Pamela Ribon

Tag: Health

  • 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…

  • 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,…

  • in dreams

    eric tries to convert me Oh, the irony that is my life. The doctor’s office called yesterday. Everything is fine. No more pre-cancerous cells. Nothing to worry about. I just have a slight infection, take some medicine and I’ll be all cleared up. Happy, happy, joy, joy, right?

  • a review

    and a doubt. Did I mention that “We’re So Much Better Than Everyone Else” got reviewed? It did.

  • whatever

    a movie review complete with spoilers (oh yeah, i’m pissed about geek girl films again) (driving into the restaurant last Friday. The same restaurant as the incident where Eric drove my car onto the cement parking lot divider.)

  • the sounds of silence

    and the madness in my head So, I’m at home. And I’m not allowed to talk. Whenever I do talk, you can only hear a little whisper coming out of me. I feel like the Godfather. Everyone has to lean in to hear me. I’m tired of it, though. I miss my voice. I miss…

  • the road to insanity

    has Vincent Gallo for a tour guide Still here. Can you believe it? I neither killed nor was killed yesterday. And I think there were a few moments there last night were Eric and I were seriously reconsidering the fact that we only have one couch, and one bed.

  • The twelve days of pamie

    i go neurotic about hosting I will never catch up on my journal reading. I am just going to accept that and move on with my life. My sniffly, sneezy life.