Archive for January, 2014

January 23, 2014

Still fat

A few years back I had weight loss surgery.
My stomach is way smaller than it used to be.

I’m also way smaller than I used to be.
But I’m still fat.Still far above the obsity line.

I’m mostly fine.
I’m glad I did it.

But there are days when that
oh, so elusive
BMI 30 makes me cry.



Tags: ,
January 16, 2014

Fucks and taxidermied animals

I’m reading The Bloggess‘ blog.
She uses “fuck” way more than I do.

Maybe I’m raised better?
Or more inhibited?

My home had only 3 taxidermied animals around when I grew up.
My dad shot the elk.
Someone else ran over the fox. (We just had it in the freezer for a while, with another elk head that ended up one someone elses wall).
I have no idea how we got the darned (fucking) squirrel.

After reading the bloggesses’ book I suddenly realized.
The lack of “fucks” probably just means I’m way less traumatized.

But seriousely.
You should read “Let’s pretend this never happened” by Jenny Lawson.

Oh, and Jesus was totally a zombie!

Tags: ,
January 15, 2014

The tail end

of a cat that is.

Mister has learned to jump up on the bathroom sink.
Miss has been able to do this since day one, but Mister is a slower learner.
We’re so proud of him.

It also means that we now usually have a fluffy tail waving in our faces whenever we do anything in the bathroom.

In some ways I feel like a parent whose kid has just learned to walk.
A kid who’s just learned to walk into trouble.

Tail by Sean Hobson, shared under Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0)

Tags: ,
January 13, 2014

Blasted hormones

I’m ovulating.
I really detest ovulating.
It makes me overly emotional and likely to tear up over anything.

I’m a crybaby at the best of time.
This time of month I’m an almost non stop fountain.

102 by Zoe Campbell, shared under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

January 10, 2014

Restaurant rut

Can it be considered being in a restaurant rut when you go to the same restaurant two times in a row?

I didn’t choose the restaurant.
W’s mother and sister did.
Both times.
They probably like it more than I do.

I’m not taking responsibility for this rut.

Shared under Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.0 Generic (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0)

Tags: ,
January 6, 2014

Sweet and low (well, on the floor actually)

I was getting coffee at work this morning.
I like my coffee sweet.

That sounds horrific.
But I like it that way.

To avoid gaining even more weight
I use artificial sweetener.

I tried to grab the dispenser.
I managed to swipe it off the shelf it was on.
It broke open on impact.
There was small sweetener pills all over the floor.
I don’t think I got them all up.

I sure needed coffee after all that.
Luckily there was still som sweetener left in the dispenser, I hadn’t managed to spill quite all of them.


Tags: ,