CONFESSIONS OF A FAT GIRL

True Love

I've found him. The man of my dreams.

 

Wedding date TBA.

No Rest For the Oh-So-Very-Weary

This morning's coffee date was futile. This is partially because I am a pussy and partially because he is. I throw my hands in the air in surrender. It's entirely possible I will be engaged soon and not even know about it.

I apologize for the vague-ness of that little vent however I am too tired and/or too lazy to really elborate and am happy to enlighten anyone via the ol' IM. Co-workers inquire within.

I can't remember the last time I slept in. The last time I had nothing to do, when I could NOT set the alarm, and irresponsibly sleep til noon. I can't even remember the last time I woke up early but got to take an irresponsible nap later in the day.

I. Am. Exhausted.

Last night, at my grandmother's house for Hanukah, I fell asleep after dinner, in a very strange position on the living room sofa. I came home and fought to stay awake, thinking I'd go to another party or to see my cousin who just got into town but no such luck- the bed beckoned me like donuts beckon cops (I am too tired for truly creative metaphors).

This afternoon: horrible. Came home from coffee date and faded in and out of consciousness for two hours, finally waking up for good, feeling more tired than ever and remarkably like I'd been hit by a bus (I look to Jaime for verification of how this actually feels).

December is so family filled and moreso for me with my mom, father and brother all having their birthdays in a two-week period so I was happy to have a friend come by for a little bit and I paid a vist to a friend earlier today for a few minutes so thankfully, I feel like less of a social leper. Of course now, after the ill-advised choice of iced tea with dinner, I am wide awake and considering some sleep-inducing options...  It's odd to feel exhausted and wide awake at once. But I am mastering this.

Happy first-night, everyone. I leave you with this prime example of why Hannah should never take my photo without warning:

Staying Young

I had the most fabulous weekend with my youth group kids. I am exhausted and achy but so glad I went. I found them all to be exuberant and talented and overwhelmingly mature in some cases. I feel like I somehow made 50 new friends, even though I am years older than these people. I'm especially lucky that my girls (our region is divided into boys and girls chapters by city) are such nice girls.

I come from a unique perspective when I'm at the group's events because I did this myself, for five years, from ages 14 to 18. Maybe that is why it is so easy for me? I relate to these kids... although I won't ever understand The Jonas Brothers or some of their made-up games. I mean, have you heard about "lap tag?" Horrid.

The weekend was like an Olympics of sorts. The chapters compete in mental, physical and arts challenges. Clever games like "Human Connect Four" (basically what it sounds like) and "Blind Mini-Golf" (a blindfolded golfer has to put with only the whispers of a friend, not allowed to touch them, to give them directions). On Saturday night, they dressed in themed costumes (my girls were the adorable nerdy girls that night) and performed song and dance routines. Even the boys get in on this-- one of my favorites was a boys chapter that painted themselves blue and banged out something quite amazing on pots and tupperware.

(the boy sans paint was the conductor)

I had trepidations about volunteering for BBYO because I'm not the religious Jew I used to be and I don't always endure young people with grace but this experience has just been so rewarding so far. I am so, so glad I am doing it.

Last night, I got home tired and happy and took some time to rest. And then I went with Ky to see Spring Awakening at The Ahmanson. I've been dying to see this show since I saw their breathtaking performance on the Tony Awards last year. I was probably exposed to too much hype and I wasn't really blown away like I'd thought I'd be but I really enjoyed it.

A couple minutes before the show began, I was surveying the room, scowling at late-comers who were disturbing entire rows of people to get to middle seats. And there was Martin Sheen, coming down my row. When he passed me and said "excuse me," I replied "Not a problem" and privately added "Mr. President."

In case you were curious- he participated in the standing ovation at the end of the show. Everyone turned to check.

An Odd Hotness

Is it odd that I find John McCain to be kind of hot in this photo? Maybe it's the uniform...

I feel like a traitor to my party now.

Caption This

Come on witty people, post a caption for this gem:

Strange story -- when I was in high school, I was at a strip mall, waiting for someone in a Blockbuster Video. Kelsey Grammar comes out with some blonde (I think she later became his wife) and a kid, about 5 years old. The kid whined something-or-another (I could never remember what it was), and Kelsey reached back and back-handed the kid across the face. The kid didn't cry. He immediately toughened up and followed Kelsey and the blonde to the car.

Since then, I have never been able to like Kelsey Grammar.

So look out, Aretha.

Proof

And proof that plus sized models can be as beautiful as anything...

   

   

Art to Love

So I discovered via a friend of mine this website: http://www.curiousartist.com/

It's a showcase for up and comer artists and designers, etc.

Anyway, one painting in particular by Richard Wilkinson touched me and I think you'll agree it speaks to all of us.

It's called "Learn to Love Fat." Good for him, I say.