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Why do people say they want to hear the truth, but when you tell them…

Why do people say they want to hear the truth, but when you tell them, they say you're just being a bitch?

Thankful Thursday – 1/29/2015

This Thursday morning finds me sitting alone in Fatopia thinking about the small things in life. There won’t be a lot of cutesy pictures with this one because I’m fighting the mighty migraine monster this morning, and despite my best efforts at being pharmaceutically enhanced, he’s still getting the upper hand.

What are you thankful for?

I am thankful that God has brought me and my family to another Thankful Thursday post. That means we’ve made it through at least another week, maybe even more. My God has put a lot on my shoulders lately… NaNa FatChick is having some health issues, Brother FatChick is having health issues, and Mr. FatChick’s health insurance is all kinds of messed up and costing us money we don’t have for things that we know are covered. PawPaw FatChick is doing the best he can to hang in there like a rusty fish hook and not let the rest of us know what’s going on with him, but he’s having some issues of his own on top of trying to deal with everything else. And me… I’m thankful that I have the knowledge that if God sees me to it He’ll see me through it. All I have to do is keep the faith.

I’ll admit that keeping the faith can be hard at times, especially when it feels like you’re getting hit with something new from all sides every time you turn around, but that’s what faith is. Belief is knowing there’s a God up there. Faith is knowing He’s got this and all I have to do is let Him do His thing. He’s the One who made the plan. All I have to do is stay out of His way and let Him work it through. For a control freak like me, that’s not an easy thing to do. Maybe that’s part of why all of this is happening, to teach me some patience.

226I’m thankful for little girls learning to pull up in their cribs in the middle of the night after their mom’s have fed them ice cream and brownies. Shelby is seven months old now and pulled up all by herself for the first time the other night, and her mom snapped her picture. Doesn’t she look proud of herself? You can tell she may not have known exactly what she did, but she knew she did something right, and she’s proud as peaches of herself to boot!

No, that’s not a mouthful of teeth just yet. Her mom said she doesn’t know what showed up white inside her mouth like that, but she does have her first tooth on the bottom left in the front now. It won’t be long and she’ll be eating everything in sight. I keep telling them she’s a fat chick in training, but they won’t listen. Seems like they’d trust The Original Fat Chick’s opinion on this one. Mark my words, fat chick in training.

216I’m thankful for little boys running around and flirting with you, but never quite letting you love all over them the way you really want to when you want to. This is my grandson Kason, and he is like the Energizer Bunny on speed. He keeps going and going and going and going. The thing about him having all that energy is that he’s on the run most of the time. This means that he lets me love on him on his time and not mine, when he wants to stop for a minute and be loved on. That makes those loving moments all the more precious in my book, because they are fewer and further between and I have to wait just a little bit longer for them even if he’s right here in front of me.

Why are there more pictures on my blog of Shelby than Kason? Have you ever tried to snap a picture of a shooting star? How about a hummingbird in flight? That’s about what it’s like trying to get a picture of Kason. But again, it makes them mean that much more to me because they are fewer and further between. Oh, I have his mother’s permission to clip pics from her Facebook timeline and post them here, but it’s just not the same. I like to use my own pictures that I’ve taken. Maybe I’m just an old fart, but that’s just me.

0116151259I’m thankful for blueberry yogurt. When I haven’t been able to eat anything else, for whatever reason, I’ve been able to eat blueberry yogurt and it’s sticking with me. What is one of my least favorite flavors of yogurt in the world? You guess it, blueberry. But you know what? I don’t really care as long as it works. So long live blueberry yogurt (although some peach would be nice every now and then guys, hint hint).


Hot FlashI’m thankful menopause doesn’t last forever, although right now it feels like it will. I’m thankful to know my mother and many more women before me have lived through it, and that means that I will too. However, when I’m sitting up all alone in the middle of the night in Fatopia with sweat rolling off me for no reason other than it can in the middle of winter, well, it makes me wonder if I will survive or not. If you ask me, it should be called Mean-o-pause because I feel like ripping people’s heads off and shoving them up their butts, almost every time someone speaks to me my feelings get hurt in some way, and I just want to go to my room and close the door and tell the world to come back when it’s over.

I’m always thankful for a family that tries to understand me as best they can because I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to truly understand me. I’m thankful to God for always loving me and having my back (front and sides too). I think right now I might be most thankful for being too hardheaded to know when to stop and take care of myself first. If I did, I’d probably take the rest of the day off and go back to bed.

What are you thankful for?

What are you thankful for? Please share what you’re thankful for in the comments below.



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This Tuesday I’m sharing a little something I wrote back when I fancied myself to be an unknown writer. I had several of these little super short stories written for inclusion in the book that never was. So now I’ll share them with you one at a time here. Who knows, maybe one of these days if enough people like my little silly posts I’ll work up the courage to publish Not Quite Middle Finger Normal

Sketch272205510My goal for the last several years has been to grow my red hair long enough to snatch back in a ponytail and go on with my life. I just brush, catch, wrap, and I’m ready to hit the road. Unfortunately, I found a flaw in my perfect little plan. I didn’t think about my dry hair and split ends.

What passes for my ponytail looks more like a pom-pom on steroids. That lustrous straight ponytail hanging perfectly in place I had envisioned for myself has turned into the largest ball of frizz in the universe. Seriously, this thing has its own gravity field. I mean, small moons and space junk orbit this thing. I’m sure there are little people living on the great red planet with satellite TV and wireless internet, which actually gives them better lives than I have in that department. I’m almost afraid to brush it out for fear of destroying life on their planet as they know it.

I also balk at washing my hair for the same reason. Well, that and I’m afraid I’m going to be electrocuted by the satellites when they get wet. I don’t have a choice, though, because my hair gets so dry if I don’t wash it, I’ll have to put a burn ban on the little guys. I’m pretty sure none of them are willing to leave the safety of their ponytail world just to make the hike all the way around my head and climb Mt. Killer-man-snot-wad to get a permit to burn anyway. I think of it like this, it rains on our planet and we make do, even with flooding and such. They should get the same enjoyment out of life we do. They already have it made back there, can’t make it too soft for them or they’ll never leave. Maybe next washing I’ll try flea shampoo. I’m telling you now; if I hear little screams when I use it, I’m calling my shrink.

Just Happy To Be Here This Thankful Thursday

Thankful Thursday ButtonI’m thankful I started doing these Thankful Thursday posts. They give me a reason to stop and look at my life,  at where I am in the world, and what’s going on around me. I try to look at the small things as well as the large and try to find the silver lining in the dark things as well as looking at the shining stars.


johnny_automatic_Praying_handsThis week, I’m just happy to be here. The Fat Chick is sick as I wrote in another blog post. I could be mad at being sick, but instead, I feel thankful that the problems have been found and further tests are being run to get to the bottom of things. I know I’m going to be okay because I’m a firm believer in the saying, If God brings you to it He’ll see you through it. Faith is free, so I can afford to have a lot of it, LOL!



I’m thankful that the common cold only lasts so long. My granddaughter Shelby caught a cold and was so pitiful. She tried to be her usual happy self, but she just didn’t understand why she didn’t feel good. I hate that as she gets older she’ll get used to being sick and getting over it, but that’s how life is. For now, I’m just thankful she feels better and is back to her old self again.

womanI have found out there really are decent people out there in this word, even when it comes to doing business. I’ve been exceptionally blessed in my business with clients that have been very understanding when something has happened and my work has been interrupted for whatever reason. I’m so thankful for clients who understand that I work my hardest for them, but sometimes things happen that are beyond my control like a house fire, a spouse’s multiple heart attacks and medical procedures, getting new diagnoses that take more tests for myself, sick kids… you get the idea. While I am a very dedicated editor and proofreader, my family comes first. I don’t know how else to be, and I don’t think I’d want to be any other way if I did. It’s a large part of the reason I’m a freelancer. So even though you may never see this, thank you to each and every one of you.

kattekrab-Hand-printsFamily is where it’s at. My family is everything to me. They are my safety net, the ones I know when the chips are down always have my back. My family is my heart and soul, and home is where they have to take you back. Knowing my family has always been behind me has made it possible for me to accomplish everything I have in my life. Without my family I would be lost, so I always have been and will always be very thankful for them.

Take a minute to look around you. What are you thankful for? Leave a comment and share with me.

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