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Sorry for the late update. Again. I was busy putting together my new blog, 365 . Suffice it to say, I did not accomplish items #1 or #2 from last year's New Year's resolution list . 365 is my last ditch attempt to force myself into being a healthier me. At the very least, I hope to amuse you with my fitness mishaps. Enjoy! God knows, I won't.     365: Regarding New Year's Resolutions Over the next few months, this blog will reveal pictures of food and half naked pics of the author. It will contain witty and probably cynical observations about the diet and fitness industry. Hopefully, by January 1, 2016, it will reveal a thinner and much healthier version of the author.   No, this blog is not written by an exhibitionist hipster. It's written by someone who's been struggling with her weight since childhood. I made a few silly New Year's resolutions last year, five in all. Among the resolutions listed were promises to eat better and to exerc...

I hate getting up on a soap box about anything. Mostly because it reminds me of exercise which I'm not too hot on, if that closet full of clothes that don't fit me anymore is any indication. Also, I don't feel I'm erudite enough to defend my beliefs to others who are probably much smarter than me. I have a reasonably good vocabulary (which includes the word erudite...yay, big words!), but I get tongue tied when I try to explain why I feel something is important like the existence of global warming even when it's freezing cold outside or how I seriously doubt the current or previous  idiot running my country is the anti-Christ. Unless he owns the company that makes Monster Energy drink. Apparently . (Insert eye roll here.)  One such hot button topic I feel strongly about is net neutrality. I'm very much for it, and for the most part, so is everyone else who isn't a telecom company. Unfortunately, telecoms have more money than me, and they...

Since today is the 14th of December, I'm just going to let this Lazy Time post be a reblog of a former reblog . Yes, I am THAT damn lazy. Enjoy and Happy Agnostica!     Lazy Time Reblog Sunday: Darren Bleuel's Nukees and a Happy Agnostica to us All! As I may have mentioned in previous posts , I consider myself to be Agnostic. This is often viewed with more confusion than hostility from both the secular and non secular public. The response I usually get when telling them about my belief system is, “So…you’re an Atheist is what you’re saying, right?” And to this, I will usually reply: “No, no. Well, not exactly.” And then I spend the next thirty minutes to an hour trying to explain what it is I do and do not believe in.   Basically I believe in the possibility of a God or Gods, but I’m not going to give a definitive answer on the subject until I receive some concrete, empirical proof. Since this proof will probably only come after I die-a...

Three wondering bards seek funds to create a safe haven for writers in the New Orleans Marigny. It will be a bookstore, tea shop, and writer's residence. All they need is a bit a gold from a few generous donors, and possibly they need to include coffee on their menu. Because you just can't have writers without coffee. Here's more from their page on GoFundMe: NEW ORLEANS, LA $ 460 of 35k Raised by 5 people in 6 days Donate Now Created December 1, 2014 Tim Raveling We are three travelers: Katherine, Shawn, and Tim, writers and musicians all, who have spent years living in hostels, camping in fields, and sleeping on couches. We have been the recipients of unbelievable generosity, whi...

Okay people. I am spent. Stick a fork in me. I. Am. Done. I have finished my NaNoWriMo 50K submission , and all I can say is I don't remember it being half this hard last year or the year before that . Maybe it's because I pantsed it all the way this year. Maybe it's because I have more clients this year and have been over working my right wrist, which, I might add, is screaming for me to "Stop the madness! Stop it right now!!! I hate you!!!!!!" My wrist is such a drama queen. In spite of excruciating wrist pain and a lack of planning, I made my fifty thousand word limit just moments ago. I can finally go back to paying attention to my husband again. I plan to pay A LOT of attention to him this next coming month, if you know what I mean. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge . And for those of you wondering what I won besides bragging rights and possible carpal tunnel surgery in the future, here you go: Bam, Bitches!

Not pictured above: A cat ? Also not pictured: A pilgrim cat . It’s Thanksgiving time. A time when family and friends gather around the dinner table to eat far too much food, fight over politics, religion, or whatever bug Aunt Bertha Better Than You has up her butt, and to give thanks to those wonderful Native Americans whose land we totally stole right from under them. Tell me I’m wrong . The origin of Thanksgiving is a tricky one to place. We were all taught the story of poor, misguided Squanto, the Wampanoag tribe, and the Plymouth Pilgrims they aided , but technically that so called first Thanksgiving Day dinner was more like a harvest celebration, and historians believe it was probably celebrated in September, anyway. It was a three day feast, so I’m hoping it was a rocking affair for everyone involved. Though I don't know how rocking it could have been what with the fact that it was celebrated by Puritans. "Goody Putnam hast been in the 'apple cider' a...