THIS FAT OLD LADY IS IN GRANNY SQUARE HELL

I’m looking for a project to keep my idle hands from becoming the devil’s playthings (he’s the devil, he can afford to buy his own playthings, thank you very much). I see a free crochet pattern of a lovely lap blanket (see photo above) and I am inspired to make it – only I want…

THIS FAT OLD LADY GETS HER MAD ON

Several times a year, we journey to Los Angeles to spend time with my sister Karon, Karon’s husband Bill, and their two boys. Karon and her men live in a corporate housing complex known as Oakwood. Oakwood is a great place to live – especially for the boys. Two swimming pools, tennis courts, basketball courts,…

THIS FAT OLD LADY VERSUS SHREDDED WHEAT CEREAL

I like shredded wheat cereal – especially the little bite-sized frosted kind. Yum. However, I recently learned that this breakfast can be fraught with danger – if you have to sneeze. When you eat shredded wheat cereal, unless you wash it down with a liberal dose of whatever morning beverage you prefer (in my case,…

THIS FAT OLD LADY TANGLES WITH A MICHIGAN ALLIGATOR

Some of you might know what a Michigan alligator is – or you call it by another name. You know those nasty hunks of blown tire from a semi that you see (and hopefully avoid) on the freeway? Those are Michigan alligators – and they bite. People don’t seem to realize that these chunks of…

THIS FAT OLD LADY SAYS GOODBYE TO A GOOD FRIEND

Salem and his mommy. On December 27, 2014 at about 3:30 pm, my good friend Salem passed away in my arms. We don’t know exactly how old Salem was, but we know he had a long and well-loved life. Salem used to belong to our (used to be) next door neighbor. She had booted him…

THIS FAT OLD LADY TALKS SOME CHRISTMAS

Tis the season for people to bemoan a “war” on Christmas. I am so tired of this. There is no war on Christmas – nobody is trying to keep you from celebrating however you choose. We are merely asking that you not expect or demand that everyone celebrate in a manner predicated on your personal…

THIS FAT OLD LADY GETS RATTED OUT

As I have mentioned before (I think – but you know, I’m an OLD fat lady, so forgetting is part of my “charm”), I hate going to the dentist. And yet I go often. Because I have inherited my mother’s crappy teeth, it behooves me to go for cleanings every 3 months instead of every…