My brother was a huge Star Wars fan and we used to play with all the toys together. My favorite thing was driving the storm troopers around in that little brown cruiser and recreating the bar scene (shocker) with all the space aliens. If anyone was listening to my little girl chatter while I played, I probably sounded a little like this:
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Whose Line
I always liked Whose Line Is It Anyway and I just about peed my pants watching this video! Enjoy.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Fatty McFatterson
Tomorrow evening is my first exhibit opening at the new job. The installation has gone well and generally I'm pleased with the outcome of the show. I'm nervous about crowds and potential disasters, but I anticipate an exciting evening of arty weirdos. However at home tonight I was more stressed than I have been all week...over what to wear tomorrow night.
Any girl friend of mine who has patiently suffered one of my legendary fashion meltdowns knows I suffer massive agita over special event outfits. But this evening was something more extreme. Recently someone, (a vindictive petulant childish idiot) who knows exactly how to push my buttons, called me a "fat pig". While totally unnecessary, that statement is not entirely untrue. I AM the heaviest I have ever been and none of my clothes, including fun party dresses, fit. I've had the good fortune to wear the same size since high school but I have to accept now I'm officially an old biddy with a slow bitch of an already lazy metabolism.
Over the past six months I've entertained any number of excuses for not returning to a regular diet and workout routine; I'm sick, I'm having heart palpitations (no joke), I'm too stressed out (hence the palpitations), I'm adjusting to the new job, I don't have health insurance, etc, but I officially hit bottom tonight when my "fat pants" were scandalously snug. Unless I plan to attend future exhibit openings naked or in my bathrobe, the procrastination ends Friday.
I briefly entertained the idea of re-purposing this as an exercise focused blog, but realized I'm too sensitive to withstand constant cyber criticism. However, I do like the idea of being accountable to someone, albeit an invisible audience of five readers. In this respect, I humbly submit these two "before" photos as proof of my commitment.
This one is labeled "My Ass Looks Huge" on Flickr.
I can't believe I'm even sharing this double chin monstrosity.
Now, I'm not looking for a miracle. I've never been thin and I understand the need to set realistic goals like "fit into pants" and "try not to feel like a stuffed sausage" and " stop being the fattest girl at the party". So my plan involves 3-4 mornings at the gym, smaller portions, more water, and less beer! However, any great weight loss tips, suggestions, low calorie recipes, exercise buddies, invites for bike rides or walks, 6am motivational wake up calls, or free personal training sessions are all welcome.
I'll update the collective you in a few weeks, hopefully with a positive outcome. I have a dress and two shirts with tags still waiting for me to lose those ever present ten pounds, but at the moment I'm most concerned with easier breathing in my tight work skirts!
Any girl friend of mine who has patiently suffered one of my legendary fashion meltdowns knows I suffer massive agita over special event outfits. But this evening was something more extreme. Recently someone, (a vindictive petulant childish idiot) who knows exactly how to push my buttons, called me a "fat pig". While totally unnecessary, that statement is not entirely untrue. I AM the heaviest I have ever been and none of my clothes, including fun party dresses, fit. I've had the good fortune to wear the same size since high school but I have to accept now I'm officially an old biddy with a slow bitch of an already lazy metabolism.
Over the past six months I've entertained any number of excuses for not returning to a regular diet and workout routine; I'm sick, I'm having heart palpitations (no joke), I'm too stressed out (hence the palpitations), I'm adjusting to the new job, I don't have health insurance, etc, but I officially hit bottom tonight when my "fat pants" were scandalously snug. Unless I plan to attend future exhibit openings naked or in my bathrobe, the procrastination ends Friday.
I briefly entertained the idea of re-purposing this as an exercise focused blog, but realized I'm too sensitive to withstand constant cyber criticism. However, I do like the idea of being accountable to someone, albeit an invisible audience of five readers. In this respect, I humbly submit these two "before" photos as proof of my commitment.
This one is labeled "My Ass Looks Huge" on Flickr.
I can't believe I'm even sharing this double chin monstrosity. Now, I'm not looking for a miracle. I've never been thin and I understand the need to set realistic goals like "fit into pants" and "try not to feel like a stuffed sausage" and " stop being the fattest girl at the party". So my plan involves 3-4 mornings at the gym, smaller portions, more water, and less beer! However, any great weight loss tips, suggestions, low calorie recipes, exercise buddies, invites for bike rides or walks, 6am motivational wake up calls, or free personal training sessions are all welcome.
I'll update the collective you in a few weeks, hopefully with a positive outcome. I have a dress and two shirts with tags still waiting for me to lose those ever present ten pounds, but at the moment I'm most concerned with easier breathing in my tight work skirts!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
What I Did On My Summer Vacation - Part 5
I should relabel this post - What I Ate On My Summer Vacation because all my photos seemed to be of food, starting with FEAST's Island celebration of summer.
Fried calamari, rice and beans, lamb stew, mango upside down cake with guanabana (no idea how to spell that word) sorbet, and ginger beer were consumed by all. I did the dishes.
I traveled up to Albany for labor day weekend and spent Saturday bowling with my man Trevor, whose size 9 man's shoe is now bigger than his 9 year old head!
While his feet are ahead of the curve his eye teeth are still nowhere in sight.
In addition to some hang time with Trev, I was there to visit my extended family at Tony and Kathy's place. All the kids have grown and another one is on the way. My cousin's are certainly covering their share (and mine) of family reproduction.
While the little kids swam the big kids drank beer.
I mostly hid my white ass from the sun and drank black cherry flavored vodka with Jennifer.
Happy birthday, Aunt Kath!
On Monday I cooked the best meal EVER! Panko crusted talapia, homemade mango salsa, spicy chipotle mayo, and white peach sangria. Because Brice doesn't like fish, I also made a spicy stewed chicken, we roasted corn on the grill, Bonnie made guacamole, and Rocco brought Brownies.
THE END
(These photos were too funny to keep to myself -- but I'm dead next time I see either one of these two. )
Fried calamari, rice and beans, lamb stew, mango upside down cake with guanabana (no idea how to spell that word) sorbet, and ginger beer were consumed by all. I did the dishes.
I traveled up to Albany for labor day weekend and spent Saturday bowling with my man Trevor, whose size 9 man's shoe is now bigger than his 9 year old head!
While his feet are ahead of the curve his eye teeth are still nowhere in sight.
In addition to some hang time with Trev, I was there to visit my extended family at Tony and Kathy's place. All the kids have grown and another one is on the way. My cousin's are certainly covering their share (and mine) of family reproduction.
While the little kids swam the big kids drank beer.
I mostly hid my white ass from the sun and drank black cherry flavored vodka with Jennifer.
Happy birthday, Aunt Kath!
On Monday I cooked the best meal EVER! Panko crusted talapia, homemade mango salsa, spicy chipotle mayo, and white peach sangria. Because Brice doesn't like fish, I also made a spicy stewed chicken, we roasted corn on the grill, Bonnie made guacamole, and Rocco brought Brownies.
THE END
PS - Following right on the heels of my gluttonous end of summer weekend, I shared a dinner of amazing paella with Dita and a ginourmous tub of popcorn with Mike during Tropic Thunder. (Go see this movie ASAP....but go prepared to pee your pants laughing.)
(These photos were too funny to keep to myself -- but I'm dead next time I see either one of these two. )
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