No, seriously. I am fat – really fat. This is not new, and it certainly is not a secret. (Dressing in black or vertical stripes is not going to cut it, okay?) People who meet me notice. I am not complaining. I know I’m fat. It’s okay. I am okay with me. I have had…
My niece Marci has had her baby and it’s a girl! Yippee. Welcome Lenora Ann! Marci was one of those people who didn’t know the gender of her baby before it popped out. Personally, I WANT TO KNOW NOW!!!! Always. Otherwise, the kid is going to spend the first few months in yellow and green. …
After years of working from home, and half a year working part time, today I headed back into the office to cover for a secretary with a messed up ankle who is supposed to be out for a month. After my first day back, I have to say, WTF was I thinking? First, going in…
Okay. I admit it. I’ve been having a grouchy kind of day. Just ask my poor suffering husband, he’ll confirm this. No excuse for it, I just was feeling grouchy. Then I go to order us some Togo sandwiches for dinner (being the homemaking Goddess that I am); and when I go to log in…
Stop with all the reports about how awful the rain we are having in California is. Yes, it may lead to mudslides because of fire swept hillsides, yes there may be some flooding. But when all is said and done. It’s just rain. It’s not a biblical deluge. It’s not even enough to put a…
I don’t like beer. No I really really don’t like beer – it’s nasty. To me, it tastes like dirty underwear smells (and please, let’s not pretend we all don’t know what dirty underwear smells like – everyone has from time to time been in the presence of funky undies). My Dad used to tell…
I would like to work for the airlines. No, I don’t want to be Ms. Coffee, Tea, or Me – to have that kind of job, you should not be wider than the drink trolley. The jobs I want, sadly, do not exist – but they should, and I would be perfect for any of…
First off, I HATE housework. I am my mother’s child. Her motto was “Go ahead and write your name in the dust, just don’t put the date.” Word’s to live by, and I have. My house is a reflection of this attitude. Not filthy, but never sparkling clean – maybe, comfortably grubby would be the…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 