Home Body Fat Test

This is a very quick test which will give you a rough idea of what your percentage of body fat is. According to this test, my percentage is 27%, 39.7 Pounds of fat and 107.3 Pounds of lean (muscle, bone, body water), so I have a little way to go. Healthy ratio for a Caucasian woman is 22%, but the average American Caucasian woman is at 32%.

Analysis of Livejournal

I'm not sure of the date of this paper, on LiveJournal friends linking but the blog reference where I found it says it was done a "few years back."

An exercise in frustration

One of the unspoken but very real duties of secretaries legal administrative assistants case assistants in my law firm is that when an attorney has a birthday, the assistant is expected to brings in treats. She puts the treats up on the ledge over her desk and sends an email around the office: "Attorney X's birthday is today, stop by Y's desk for some chocolate chip cookies and wish him/her Happy Birthday."

So one of my attorneys had a birthday today. I have been assigned to twenty-one different attorneys at one time or another over the past fourteen years, which means I have brought innumerable pans of cakes, brownies and platefuls of cookies into the office. (I have five attorneys assigned to me right now.) I was tired last night and really Not In The Mood, but there is that unspoken obligation. So I went out to the grocery story, bought box mix for Ghirardelli brownies (the best one on the market, and dammit, I should know after so many attorney birthdays). I made them up and told myself, "Okay, don't forget to bring them in the morning."

Of course, I forgot them. I had an appointment to go to first thing so my morning routine was a little different than usual anyway. I had to go back for them. When I got into the office, I discovered that the attorney had decided to take her birthday as a vacation day, so she wasn't even there (can't blame her, really, since she was involved in the Big Honking Case in Iowa that just settled).

So, I didn't send around the traditional e-mail, but simply kept the brownies up on my ledge, telling people as they came by that they were welcome to take a piece. At the end of the day, half the pan was still left, and I was pleased, because it meant I could take the leftovers home to the girls, who love Ghiradelli brownies.

You guessed it. I forgot and left the pan of brownies at the office.

Argh.