Pamela Ribon

Month: March 1999

  • insanity at pamie.com

    i’m looking for a comfy shirt Curious about yoga? Try some out right now. Go ahead, I won’t watch. So today a very strange muscle is sore on my body. It’s the muscle just under my butt, and the top of my thigh. On both sides. It feels like my thighs are shrinking when I…

  • hai-ya!

    tae-bo hallucinations So the questions have been pouring in about my Tae Bo. First of all, I learned that it is Tae-Bo, not Tae Bo. Keep that in mind. Second, I just want you all to know that I moved on to the next level this morning. The next level. Advanced Tae-Bo.

  • down, grrl!

    why you shouldn’t pat me on the head I was walking around SXSW Interactive feeling pretty good about myself and my site, meeting great people and finding some wonderful sites out there– maura.com  girlwonder.com  0sil8  flaunt And then I go down to the trade show area and I decide to play around on a Mac,…

  • look out!

    why i’m just one big bruise It has gotten to the point that there is always something wrong with my body. Eric constantly threatens to trade me in for a new model. For three weeks now I’ve had an enormous bruise on my thigh from where I fell off Andy’s back during an improv show…

  • i know that look

    you hate me, don’t you? I had a dream that I was at a really bad disco concert. I wanted to leave, but for some reason I just stayed put, watching boring song after boring song. I woke up an hour late, my alarm clock playing the disco station. Apparently I was having that dream…

  • writing notes

    ADD and OCD with a twist of lime I’m writing a note in class. How tenth grade. I love it.

  • ow.

    power pamie gets a wake-up call I’ve had some people tell me to mix up my Tae Bo with some other types of exercise to get the best results from my workout routine. Well, I’m really wanting some flexibility and strength in my back, so last night I picked up two yoga tapes, as I…

  • nothing much…

    my eating habits and my narcissism I was fading fast last night at the end of my shift. I did one of those fall-asleep-holding-the-mouse-with-your-head-pointed-towards-the-monitor things. I got home, ate a quick dinner and promptly fell asleep on the couch. The phone rang– I had no idea what day it was. Eric came home– I had…

  • austin to aspen and back again

    a journey with several climates and methods of transportation. I’m back. I’m exhausted.  I am drinking so much freakin’ coffee.  Maybe you’d like a cup, too, to go with today’s catch-up Squishy.

  • leavin’ on a suzuki

    don’t know if i’ll be back again I’m freaking out. I’m about to go on this big trip and I’m FREAKING out. I’m bad about this “getting ready to leave” part. I start questioning everything. Did I remember to do this? Did I remember to do that? And of course, since it’s the last day,…