05/not_yo_mammas_book_club.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/05/not_yo_mammas_book_club.html Book Groups Mon, 31 May 2010 16:32:23 -0500 TOP ROW Left to right: Ruth, Peggy, Geraldine, Martie, NEXT ROW DOWN left to right: Marge, Nancy, NEXT ROW DOWN left to right: Betty, Ginny, Alice Jeanne, FRONT ROW left to right: Rita and Sue. This club very appropriately meets in a clubhouse. Unfortunately, they do it on Thursdays in the early afternoons, so alas, no drinks (that I can see, anyway, and believe me, I have eagle-eyes for this sort of thing). Bridgeville is in the southernmost county in Delaware and these ladies live in a 5 year-old community there. Hmm... if I lived in a community where I knew alot of people in the neighborhood, would that disuade me from going out to get the mail in this getup? Nah. I don't think so, either, despite what Tim said when I went out to the mailbox like this, "Say hi to the neighbors. We'll tell them we're adjusting your meds." Thanks again, for a lovely discussion, ladies! ]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/05/bridgeville_delaware_book_club.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/05/bridgeville_delaware_book_club.html Book Groups Sun, 23 May 2010 16:05:24 -0500 QUEEN OF THE ROAD, but I couldn't call in that night. So, several of the ladies met again the very next night when I could. Talk about gluttons for punishment. front row l to r: Liz Hutchinson, Kay Shapiro, Judy Blinn-Rudman second row, l to r: Marilyn Ruben, Clare Berkman l to r: Marilyn Ruben, Judy Blinn-Rudman, Liz Hutchinson, Clare Berkman In front: Kay Shapiro KI stands for Kehillet Israel Congregation and SZ for Temple Shaarey Zedek Turned out to be quite an unusually adventurous group: Several RVers (my people aren't really known for hitting the road - hitting the desert, yes. Road? In an RV? Not so much), and even a woman, Judith, who sailed on Lake Michigan for years. Apparently, her husband had quite a bit in common with me: he wasn't, shall we say, the best passenger. I especially loved one of their takeaways from the book: Differences are something to appreciate rather than overcome to stay together. I couldn't (and didn't) say it better myself. Thanks for doubling down on your Queen, ladies! ]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/05/kisz_book_club.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/05/kisz_book_club.html Book Groups Sun, 16 May 2010 14:29:54 -0500 QUEEN OF THE ROAD. Over 30 ladies crowded into a 12X12 room at the Bemidji Airport. They certainly got into the spirit of things: The Book Bags: Back Row: L-R, Ann Cease ("who is a witch when she travels" - yeah, Tim says the same about me), Cori Rude, Leona Hambrecht, Sue Bruns, Martha Nelson, Evi Thompson, Nancy Bensen, Robyn Schulke, Lin Ward. Front Row: Mary May, Polly Scotland, and Trish Quistgaard. The Finer Things Literary Society: Erin Curran and Amy Haskell The Bemidji Belles (a new club that's been meeting only 6 months) and one member of the Tuesday Book Club (who didn't seem to mind meeting on Wednesday) wearing her pajamas (center in black - my kinda gal). L-R Back: Jeannie Peterson, Shelly Anderson, Joyce Siegert. Front: Carole Holmes, Vicki Holmes, Joel Olson. Ladies of the Lake: L-R, Back Row Dianne Wilds, Pat Schneider, Susan Colliander, Eileen Gothman, DeeAnn Najjar, Mary Melchoir. Front Row: Peggy Olding, Annette Mackenroth, Nancy Ramsey. (I was told that 2/3 criteria had to be met to be in this club: Read the book, live on the lake, not be a virgin. I didn't ask who met what.) Other book clubs take notice: All the ladies were either in tiaras or Burger King crowns. (I'm partial to the one I got from Target.) Tim and I actually drove through Bemidji, MN. It's the first city on the Mississippi River. We even stopped for heavenly Walleye fish 'n' chips on Leech Lake, in the town of Walker. The book clubs told me I'd misidentified the lake as "Walker Lake" in the book. Now, which would you rather swim in? Thanks for a very special and lively evening, ladies! ]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/05/book_babes_bells_virgins_all_w.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/05/book_babes_bells_virgins_all_w.html Book Groups Sat, 08 May 2010 15:02:00 -0500 fox family again. Looking through all my pictures from last year, I realized I'd meant to post these, too. So, without further ado: We were eating outside one evening, and guess who thought he was coming to dinner? Maybe he mistook me for his adoptive leopard mom. We had just gotten new carpet and the installers left the remnant rolled up right outside our bedroom. One night, I awakened to thump, thump... scatter, scatter. Thump, thump, thump... scatter, scatter, scatter. I got up to investigate and this is what I saw: They were chasing each other into and through the rolled up carpet. Tim and I have been debating about the whole ammonia thing. The bears are ending their hibernation and coming down from their caves in the mountain. It was a real chore to get our garage door fixed, so I thought we should put the ammonia soaked rags on top of our garaged garbage bins, again. Tim says since it's been so wet, there'll be plenty of berries around for them and they won't need to break into anything. But, wouldn't it be nice not to have piles of bear scat in our driveway? He had to concede I had a point. So sorry, Yogi. Ammonia it is. But, what about the fox in the backyard? Tim's the one (what do you want from me?) who has to clean all their poop. We could put some ammonia under the deck to dissuade them not to use it as a den again. On that decision therefore, I deferred to my husband who said, "Oh, but we enjoy them so much. What's a little poop?" I guess we'll see if momma fox thought the accommodations at our humble abode were good enough for her. Judging by how she seemed to take ownership, I'm thinking, yeah. This was taken after Tim and I walked home from downtown. It was eerie indeed to come up to our driveway at dusk and see her, pretending she's queen of all she surveys, on our garage. There can only be one queen of this road, toots. Taking the "Fox Xing" sign a neighbor put up, literally: At least she's looking both ways before she crosses. If last year is any indication, the little ones should arrive in about two weeks. I've seen a couple of adults in the yard (neither of whom looked preggers), but since it only takes two... Yes, I know this is wild speculation, but that's what we do here on the Fox News Update. We report, you decide. ]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/05/the_fox_network.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/05/the_fox_network.html Beasts Stationary Life Sun, 02 May 2010 17:27:34 -0500 hate working out. And, that's why I love my treadmill. Over the years, I've done a bunch of different workouts, from running (in college and medical school) to stairmaster (in residency), to NordicTrack (until it broke and I couldn't find a replacement part), to jumping on a mini-trampoline (while living on the bus), to jump roping (ditto). In the last few years, since we've been stationary again, we got a treadmill. Here's why I love it: 1) It means exercising indoors. (You know I prefer my nature through a window.) 2) It doesn't allow me to cheat. I can't slow down/stop because I've programmed in the speeds/time. It's sort of an antidote to my inner sloth. 3) I can do it in front of the TV, thus giving me permission to watch all the crappy realty shows I really wouldn't feel good about just sitting down and watching. (This "exercise pairing" stuff really works: if you can pair something you hate - exercise - with something you love - crappy TV - it becomes its own incentive.) I mean, what could be bad? Well... this, I guess: Because I can use the treadmill in the privacy of my own home, I see no need to get dressed to do it. You all know my aversion to getting dressed. Part of the perks of working at home is getting to stay in PJs all day. (Unless you're my husband, in which case, that's just not something "decent people" do.) So, why in the world do I have to get dressed to work out? Sure, I have to wear a bra with my new-found DDDs. If I didn't, I could put an eye out. Sneakers are a must, as well. But why wear anything else when it's just going to get all sweaty and have to go right into the laundry bin? Even though Tim's the one who does the laundry, let's just say he's not exactly on board with the semi-naked workout thing. Ironic, huh, since he's the one who insisted we go to a nudist RV park. When he works out, even at home, he puts on full work out regalia. I don't get it. And, I certainly don't get why Mr. Energy Conservation doesn't approve of the power/water savings in laundry I'm providing. You just can't please some people. Since the treadmill is near a window that workmen have to pass to get to our yard, if one is coming over (like he did last week), Tim will warn me, and beg me to put on shorts and a t-shirt. "It wouldn't kill you," he says. I wouldn't be so sure, if I were him. But, I do - put them on, that is. Largely because I don't want to be responsible for that workman's therapy bill the rest of his life. Back to treadmills. This post was inspired by a reader of this blog who told me about her site, www.runreviews.com. It has treadmill reviews, workouts and a special section for running tips. I've been perusing it and getting some good ideas. Unfortunately for Tim, none of them include the need to be clothed. ]]> http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/04/why_i_love_my_treadmill.html http://www.doreenorion.com/blog/2010/04/why_i_love_my_treadmill.html Stationary Life Sun, 25 Apr 2010 14:33:32 -0500