All Riled up and a fine place to rant...

I am on my soap box if your not up for it skip this post and read Ka-thunk.

I'm what one could call a BBW. For those who don't speak acronyms that means a Big Beautiful Woman. I have an awesome hubby who tells me every day that I am beautiful. I am very blessed in that manner.

I haven't always been. And thank you Tyra for that reminder. I was watching her show today about a social experiment, she put people together of different body types (which by the way is the last LEGAL form of discrimination, body type.) and looked at how they would react with one another. Guess who was at the bottom of the "food chain" so to speak. That's right. The heavy people. Everybody was picking on them and telling them they need to eat less, that they were lazy, that they were appalling, and a waste of humanity. This is not just this select group of people that feel this way. It's a majority. I know because of personal experiences. Right after I started dating Adam I was in the grocery store buying some food to cook him for dinner. A group of teenagers walked by me and moo'd at me. In high school I would walk down the hall and hear "watch out here comes the whale lady" when I tell people we are having a hard time having a baby their first question is always, have you considered losing weight? Because it's still okay to make someone feel like crap when they are already down.

I need to say, to those people, my weight is none of your business. My eating habits are not there for you to laugh at. There is a reason I am the way I am and you have no idea what that reason is. You haven't taken the time to get to know me or my story. I have a lot to offer this world, and I deserve to be here. I may not be YOUR definition of beauty, but that dosen't mean that I'm not beautiful. Maybe you should take some time to change your perceptions.

To those who love an accept me for who I am. Thank you. I love you. And for those who know my whole story and love me even more, thank you. My you live a blessed and happy life, for that is what Christ does.

I promise not to judge you, if you don't judge me. But if you attack me, or my loved ones I will come at you with the fierceness of a tiger.

*steps off her soap box*

17 November 2009


Okay so Adam and I were sitting here watching Tyra. (I will have a separate post about that in just a second) Just chillin. I felt both of our bodies tense at the same time. In our Garage I hear "ka-thunk"slow, rhythmic, repeating. I look at Adam, and being the brave man he is, went to the back door to protect me,himself and our home. He opened the door and.......there was the Elders Quorum presidency chopping and stacking our wood. Adam has a hard time doing it because of his bad back. No one asked them to do it. They just did it. Didn't tell us they were doing it, they weren't looking for recognition. They just did it.

Thank you to them. They are truly Christlike.

Post it note Tuesday

10 November 2009

Doggie Post

Again with my spazzy dog. It's his first time in the snow (other than going to the bathroom) BTW....he hates bath time.

01 November 2009

Halloween Frusterations

I have some feelings I need to express about Halloween and Trick-or-Treating. Let me preface these feelings by stating that I love Halloween. I love to dress up and I love that I can leave the dust on my fans because it's spooky. I love the decorations, and I love how creative people are with their costumes.

I have no issues with trick-or-treating. I myself went trick-or-treating for many years. Here is my issue. Kids have gotten greedy. I even had someone ask if they could just have the rest of the bowl. This was about 8:00. I had another hour of trick-or-treaters! Grrr. My last frustration came at 9:45 PM all the lights in our house were off, indicating that we were out of candy. The TV was on and I was working so I was sitting at my computer. A group of trick-or-treaters came to the door and knocked. I didn't answer the door. So instead of moving on they started banging on the door and screaming "we can see you!!" I was even more determined to not even try to give them candy. So they pounded for a few more seconds and when the jumpd off our porch the shouted "thanks for the candy JERKS!" I don't know what's happened to manners. I tell you what though...if I had kids and they behaved like that the beatings would commence. And if they don't say thank you to every house the go to...well mom will not have to buy her own candy....I'm just sayin is all.