Daily Candy

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Ever heard of Daily Candy? I'd heard a bit - from other indie designers who managed to get their products featured in one of their daily articles. I never figured I'd come into range of their radar so imagine my surprise when one of the editors contacted me about my charssi Spoon Fudge. They wanted some samples so they could do a feature one me. Cool beans!

So Wednesday of this week, there I was, big as can be on Daily Candy! check it out...

I love viral marketing. We've not put a penny into promoting or advertising the Spoon Fudge and yet the word is spreading. We've been blogged about, featured on a few different review type sites, and we get fan mail all the time. People love our creamy fudge!

So, now I'm famous. Or at least, kinda known. Go buy some Spoon Fudge now and show your support!

The Gym Chick

Friday, March 23, 2007

Time flies when you're working like a whipped dog. I looked up tonight and realized it'd been 6 weeks since I last posted here. That's a l-o-n-g time. Is there anyone here still? Hello? :tap: :tap: Is this thing on?

We've been hitting the gym thrice weekly and I've been fortunate enough to work with a trainer. He's great. Really gets me to do more than I would be able to do on my own. Plus, he makes me feel special. Ahhh. But really, he does. He told me that of all the women he's trained, I'm the strongest. And this in my totally out-of-shape, desky jockey condition. Awesome.

We did leg presses on Monday this week and though I'd not done them before, I was able to *easily* do 3 separate reps of 12 at 440 pounds. He kept putting the weight on and I kept pushing it up. Super easy. Next week I think we're doing a test day to see just how much I can do on that and various other machines. I'm now his new pet project. :beam:

I noticed something weird when we went on Wednesday. So, we're at a gym, right? Where you go to E-X-E-R-C-I-S-E... right? And what do I see? A bunch of muscle-bound jocks circling the lot, trying to get that one spot nearest the door. Surely that has to strike others as just slightly ironic. Or moronic, depending on your viewpoint. Anyway, it's quite pathetic. You can't walk the 50 yards to the door like a normal person? :shakes head in disbelief: Unbelievable.

I've talked J into taking a photo of me everyday in the same place, same position. We're going to do this for a year and then make a super cool time lapse montage of it and slap that thing on YouTube. It'll be the transition of one Fat Chick into One Buff Chick who can and WILL kick your lazy butt! Ayup.