FAT OLD LADY vs SMART PHONES

I am considering buying a “smart” phone. I am not sure I am qualified, because this is really making me feel stupid. On the other hand, maybe I need a smart phone to look after my fat old ass. My current phone is a flip Kyocera. Sad, I know. You don’t know how long it…

WHO IS HANDING OUT KEYS TO THE FOLKS AT THE HOME?

It is my personal belief that every now and then, someone goes to all the local nursing homes and assisted living centers and hands out car keys. Today was one of those now and thens. Holy crap. I had to drive over to the (huge) HMO to see a physical therapist about my knee. I’m…

WHAT IS THIS FAT OLD LADY DOING?

I know I’ve been eluding to a conference for which I am running registration. (I hope you notice that I did not end with the preposition – I’m classy that way.) Anyhow, the conference is called “Contact / Cultures of the Imagination,” and my husband and I have been attending since (I think) 1997 or…

WHY THIS FAT OLD LADY WAS MIA

I did not blog yesterday. A thousand pardons. I was busy. Fucking busy. Worked a full day (with the usual clamor for my expertise and the usual last minute panic as it dawns on the attorneys that I will not be in on Friday – oh the horror), drove through rush hour traffic, realized I…

WHAT’S POPULATION GOT TO DO WITH IT?

Why do men always know the population of everyplace?  Or, if they don’t know, they want to know? I have never cared about the population of anywhere, and even when I look up a population, I immediately forget it. I care if there are too many people living in too small of a space. That’s…

FAT OLD LADY TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS

Why is it every time I have no time, whatever I’m doing turns into total cluster-fuckery? I run registration for a small conference (Contact: Cultures of the Imagination – check it out, it’s very cool); and every time I end up banging my head against the wall. All I wanted to do was get the…

WHERE DID MY WEEKEND GO?

OMG.  It’s Sunday evening. That means in less than 12 hours, I’ll be back in the office. Shit. After working from home for a couple of years, and then going to part time, I have no idea how I did this week in and week out.  I also don’t know how I’m going to survive…

MOM’S SPAGHETTI

I loved my mother, and I still miss her years after her passing.  That does not, however, mean that my mom was perfect.  My mom was a person.  A real person, with virtues and flaws. One thing.  My mom was not a good cook.  In fact, she was mostly a lousy cook.  She did excel…