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…

THIS FAT OLD LADY IS DISAPPOINTED

Newsflash – fat children existed in the 1960s. I just hate to be disappointed by one of my heroes. I recently found out that an artist whom I really admired was FaceBook friends with one of my friends. I sent the artist a friend request (with an explanation that she didn’t know me but I…

THIS FAT OLD LADY GETS CLIPPED

  (Basically, this haircut, only red instead of blond) In April, I got my hair cut into a smart bob. Prior to that I had let it grow to the wad it up and pin it on top of your head length. And I haven’t had a haircut since April. As I have bitched before,…

THIS FAT OLD LADY LEARNS A NEW TRICK

I have worn body mics in a lot of shows; but during my most recent show (Irene – I played Geraldine O’Dare, Irene’s mother, and quite frankly, I rocked it thanks to a great director, staff, crew and rest of the cast – truly wonderful folks all), we were asked to handle the mics with…

THIS FAT OLD LADY GETS AVENGED

Have you seen the Avengers? The 2012 movie, not the new one. Of course you have. Since we spare ourselves the trauma of watching a movie in a movie theater (where narrow seats pinch my fat old lady ass and the floors are sticky with things best not thought of – much less stepped in),…