Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
|Father's Day isn't quite as enjoyable as it used to be since we lost Dad; in fact, it's down right depressing. But since I was visiting Sister, up north of the Sweet Tea line, we decided we would have our own celebration; something that Dad would have enjoyed tremendously: Good food and a Western.
We had slept late after our fun and exciting evening at the beauty salon the night before (story to come) and decided we would cook something from scratch.
MAFW: You want biscuits and gravy?
MAFW: I know, me too! They were his favorite.
Sister: You gonna fry taters?
MAFW: Yessss. I'm not putting any onions in them either.
Sister: When are you going to outgrow this whole onion thing.....
MAFW: I'm NOT cooking them with onions. I'm not peeling them and I'm not touching them.
Sister: You just ate a whole bag of Herr's Sour Cream & ONION chips...
MAFW: Don't matter; I'm still not messing up my fried taters with your nasty onions.
Sister: Okay. You can cook the onions separately and then I'll add them to my potatoes.
MAFW: I don't even want to smell them...
Sister: Gee whiz, you're killing me. Just cook the blasted onions. Dad liked onions in his fried potatoes, you know.
MAFA: Oh, all right!
After a breakfast of fried potatoes, (onions for Sister) biscuits and gravy and scrambled eggs, it was time to settle in to watch the new version of the movie True Grit starring Jeff Bridges and Matt Damon. I was pleasantly surprised at how good the movie was; most remakes are not very good. What I liked about the Western was that it wasn't overdone. Many of today's movies have such unbelievable special effects that the story sometimes gets lost; this didn't happen in True Grit.
Once the movie was over, Sister and I both agreed that we had enjoyed a really good Father's Day; one that Dad would have appreciated. After an hour or so reminenscing about the old days we looked at each other and both tried to stifle a yawn as the realization hit us at the same time: The only thing missing from this Father's Day (besides Dad) was a nap!
After all, that's what he would have done...
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
|Recently, I visited with an old friend to celebrate her child's first birthday. We had only seen one another a few times over the past couple of years and it's amazing the changes that can occur in such a relatively short amount of time.
Over time, the friendship has gone from daily interaction, to infrequent phone calls, to a hurried text message every few months. This is nothing unusual about what can happen over the lifetime of a friendship. However, what is shocking are the physical changes that you hear about but until you see it with your own eyes, it's difficult to comprehend.
What I am referring to is weight. My friend went one way and I went the other.
I've mentioned before that I quit smoking almost five years ago and packed on the pounds. (That's how I became the MAFW.) I have been trying (halfheartedly) to lose the weight almost since day one. I usually make it to about 17 pounds until something happens: I lose interest; I get bored; I go on vacation; a major holiday or whatever. And before you know it, I have gained it all back.
Over the last month, I have changed doctors and had my current insulin regimen turned upside down: three times. I've been threatened with blood pressure medicine and other dire predictions if I don't lose weight. All the same things I was told when I needed to quit smoking. I did that and then I got fat, for whatever reason.
In my mind's eye, until recently, I didn't really see the person staring back at me in the mirror; I still saw my before stop smoking self grinning back. One day, I was walking behind a large person and saw our reflections mirrored through the front window of a store and was very surprised: In my mind, I had thought to myself that I'm glad I wasn't that big. On seeing the reflection, however, apparently I was.
This all brings me back to my friend. My friend had decided to combat a recent weight gain and an early diagnosis of diabetes by having weight loss surgery. This is something I had considered as well. I had only seen her once since the surgery and that was when she was pregnant. I was totally shocked at how thin she now was (size 6) and commented that she looked almost frail. What surprised me even more was her response: When she looked in the mirror, instead of the person she now was, she still saw the large, overweight version.
To go through all that and still see your old self; that's not acceptable at all and definitely not an option for me.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
|After my recent yard sale, I decided it was time to reevaluate some of the items that I have been keeping over the years. People keep different things for different reasons.
I've mentioned in the past that I used to keep every card that was given to me for whatever occasion. Instead of keeping the cards now, I'll scan them so I 'll have a record forever or until my next hard drive crashes. It took me several weeks to accomplish this task but I can happily say that my house is card-free.
When digging through a long forgotten box of stuff from my childhood I happened upon a stack of cards that I had received for my high school graduation. It's been 25 years, do I really need to keep them? I flipped through the cards and read what my friends and family had said to me in the past:
You will achieve great things!
Good luck in the future!
Be sure and keep in touch when you become the most famous author ever!
Be sure and write once you move to Georgia!
Remember, God loves you and so do we!
And never forget where you came from...
Those messages hold true to this day. What particularly struck me about the cards were the names of those that are no longer with us:
Granny and Tommy
Mammaw and Papaw
Sonny and Rachael
I continued to reminisce about those no longer with us and the roles they played in a young 18-year-old's life as I stacked the cards neatly into a new cedar-lined box with a few other things I had decided to keep.
Sometimes, I thought to myself, it's okay to hold on to things from the past...
Friday, June 3, 2011
|It's hard to believe that's it been three years since I started Reflections on a Middle-Aged Fat Woman. Over the past three years Reflections has grown from a one paragraph post about my visit to the doctor into stories of my farm life as a girl, my inconsistant search for the perfect job, tales of hospital visits, unfortunate mishaps at the drive through and the silly things that can happen in everyday life.
One of my readers has told me that the main reason they like coming to visit the MA Fat Woman is they never quite know what to expect, and usually, get a laugh in return. Personally, I think that is the highest compliment that can be paid to a writer, and for that, I'm grateful.
Thanks for stopping by and keep coming back. As you've probably figured out by now, you never know what I'm gonna be talking about.
MA Fat Woman
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
|Here's another top ten list for your enjoyment:
What are the top ten things to do during the first heat wave of the season?
10. Complain to all your friends on Facebook about how hot it is?
9. Step outside to get a closer look at the thermometer to be sure it actually says 95 degrees at 9:00 AM---in the shade.
8. Confirm that it actually is 95 degrees in the shade with 75% humidity and begin the season with your first case of swamp ass. (Sweating of the loins.) (Thanks, Marilynn!)
7. Stay indoors!
6. Attempt an indoor activity.
5. Change clothes for the 5th time because it's too hot to do anything inside either; those chores will just have to wait.
4. Consider moving to Alaska.
3. Stare at window air conditioning units and wonder just how high the power bill is going to be this summer.
2. Have some ice cream while typing out a top ten list about things to do during the first heat wave of the season.
1. Do nothing! Don't move! Stay put! (Ok, you can move a little bit--just enough to get yourself another ice cream...)