lol. i'm 28 and celebrating 10 years of marriage this may. ;)

i HATED the idea of skinny jeans and leggings because i'm a fucking TANK of a woman, and i thought they would just accentuate my overall big-bertha-looks-like-she-could-fuck-you-up-ness. however, at the behest of my amazingly lithe best friend, i purchased my first pair since grade school last year. oddly enough i…

Totally normal-sized people like Lena Dunham give a faint flicker of hope to disgusting mega-beasts (see: anyone over a size 8 apparently? 6? jesus!) and show younger women that you can be any shape or size and still be beautiful & on tv.

ohhh yeah, that was also the guy who said he was going to follow me home and burn my house down. my husband stayed up all night with a friggin pellet gun. (hey, it looks real. lol.) all because some guy said "every time you bend over i just want to grab that big fat ass and just BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!" he meant he wanted…

i'm a pro at being a public spazz, and men generally are ready to piss themselves by the time i'm done telling them about my ovarian cancer (that i dont really have), asking them to come to church with me (i don't go), telling them my father used to say that (never even met my father)... anything weird or totally…

i've always been a kill em with kindness kind of gal. passive aggressive to the max, yo. hahaha. something like "OH THANK YOU! I've been missing intimacy so much since I was diagnosed with cancer! Bless your heart!" or like "My husband used to say that. He just passed away four days ago." and burst into fake tears.…

This is all "Blah blah blah", but whatevs...

That is my thought exactly.

I dressed "different" in school and was the target of a constant witch hunt type situation by the staff of my high school. my husband - then boyfriend - was much like me, if a little less... flamboyant. ;) anyway, the high school principal ignored our pleas for help one evening after a basketball game (i had to be…

He's six and a half... ;)

I make grizzled old men blush. Besides the fact that my mother and grandmother both cuss fluently, I grew up working at a restaurant where it helped that I had a mouth to back myself up with. I cuss far more than my husband, and when I'm home alone with the kids... I cuss. Yep. I do. It's sad but true. My son's…

Man, I miss Jane! I had a subscription during high school and it was essential. Everyone else I knew was reading Seventeen. *blugh*

I really dig this game when played with a group of people who have been PREPARED for what is about to transpire. We explain it like this: This is going to be DISGUSTINGLY OFFENSIVE for everyone at some point. If you think you'll have a problem with that, don't play. So far, it's been fine.

I already snagged my grandmother's stash of Polaroid cameras - the land cam, the swinger, etc. But to find a LEICA?! Ugh. You lucky bastard. If only. I go to garage sales and thrift stores frequently and I've found some great specimens for CHEAP. You've got to find an elderly couple who thinks nobody is going to buy…

yeah, i should go wash my hands now.

i made that mistake and had one approach me at an event i was covering. she slobbered all over me and told me i was her hero. i wanted to crawl away and deal with my guilt in peace.

I had an American Girl Doll - Molly from 1944. (a gift from my grandmother who grew up in the 40s.) I had all the "historical doll" line's books. It was actually pretty educational for me, as I recall, and they're much better than Barbie as far as feminism is concerned. I hope to one day buy my daughter one. Maybe…

I've thought about people in my family dying plenty of times, my husband included. It's not a happy fantasy, mind you, but I've thought about it. What would I do? How would I handle raising the children? Paying the bills? Would I re-marry eventually? Would I move away to San Francisco or something?

Well eff, man. I'm damn close to this broad. wooot. WIN for the SOLID chicks. lol.

i'm also 5' 7" and at 171 lbs i'm about a size 12 with 38 C beeewwbs - but I look like around a size 8 for some reason. of course, i don't mind that people generally assume i'm smaller than i am. heh.