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I've lost an entire super model plus a bag of potatos!!
Whatever other crap may be going on in my life right now, I'm not going to let it get me down.
It's time to do a Snoopy Dance!!
It took me 10 days short of a year to do it, but I proved it could be done.
Now I have less than 50 to go. That seems so small. I have 5+ months to do it. (I set my goal as 6/20/07 - my son's 14th birthday). My 20th class reunion is this summer (assuming somebody gets around to planing it). I can't wait to see thier faces, when I show up smaller than I was in high school. Take that little miss 98 lb size 2, chocolate cake for breakfast, who last I heard now looks like her mother, who was as big or bigger as I ever was. HA!! Karma really is a bitch!!
In other news, I got to have a lovely conversation with a Miss Lesbian Love the other day. She was a customer of ours, who legally changed her name and quite delighted in my attempt to say her name with out wanting to insult anyone, because I thought it might have been a joke.
She was a very pleasant lady, from Hawaii (those darn Hawaiians, always so liberal!), if not a little anal. I can't imagine the reaction she must get. I consider myself very openminded and totally in support of gay rights, but to call down the street,
"Hey Lesbian, come here a minute" would be a bit unnerving and strange.
I wonder if that wasn't the whole point. I wish I could be with her and see the reaction she must get from some people. I bet it is priceless.
At least I've been remembering to wear clothes when I shop. Most of my dreams, what little I remember seem to fall in the catagory of "If Picasso made movies".
I still need to find a decent bra. I've tried on I can't count how many and none fit right anymore. My old ones are getting stretched out, and not being very supportive of late, and I need support. I have a lot to support. But they either give me uni boob, extra boobage, they rub in the wrong places, or I dare not bend over lest I fall out and do myself and injury.
Womanhood is not for wimps
Prequels ~ Sequels
Music of the mind: :
~*~Have you read these~*~
~ Ode to a child who is no more ~
~ She's baaack ~
~ testing ~
~ Facebook me ~
~ Bleech ~
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.