THIS FAT OLD LADY AND THE HONEST TELEMARKETER

Even though I am on the “do-not-call” list, I still get a butt load of telemarketer calls. Lately, the big one is people calling to say they are a general contractor and asking if I am planning to do any work on my home.  I just say, “No.  Thank you.  Good bye,” and hang-up.  I…

THIS FAT OLD LADY HAS A PISSY CAT

Ollie went to see the specialist today.  Just a check-up.  He is doing so much better. Yay. The vomiting has stopped and so has the diarrhea!  Happy to say, my life no longer revolves around cat poop. Ollie received his second shot (by me) last week (and got another today at the vets). Ollie eats…

THIS FAT OLD LADY HATES YAHOO ADS

No.  I don’t mean ads about Yahoo.  I mean the ads that appear at the top of the Yahoo Home Page. Mother of God. You see a little tag at the upper-right corner that says “Close Ad.” At least you do if it is not an Apple ad.  Apple products don’t care.  You are fucked. …

THIS FAT OLD LADY IS WONDERING – TORCHWOOD, WTF?

Torchwood – Don’t look at our hands! I have already posted that I like the BBC show Torchwood, possibly because it is so absurd, but I do have a question for the cast: WTF is up with the dirty fingernails? Any time there is a close up on a cast member’s hands the fingernails are…

THIS FAT OLD LADY THROWS IT BACK TO NOVEMBER 26, 1979

In an effort to start blogging on a regular basis, I decided that on TBTs I would either blog about my past or post an actual entry from my diaries!  Reading my diaries, which I have kept sporadically over the years, is a shame and a hoot.  Absolutely Emo-Terri with a side of body-shame.  Holy…

THIS FAT OLD LADY GIVES IT HER BEST SHOT

  And I will have the scars to prove it. Today is the first day that I had to give little fuzz brain Oliver his B vitamin shot. Not something I was looking forward to; but you gotta do what you gotta do. He was out early today (he usually snoozes either in my closet…

THIS FAT OLD LADY HAS A NEW CAT – SORT OF

I have written before about our scaredy cat Oliver. Ollie’s mother was a feral kitty, and although we got him when he was just a kitten, he has never been trustful of humans. Not even us. Over the years, he got a little bit better – willing to sit out in the living room with…