Category: Life

i’m fat therefore i go

hi ho

hi ho

i’m fat,

to the gym i go

hi ho

hi ho

hi ho.

that rhymes right?


and now i’m back from that torture place. i met up with my weight trainer who tells me that since i’ve been away for a few months that picking up with my last program was not a good idea. no wonder i was wiped out on friday and couldn’t get off the sofa. so now i have a new program that isn’t quite so hard and i might just make it to the weekend.

life is good.

so shower time and then the prince of persia and then to check out the new bbq place in town. sometimes the life of a single girl is ok.


so the movie was great. it was one chase scene after another, i don’t think it will win any awards but it was good fun to watch.

the Q was ok. they got the the pulled pork and brisket right but flopped on the beef ribs. stupid me i should have known better, should have ordered the pig ribs not the cow ribs. ah well.

am tired now, body weary, muscle aching, been to the gym, kinda tired. tomorrow is another day and i’ll do it all over again.


mothers day

well i called mine and wished her the day, same as every year. i sent her a book and a box of chocolates with an overly expensive card. she’ll throw the card away, eat the chololates and read the book. so not all is lost. the chocolates will be “ok” and the book will have “something wrong” with it. ah well.

she tells me that a cousin died at age 61. heart attack. her second one. i barely knew her but i was in her house once or twice. i remember her as a large woman who ruled with an iron fist. even the toughest of us cannot argue with death in the end.

i have often thought of friends and death and who will be the first of us to return to that big light first. then i thought of my death and i think i will go quietly with no funeral, no flowers and no coffin. just roasted and sprinkled on my neighbours yard in the dark of night when they’re all asleep. can i get away with that? will my lawyer do it?

maybe if i pay him enough.

it’ll be my last act of “piss on the lousy neighbours” before they come in and rob the place after i’m dead. maybe i’ll piss on all my stuff before the big end.
ha ha that’ll get em.

but it’s mothers day and despite it all she did give us life. i suppose i owe her something.


i’ve been away for far too long but in my defence work keeps me busy. it ain’t easy being a world travelling life saving completely indispensable unquestionably georgous woman, but i try

seriously though i have been away a lot. work!

my friend lost her cat this week, he lived 18 years and he was an outdoor cat so i consider him lucky he lived that long. she’s not so good. it will take some time to get over.

i have been trying to quit smoking and this champix stuff really does work. i have completely lost interest in cigarettes, it’s like a wonder drug. of course in a couple of years after i’ve grown an extra arm and started walking backwards, speaking only in gibberish the drug may not seem so fantastic.
today however is quite the different story. it’s great not to have to dish out all that money for ciggies.
now comes the question, what will i do with all that extra cash?

speaking of felines, my black one is now 20 lbs. that’s 20. twen-t. a big 2-0. soon i won’t be able to lift him and the vet will have my head for feeding him so well.
at the moment he is sitting in the window swatting at the sun catcher.

this champix has different effects on people. before i started i heard stories of nightmares, sadness, irritability blah blah blah.
well my nightmares? only had two. so i feel ripped off there. for a person who doesn’t dream this was ok with me. i was enjoying them. bummer.

and as for all the rest, i got stomach cramps and well i’m not sure if i can blame the bitchiness on champix but hey why not. so add the bitch from hell to the list.

in other news: you know you spend too much time at starbucks when you get to the counter and the girl rhymes off your order and gives you the price as she holds out her hand for payment.

at home i have been cleaning up a lot and now it’s time for a sidewalk flea market. i don’t want to do it cause i hate the ants. they’ll get into all my stuff and then i have to carry back what didn’t sell and ants ants ants. forget it.
there is a sunday fleamarket thingie in town, inside a building – an air conditioned building, and i’d like to go for that but when i asked all my friends that drive they weren’t interested in fleamarketing. ah well. it wil happen sometime this summer cause i’m not living another winter with all this shit in the middle of my bedroom.

and that’s about all from my corner of the globe.