Definition of Irony

I think many people need a refresher on what irony actually means. Stop mis-using it!

 Image from Google Search: Irony. I love that it's about fitness.

Main Entry: iro·ny

Pronunciation: \ˈī-rə-nē also ˈī(-ə)r-nē\

Function: noun

Inflected Form(s): plural iro·nies

Etymology: Latin ironia, from Greek eirōnia, from eirōn dissembler

Date: 1502

1 : a pretense of ignorance and of willingness to learn from another assumed in order to make the other's false conceptions conspicuous by adroit questioning —called also Socratic irony
2 a : the use of words to express something other than and especially the opposite of the literal meaning b : a usually humorous or sardonic literary style or form characterized by irony c : an ironic expression or utterance
3 a (1) : incongruity between the actual result of a sequence of events and the normal or expected result (2) : an event or result marked by such incongruity b : incongruity between a situation developed in a drama and the accompanying words or actions that is understood by the audience but not by the characters in the play —called also dramatic irony, tragic irony

Thanks Merriam-Webster.

Why, Georgia, Why (I love you)?

I will miss the following things about Georgia:

the ease of access to Chick-fil-a.obvi i took this image from the chickfila website, drool.

Yes, they have them in DC, but the chicken just doesn't taste like it has as much fat and awesomeness to it. I will miss that mean Italian man that has a Chick-fil-a on 78 who is obvi from New York and not happy that he wakes up at 6.30 to open his very successful store. How do I know it is successful? I'm there.

sweet baby yummy.

really awesome sales: horribly amazing cheap sales with lots of inventory on winter and fall clothing because it stays so hot in Atlanta for a long time and people in the south don't like wearing clothes that cover their bodies...

Quiktrip. I love their "cappuccino". which is in reality, like.. super sweet creamy fatty sugar beverage with a splash of coffee that might have come from a mix and sweet mix that is.

graduating from UGA and having people be jealous of your education because of UGA's sweet football team, sorry, DC only has Georgetown, GW, American, Catholic, UDC....

people who ask me if I can speak English. You, ol' Lutheran minister, you.

cheaper cost of living. including - cheap(Er) gas, not by much.

most all my friends from college and the greater Atlanta area. Meghan, Megan, Heather, Heather, Lindsey, Whitney, Molly, Danny, Clancy, Alison, Alison, Lauren, and CaryBeth, Casey, Allie...... - SHOUT OUTz.

being not the fattest person in one place. damn DC and their love of fitness. (this will hopefully lead to the end of my food addiction.)

stores that are open 24 hours. Actually I don't know if I will miss Wal-mart or Kroger, but it's nice to know that they're open in case I get really bored and just want to browse and look at nice new shiny things.

being able to wear bright pastel colors in public without having a lot of people stare at you.

the Gwinnett County Public Library System - I still owe you 10.60$ in overdue book fines which I will be paying off shortly but you have served me brilliantly.

A Call to Arms

With each passing day in the South, the temperature rises and the urge to wear sleeveless shirts becomes an increasing temptation...and with this temptation comes an increased probability that I will be seeing my fears come into view.

Arms.

I have an arms phobia. Not guns, not weapons, especially not WMDs, but arms, the connective bit between the shoulder and hands. More specifically, FAT, FLABBY ARMS. Nothing frightens me more. It's a fear because I'm constantly afraid that I have them.

I've done less than natural poses in order to avoid having the appearance of flabby arms. If you're in a sorority, I'm sure you're familiar with the hip-pop, hand-on-hip pose that is common in photos where there are two or more people. Sometimes this preventative measure can look a little unnatural or somehow displaced in an effort to prevent arm flab from showing. Regardless, it's worth doing, for this way, no one can know how big your arm might actually be. Sometimes I find myself staring at peoples' arms in horror. I'm not sure what the proper proportions are supposed to be, like.. in relation to head size, arm size, torso size, but I just go by what I like to call the Renaissance Fair Test. If your arm looks like it's larger than the X-X-L turkey legs that you can buy at the Renaissance Fair, also known as the alien legs that you can buy at Disney World... then your arm is undesirable to me.

Once I saw a woman whose arm was so big that it was all but consuming her elbow. All that was left was a little space, like her arm's last ditch efforts to gasp for air. This image still sends shivers down my spine.

In honor of this irrational fear that I have, I've posted some exercises from FitSugar.com that can help those of you that might possess arms that you wish to tone in honor of summer.



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