THE FAT OLD LADY GOES SHOPPING

Today, I decided to do the grocery shopping on my way home from work. After being stuck in rotten traffic and witnessing all kinds of ass-holery on the roads, I was face-to-face with the realization that the same people I was just swearing at (loudly) in my car, are the same people I am now…

YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE

Today was the kind of day that reminds me why I stopped being a legal secretary / paralegal and opted for the less stressful (and not as well compensated) job of word processor (working from home, part time). As you may remember, I am currently covering a desk in the office for a secretary who…

A BLUSTERY DAY

I’m driving to work this morning (along with just about everyone else in the greater San Jose area from the looks of traffic). By the way, not a great day for driving because it is cold, rainy and windy. Californians tend to get behind the wheel on anything other than a perfect day and lose…

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…