And oh, how I miss it. What I seem to be losing is agility in thinking. And the ability to multi-task in my thinking. This is most obvious in trying to absorb new music. Holy fuck. Dealing with notes, words and rhythms. My brain just gets increasingly numb. And I get more and more frustrated…
Well, actually, I don’t love to cry – I am an ugly crier. Red blotchy and lots of snot involved. Still, invite me to a wedding and I’ll be there, snot and all (and usually without a tissue). My favorites are small, friendly weddings. This past weekend we attended the wedding of our friends Andy…
And you know what that means, right? It means that the weather is getting cooler and cats want to snuggle! No wonder I love the Fall! Our brown tabby, Leo, likes to get on the back of my chair and then climb over my shoulder so I can hold him. His usual trick is to…
If someone is trying not to fart in front of you but one slips out – DO NOT SAY OR DO ANYTHING THAT WILL MAKE THE FARTER LAUGH. Because once you start laughing, all the farts in waiting are going to be set free. Clearly there is a direct connection between your laughing mechanism and…
I say, when we finally come down to the Presidential debates (not just the ones to cull the current herd of Democrats), that we do the following: Anytime a candidate is caught telling a lie, they get a time out. Their mic is shut off for “x” number of minutes. This idea makes me smile.
While at the NAAFA Convention, I heard of a type of privilege that I hadn’t heard of before, but it makes perfect sense. Pretty privilege. I’ve often wondered why my life as a fat person was not as difficult as it is for many. This explains it, at least in part. I don’t want to…
No, I am not being sponsored by Duolingo (or anyone, for that matter, just fat old me here). Duolingo is FREE. FREE, FREE, FREE! It is a wonderful website where you can learn other languages. For free. I’m learning Spanish. Ever since moving to California, I have wanted to learn Spanish. Growing up in Michigan,…
Okay. Truth be told, Ferd Keeners (names have been changed to protect the innocent – nah, it’s just a nickname I have for Ken Frieders) did not break my leg. It was the culmination of teens fucking around. It was the first day of Christmas vacation my senior year of high school, and I attended…
Many fat people are told by healthcare professionals that we have to lose weight because we are going to die by 30 – by 40 – by 50. I mean, everyone knows there are no old fat people, right? Wrong. If there is no one else in your circle of family and friends who is…
Okay, not me, but my credit card has been compromised. Fuck. I hate this. It’s not my first time around this particular block. For a while, every year, right after Christmas my credit card # would be compromised; and they’d have to send me a new one. But I’ve had my current card for a…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 