THIS FAT OLD LADY SURVIVES SHAKESPEARE

Whew. My first run in with the bard and I lived to tell the tale. I did not even stink up the place. I could tell from the faces of the audience that they were enjoying themselves and actually understanding the words that were being pulled from my ass to my mouth (I did the…

THIS FAT OLD LADY LEARNS A LESSON ABOUT HEALTH INSURANCE

Holy crap. Seriously. Most people my (advanced) age are on some form of Medicare.  However, my husband is still working (that’s what happens when you marry a sweet young thing) and we have private insurance through his work.  And of course, every year, his company looks at, and sometimes changes, the health insurance choices. In…

THIS FAT OLD LADY IS DEPRESSED

At least, our front yard is. Remember last year, which a good proportion of was spent dealing with the township putting in a storm drainage system (to help the people who live in the back corner of our neighborhood who were having a lot of flooding issues)?  We lost 3 huge oak trees out front? …

THIS FAT OLD LADY GETS STRESSED

When I was scheduled for my first (treadmill) stress test, the nurse took one look at me and said (or at least thought loudly), “Oh hell no.”  Fast forward a few weeks, and I’m at the hospital for a chemical-induced stress test.  They are so cute there.  So worried about my modesty. What modesty?  I’m…