Monday, June 28, 2010
How Do You Eat Raviloi?
Posted by Gianetta at 12:04 AM 6 comments
Labels: Chef Boyardee, ravioli, weird food habits
Friday, June 25, 2010
Still Wearing The Same Suit
|I'll be on vacation for the next week down along the Georgia Coast. I'm still wearing last year's swimsuit so I thought I would let you revisit this story. Enjoy!
Beachgoers beware!! The middle-aged fat woman is coming soon to a beach near you with a brand new bathing suit. Cover your children's eyes. What was that flash of white?(my pearly white skin) I don't care what anyone says, this year I'm going to the beach for a whole week and I am going to enjoy every minute of it. So I bought myself a new swimsuit. I didn't try it on 'cause I know what size I am. Plus, I don't like to use dressing rooms.(I always think someone is watching through those mirrors) And if you're at one of those big stores where the dressing room is out in the middle with no ceiling, they can look right down and check out your stuff.(Makes me shiver and cringe)
I hate to admit it but I spent over $18.00 on my new swimsuit. Seems like an awful lot of money for a little piece of string. I picked out a nice brown jungle pattern that matched the splotchiness in my complexion and was the color of my new sandals. Once I got home I thought I would try it on and see how it looks. I began to remove all of the tags including the price tag,(paid too much) the security tag,(it only cost 18 bucks) the designer label,(yeah, right) and lastly, that other thing called a panty shield. (Gross)
Ok, I'm ready to take that first step. One leg goes in, then the other. I begin to pull the one-piece upwards toward my hips and am met with a slight resistance.(Not a problem, happens all the time) I tug harder and up it snaps(OW). I insert each arm into the proper slot and begin to pull, stretch, twist and contort myself into my new suit. I begin to adjust everything and put it where it normally sags, but darn it, if the shoulder straps don't keep slipping off my shoulders.(I hate that) My chest is heaving, sweat is dripping off my brow, I think I might have pulled a muscle in my back trying to get the stupid thing on. Now, comes the moment of truth. I turn around and look in the full-length mirror to check myself out. My head turns to the left, then the right, I turn around and look at the back....I shake my head and say to myself, "Aren't you glad you bought the matching coverup?"
Posted by Gianetta at 12:04 AM 6 comments
Labels: bathing suit, beach vacations
Monday, June 21, 2010
|ALERT, Alert, lert.
What did that sign say?
That was what I was trying to figure out as another damn truck was clogging up the slow lane and blocking my view as I was travelling ultra supersonic in the passing lane. (I don't know if ultra supersonic is a word or not but I like the way it sounds.) Anyhow, I was returning to Georgia after visiting with a few of my old friends at my 25 year high school reunion.
And if you know anything about this neck of the woods, there is really only one efficient way to get there: Interstate 75. I'm happy to report that Tennessee has reopened the rest areas that had been closed for years. (And I stopped at every one of them too. Too much Diet Coke and Cincy style chili require frequent stopping when travelling.)
Anyhow, the interstate was being repaved through Kentucky and Tennessee and I was lucky enough to get stopped three times in a traffic backup. They had posted signs along the way advising that certain lanes would be closed ahead and you would need to merge. When the merging begins traffic usually comes to a crawl or even a standstill as some folks wait until the very last moment to merge and still expect to be let into the already merged traffic. And, of course, there are those idiots that do not want to merge and will ride in the emergency lane. (I'm sure you have seen these people.)
After I had merged I found myself sandwiched between 18-wheelers as we inched the last two miles until we reached the construction zone. I noticed at least three vehicles pass in the emergency lane and just shook my head. All of a sudden, the trucker beside swerved to the right and started straddling his lane and the emergency lane. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw an idiot trying to pass in the emergency lane. Whatever way he tried to go, the truck would adjust so he couldn't get past. One time I thought he was going to go right up the middle between me and the truck. After several attempts he finally fell in line behind the big rig and stayed there long after we had passed through the work zone.
I appreciated what that trucker had done; too many times people have tried to get there just a little bit faster and caused unneeded accidents. Maybe the next time that guy wants to break the law, he'll think twice.
Posted by Gianetta at 12:13 AM 3 comments
Labels: 18 wheelers, construction zone, truckers
Friday, June 18, 2010
Words Of Wisdom
|Love him or hate him , he sure hits the nail on the head with this!
Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.
Rule 1 : Life is not fair - get used to it!
Rule 2 : The world doesn't care about your
self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss
Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.
Rule 6 : If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault , so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.
Rule 7 : Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.
Rule 8 : Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.
Rule 9 : Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.
Rule 10 : Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.
Rule 11 : Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one
Posted by Gianetta at 8:28 AM 3 comments
Labels: Bill Gates, Microsoft
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Posted by Gianetta at 10:51 AM 5 comments
Labels: ggggooooaaalll, heaven, Interstate 75, soccer, Touchdown Jesus, World Cup
Monday, June 14, 2010
I No Hard Of Hearing...II
|In case you missed it the first time around...
I had to pop into the post office the other day to mail off a few packages and got behind a Hispanic couple that had wanted to rent a post office box. This is the following conversation that took place:
Clerk: Hi, may I help you?
Hispanic male: Ola'! We want rent box?
Clerk: I'm sorry. You want to send a box?
Hisp male: Si. We want to box.
Clerk in a slightly louder voice: I'm sorry. Where do you want to send the box? Do you have the box packaged already?
With that, the slightly confused couple looked at each other, grinned widely and the female said, "Box."
The clerk, obviously already having a bad day said in a still LOUDER voice: Where do you want to send the box?
Couple: Si. (smiling and nodding their heads)
Clerk absolutely screaming at this point: WHERE DO YOU WANT TO SEND THE BOX? DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? WHERE IS THE BOX GOING?
Hisp male: Ooooh. Here. (And with that he handed over the P.O. box rental application.)
The clerk now understood that he didn't want to send a box, he wanted to rent a box and walked away in a snit to get the process started. The couple began having a conversation in Spanish and I didn't understand any of what they were saying until the man turned around and caught my eye. He looked at me thoughtfully for a second and said, "Why was that lady yelling at me? I no hard of hearing? I just want box."
I just shrugged my shoulders because I have been guilty of that, too. Has that ever happened to you? Have you tried to communicate with someone that speaks another language and found yourself almost yelling at them because they just don't get what your saying?
Language barriers can be funny and frustrating at the same time.
Posted by Gianetta at 12:11 PM 4 comments
Sunday, June 13, 2010
|As you can see I've been tinkering with the blog recently. One of my cousins is going to help me with some of the more trickier elements that I have been wanting to incorporate into the blog.
I've had this blue background up for several days and it's growing on me. I also like the fact that it looks like it is on a road going somewhere. (That's where I like to think I'm going anyway.)
I'm also contemplating a small name change to the blog. It's been the same for the past two years and I don't know if I like it or not.
I'm not sure if I am going through my third mid life crisis or not but something sure is awry...
As always your thoughts and comments are appreciated.
I'm really beginning to like the blue...
Posted by Gianetta at 10:22 AM 2 comments
Labels: blog transformation, new blog look
Friday, June 11, 2010
Working On The Upgrade
|The blog might look different each time you visit. I'm finally getting around to implementing the changes I talked about. If you'd like to leave a comment or have a suggestion feel free to do so.
I still like the black background...
MA Fat Woman
Posted by Gianetta at 1:23 AM 3 comments
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
The Future Of Track And Field?
Labels: 2016 Olympics, a natural, Antonio Blanks, track and field
Monday, June 7, 2010
|I didn't recognize the phone number on my Caller Id but it was from Orlando, Fl, so I decided to answer it. I do have family down there, it might be one of them. It shouldn't be from a telemarketer because I am on the Do Not Call List. But every once in a while, one will sneak through. When I answered the phone and there was a pause on the other end I knew it was a telemarketer; the following is our conversation:
Me: Hello? ...silence. Helloooo?
Voice: Uh, hello? Is someone there?
Me: Hallow? (changing my voice to a more older and mature pitch...aka senior citizen) Hallow?
Voice: Okay, hello! (surprised that somebody actually answered the phone) This is Don Juan calling from MRE Orlando Vacations. How are you today?
Voice: Okay, great! I'm calling to invite you to a three day vacation here at Walt Disney Orlando. Do you remember when you purchased a vacation a few years back?
Me: Nawp, can't say that I do.
Voice: Okay, you purchased it and was unable to go?
Me: Nawp, can't remember that neither.
Voice: Okay, someone you know went somewhere and wrote your name down?
Me: Nawp, don't know nobody ever been to Orlando.
Voice: Okay, is this G Farmer?
Voice: Okay, that isn't right either. Have you ever lived at blah, blah, blah (my current address)?
Voice: Damn, the whole thing is messed up. Somebody has given me all the wrong information.
Me: Well, bless your heart. Don't you hate it when that happens?
Voice(chuckling): Yes, I do. You wouldn't be interested in a Florida Disney vacation, would you?
Me: Nawp, can't say that I would. Well, Don Juan, what are you, some sort of Romeo? I gotta go, my teeth are boiling. Bye Bye!
Voice: uhhh, bye.
Posted by Gianetta at 12:04 AM 1 comments
Sunday, June 6, 2010
|Someone or something has been trying to get my attention.
Today, when I was in Walmart I was checking out the coffee makers and when I was finished I had to walk past the toaster ovens. No big deal, right? What if I told you that as I walked past a bell went off. It went DING! I went WTH? I stopped, and looked around, there wasn't anyone around and it certainly wasn't cooking me a snack.
Over the weekend when I was putting away the yard sale leftovers I heard music start playing from one of the dolls I was selling. I wasn't anywhere near it and I didn't even know it was musical.
Last week I was sitting in my recliner when there was a loud thump or creak in the ceiling above my light and then the light blinked on and off.
And don't get me started on what happens at about 1:28 AM every night. Almost, without fail, give or take five minutes, there will be a very loud creak at the bottom of my steps. It sounds like a heavy footstep. I just call it Alice, which by the way, was the name of the woman that lived in the house about sixty years ago. (I just found that out a few months ago) The noises on the steps have been happening for years.
Probably all just coincidence. If not, whomever, or whatever, you've got my attention.
Posted by Gianetta at 12:04 AM 4 comments
Saturday, June 5, 2010
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Friday, June 4, 2010
Different Political Views
|The following conversation took place a few days ago when Brother, Mom and Me met for dinner to celebrate her birthday. I won't tell you which one of us is which party, I'll let the conversation speak for itself.
Ind: Ha! I was busting your buddies' chops the other day about the Health Care vote. They were like all gloom and doom and that America was going to hell.
Reb: They're probably right. Obama and that Pelosi chick are gonna be the death of all of us freedom loving Americans.
Dem: I would have thought, heaven forbid, that you of all people would want reform. You got about every preexisting condition there is and even some that haven't been invented yet.
Ind: That's true.
Reb: Well, somebody needs to stand up and make these people start paying for some of these government programs. It's going to cost 44 quadrillion dollars, that's almost a googol, before we're debt free.
Ind: Google? Google is named after a number?
Dem: I don't know, but A googol is a number with a 100 zeros behind it.
Ind: Oh. It's not going to cost that much. Well, if you're so worried about the cost, what about the cost of the wars that we are fighting on two fronts? Isn't that costing a billion dollars a month? How are we paying for that?
Dem: Yeah, how are we paying for that?
Rep: I don't know but I think Halliburton has got something to do with it.
Ind: You're probably right.
Dem: I know that's true. It's probably not going to affect me too much.
Rep: That's what you think. You're going to be getting a $250 check for your Medicare supplemental insurance.
Dem: Oh, goody!
Rep: I wouldn't get too excited about it. They're doing away with the plan or something.
Dem: Oh, crap! I hope they don't go messing with my prescription drugs. I'm still trying to figure out the last program that Bush put into place. I wasn't a big fan of his but I remember he got us two refund checks of $600. That's what I call stimulus money.
Rep: Yeah, one of those checks would be nice right now. But, this reform is Socialism, pure and simple.
Ind: I could do with one of those checks too. What's wrong with Socialism?
Rep: Well, how about a tax rate of 50% for starters?
Dem: Wow, that much?
Rep: YES, that much!
Enjoy this classic post:
Ind: I don't know. I don't think that would affect us too much.
Dem & Rep: Why?
Ind: Well, they gave all of the stimulus money to the fat cats in business and we're all unemployed anyway. What's 50% of nothing?
Dem & Rep: True.
Ind: And furthermore, it doesn't matter what the cost is, because, according to the Mayans, the world is ending in 2012, anyway.
Rep: You're wacko.
Dem: I think your brother is right. You spend way too much time on that computer...
Thursday, June 3, 2010
|It's hard to believe that's it been two years since I started Reflections on a Middle-Aged Fat Woman. Over the past two years Reflections has grown from a one paragraph post about my visit to the doctor into stories of my farm life as a girl, 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 2, 2010
|I've gotten the Mustang completely stuffed full of junk that I probably won't need; but I have it, just in case. It took me the whole day because I kept putting it off. Once I put my mind to it, it only took 15 minutes to get it all done. It figures!
Anyhow, as I have mentioned before, Mom is already north of the sweet tea line and has started back south again. We decided to have an adventure and are going to meet somewhere in Kentucky and stop and look at the bluegrass. It's a beautiful sight to behold, the horse farms nestled amongst the Kentucky bluegrass fields. I'm taking my camera so maybe I'll take some pics to share with you.
I'll be gone for a week or so and tomorrow is my Blogaversary. I've picked out a few of my favorite tales from the past to keep you entertained while I'm gone.
Enjoy those classic posts and I'll be back soon!
Labels: Kentucky bluegrass, road trip
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
|I don't think there is anything worse than packing for a trip; maybe, unpacking, but that's about it. You'd think that I would be all excited and everything but I always pack way too much. Do I really need a winter parka for a week long visit to the Gulf Coast in mid July? ...maybe. I gotta have something to cover up my virgin white skin and white patches.
White patches, you ask?
Yep, I've got the Michael Jackson disease that somehow removes the pigment from your skin and leaves a white patch, otherwise known as vitiligo. And you thought he just bleached his skin...shame on you. Anyhow, it's an autoimmune condition common in people with diabetes. Basically, the more I tan elsewhere, the whiter the white patches become.
Anyhow, I'm packing for my trip back north of the sweet tea line to see the kids that I graduated with; it's our 25 year reunion. Making matters worse is that I have asked several of my friends what they are wearing to help me decide and to consolidate my packing. The answer to that question is that they didn't know. Nice. That means that I have to pack everything (that still fits) hanging in my closet. I mean, it's not like I can just run out to the mall and pick something up. (The nearest mall is almost 50 miles away...BF Egypt, if you get my drift.)
Well, that's it for now. I've procrastinated long enough, and I still don't have anything packed.
Can you say road trip?
Posted by Gianetta at 10:21 AM 2 comments
Labels: 25 yr class reunions, packing for trips
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