First, let me be clear. New Year Resolutions SUCK. I made a “resolution” (okay, just a thing I promised I would try) this year, to figure out what I was spending money on. I even made an Excel spreadsheet, because sometimes, I am organized as shit like that. I pretty much run everything through my…
My right knee continues to pain me. You may recall, I blew it out doing Wedding Singer, thanks to the killer stairs between the stage and the dressing rooms. It took 3 months to schedule, but I did a 3-shot injection series to try to help; but it is pretty clear that didn’t work. Next…
Well, the lyrics anyhow. After this past week, I think we can all use a smile (or a guffaw, depending on how you react); and I hope you will all add this to your repertoire. To the tune of an old-time spiritual (I’m sure you can figure it out): SWING LOW, POOR TERRI’S TITTIESNIPPLES ARE…
So as a neighborhood, we all agreed to having the Township put in a drainage system; even though most of us don’t have a problem. Just the people with houses in the Southeast corner of the neighborhood have flooding. But, we’re all so nice (and we want to keep those property values up because that…
Every week this fat old lady dutifully walks into the offices of my hematologist/oncologist and offers up her fat old lady arm so they can take a tube of blood; run it over to the lab across the hall. They are kind enough to let me wait for a print out of the results. The…
I hate making decisions. Ask my dear husband and he’ll readily confirm. All those pros and cons to be weighed … and the constant anxiety of whether or not you made the right choice. So this weekend the auditions for Oklahoma are being held at Bay City Players. To audition or not audition? Shit. I’ve…
Okay. Happy Valentine’s Day and I love you guys, all that shit. This isn’t exactly the post I imagined writing for Valentine’s Day, but here we are. I have a lot of recipes on my computer. I lovingly typed each one in. Some are from family recipe cards, some are from cookbooks, but most are…
I did it! I made it a year without falling on my fat old lady ass (or onto any other part of my fat old lady self, for that matter). I don’t know when it starts (because I’m old and can’t remember), but at some point, every year the doctor’s office starts out your appointment…
When I moved to Michigan, I had my doubts about dealing with Michigan winters. I mean, I grew up here and I remember waiting for the school bus in below zero weather. I remember lots of snow – lots and lots of snow. (And of course we walked uphill everywhere – both ways.) And we…
Okay. Y’all didn’t volunteer for this, but doing my blogging has just become a part of my therapy. And sorry, but there is no pay involved for any of us. I have been really missing blogging. In my opinion, everything that happens in my life, good or bad, is a story. And what good are…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 