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This is a Sponsored Post written by me on behalf of PlayStation MOVE. All opinions are 100% mine. As long as I can remember, I've had a severe case of game system envy. It started when I was a kid and my friend had a good old NES and I didn't. I wanted to have one SO badly -- I went over to her house at even opportunity. I tried to talk my dad in to getting me one by telling him all about Duck

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Normally I love the show "Bones". It took me a long time to get in to it, because I was so used to seeing David Boreanaz as Angel! Every time he'd step out into the sunlight I'd have a moment of "AAAAHHHHHH oh wait he's not a vampire in this one." Then it took me a while to get over the gross dead bodies. And then I was so annoyed at how Brennan talks and acts that I almost stopped watching --

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This is a Sponsored Post written by me on behalf of Liz Claiborne New York Outlets. All opinions are 100% mine. There was a time, what seems like many moons ago, that I had disposable income. I was working a silly number of hours, but in the time I had off, I could go shopping! And go shopping I did! Mostly at the store I worked at, because of my employee discount, but also at other stores in

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In one of the more random turns of events in my life, I'm working in a haunted house this month. It's something I never in a bajillion years would've thought I'd be doing -- I don't even LIKE haunted houses or being scared. And this one is fucking gruesome. But, here I am, being a zombie most nights. One of the owners called me up a couple of weeks before we started, and said he didn't have a

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This is a Sponsored Post written by me on behalf of Ramblers Way. All opinions are 100% mine.I'll be honest; I don't think I've ever worn clothing made of wool. Oh, at some point somebody probably gave me a wool sweater or something, but I don't remember it. Maybe it's because the plains of Colorado don't really get all that cold, but I don't remember ever having any heavy-duty thick winter

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But only to wear a certain adorable cleavage-showing shirt for the concerts I'm going to! I can't afford new clothes -- all my money is going to be utterly used up by the trip itself. But I don't want to look slumpy, and all my clothes that fit are kind of blah. And I could do it; it's only five pounds or so. The problem is that foods that are good for me .... well, they're expensive. Bread and

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The more I watch other women going through this diet crap, the more glad I am that I don't bother with it anymore. A friend of mine lost a bunch of weight and was all happy with herself, but then as soon as she quit exercising like a fiend and started drinking beer again, she returned to her former size--which was maybe a 10, and yet she's all freaking upset about it.Another friend of mine is

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Until I know if I'll be going to school again. It's really a pain in the ass waiting to find out. Of course, it's my own freaking fault for procrastinating, but it's no fun blaming myself. I'd rather be irritated at the school for their part in it.I'm kind of excited for my classes, but also facing the usual dread about the seating arrangements. A lot of the classrooms have the desks that stretch

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Lately I've been having the uncomfortable feeling of giving a damn about my weight. I don't know why I get these random bouts of dissatisfaction. Yeah, I'm fat. I'm a wide load. Most of the time I don't care. So why today do I feel completely despondent about my flubber

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I can't even go in to the student center between classes, because I smell orange chicken and it's like goddamn crack to me. And I can't be spending money on orange-glazed crack right now. Of course, I mention this to a girl at work, and her response is, "Oh I KNOW! It's got so many CALORIES!" *facepalm*

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This is a Sponsored Post written by me on behalf of VitaDigest. All opinions are 100% mine.Vitamins are complicated. There are all sorts of RDAs and UIs and ULs and stuff to consider--my major was nutrition and I still feel like I don't know what I need, because the guidelines set up by the government are so broad. And that's just the commonly known vitamins like A and E and stuff. Of course, the

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I got my first tattoo a little over a month ago, and I love it. It's above my ankle, which I heard was going to be painful (wasn't as bad as I expected though), but I wanted to be able to see it. I also didn't want it to be somewhere where my skin is "weird" from being fat. Like I didn't want to/couldn't get it on my "hip", because of my hanging belly. I don't want to have tattoos on my chest for

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-11745124465537402672010-04-07T20:09:00.000-07:002010-04-08T12:45:07.752-07:00

This is a Sponsored Post written by me on behalf of Hormel Foods. All opinions are 100% mine.I seem to remember commercials that nobody around me usually does. Like a jeans commercial where the guy's heart monitor is beeping out "Tainted Love" and the ER staff are all singing along. I brought that up the other day at work and was surrounded by a bunch of blank faces. On the other hand, the ones

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Jesus H. Christ, it seems like every single one of the women I work with is on a goddamn diet! And now of them need to be, by anybody's standards but their own skewed ones. Come on, seriously. If you're a size two, do you really need to be on a diet? No! If you're a size eight, but your old size six jeans don't fit, do you need to starve yourself? NO! BUY SOME NEW GODDAMN PANTS BITCH!Ahem.In case

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It's 5:40 in the morning, and I haven't gone to bed yet. That's partially because I was watching Ugly Betty, but mostly because I've been fretting and worrying about things.I know it's stupid. There's absolutely nothing I can do right now, for example, about the fact that I have numerous collection agencies calling me. I don't have any money for them, and sitting on my couch chewing my lower lip

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-14039934838047378912010-03-19T00:13:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:03.931-07:00

One of the many things I miss about my life pre-school is disposable income. I used to be able to shop! I accumulated quite a few purses, and a ridiculous amount of clothing, and 75 necklaces, and shoes. Oh, I love shoes! I have a couple dozen pairs of them, which I now have nowhere to wear, but I love them anyway. I can't afford any more now, and I don't need them, for sure. But that doesn't

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I don't know what was up the last few weeks, but I'm starting to feel more level now. I did kind of go apeshit at work on Sunday and started yelling and crying, but there were actual triggers for that so I don't feel so bad about that!I don't know if it's because of missing those few days of my Prozac, or stress from midterms, or what, but I finally feel like I'm back to normal. Work has been

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-9602372723417465762010-03-12T10:12:00.000-08:002010-04-07T15:58:03.962-07:00

I've felt really depressed for the last month or so. At first I thought it was PMS; then I thought it was because of the dog sadness; then I was sick. Now I'm not sick, it started before the dog died, it went on too long to be PMS and would be DMS now.And I still just feel .... just plain depressed. I'll be sitting around reading or whatever, and suddenly have this panicky feeling of dread and

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-49648765204727970892010-03-05T00:38:00.000-08:002010-04-07T15:58:03.980-07:00

Every fat women gets it at some point in her life. People can't just say she's pretty; it's always "you have such a pretty face!" or, god forbid, "you'd be so pretty if you lost some weight!" The people saying these things think it's a compliment, or they think it's encouraging in some fucked up way.It's been a long time since I've heard that crap; I think most of my family just gave up on "

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-15360219540273661732010-02-23T12:42:00.000-08:002010-04-07T15:58:04.001-07:00

Two weeks ago, on Super Bowl Sunday, I slipped on a patch of ice and wrenched the bejesus out of my lower back. It's mostly better now; still a little stiff when I first get up in the morning, and still giving me some sciatica-like pains down my legs, but so much better than at first. The first couple of days I could hardly walk. Made working really interesting, let me tell you.A consequence of

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I'm sitting in the computer lab at school between classes, watching videos on Youtube. I was actually looking for the official music video, but stumbled across this. One of my favorite songs! Also, not like it's news, but goddamn Morten Harket is fine.

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We just had a class discussion on Beowulf in my medieval England class. It's the only version I've actually read, so I don't know it all versions of it have the heavily forced Christian elements jammed in. What's incredibly frustrating about all this is that my classmates are largely incapable of looking beyond the forced Christian metaphors. To me, it's much more interesting to ignore that and

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I love the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding. It's so adorable, and I kind of have a little crush on John Corbett. I was unduly excited when I was watching TV one day and heard his voice. I was then embarrassed that I was momentarily excited by an Applebee's commercial.I got three hours of sleep so I'm totally rambling, but the point of this is that SkippyMom is have a V-Day giveaway! Check out her

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A classmate is going to adopt my pretty mister. I'm taking him to the vet to get neutered on Friday and she'll pick him up. That way he can recover in a house where he's not being harassed by three other cats and two dogs. I know it'll be better for him to live with her, more space and more love. But I'm going to miss his kitten kisses. :(Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

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I've been thinking a lot lately about how much money I make in tips, how it varies, and how it compares to my coworkers. It seems to me like the women of equal skill and equal experience, but who are conventionally slender and/or pretty, make a lot more money than me in general. It also seems like I tend to make more money in general when I had the section of high tables, where people are

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Through a series of random events, I ended up looking through a box of photos as my dad's house. I found a picture of me at about seventeen or eighteen, and I stared at it for a long time. Then I held it up and said, "I can't believe how skinny I was.""And you should be again," he answered right away, without even a pause."That's not the point," I told him. "I thought I was the ugliest most

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-29234197776242027432010-01-07T14:39:00.000-08:002010-04-07T15:58:04.214-07:00

I have about five pillows for my bed, some I use and some I don't. The last time I washed them, I had one that was the odd one out. So for a while, it's been sitting on the floor between my washer and dryer, which the cats quite liked. Well, yesterday the big dog peed on it. Why? I have no idea. But I know it was her because she was doing that belly crawling, ears back thing.To clean it (and one

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I slept until ridiculously late today, and then didn't actually start doing anything until about midnight. Since then I've washed all my dishes, run two loads of laundry and have another of pillows soaking, put said laundry away, run my new comforter through the dryer to pull the cat hair off of it, baked a cake from a mix somebody gave me a while ago, organized and cleared out my fridge,

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I was looking over some stats for my review blog, and one of my visitors caught my eye. The ISP has a very distinctive name, and when I looked at the rough location my suspicion was confirmed. It's really rather interesting to think than author, or at least somebody in the author's household, read my review of their work. Glad I wasn't trashing it!

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Today I've consumed a small glass of milk, three fried cheese sticks, a glass of diet coke, and a quarter of a mango margarita. I probably wouldn't feel so shitty if I had eaten anything else, like real food.Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

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Life is kicking my ass right now, what more can I say. Two finals Monday, two finals Tuesday, and then I'm spending all goddamn Wednesday in my pajamas, in my house, doing absolutely nothing I don't want to.And then Thursday, it's on to the second job hunt.

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This is on the inside of my windows!Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

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When did soda get so damn expensive? It's gone up at least a quarter in the last month!Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

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I neglected to bring a book with me today, and I now have half an hour to kill between classes. Hooray. So I'm sitting here on my trusty Crackberry. I wasn't expecting to be let out of French early, and I was so tired this morning I didn't toss a book in my bag like usual. Nor did I eat, though I did slam down a glass of orange juice. I also forgot my scarf, which made walking across campus an

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I've got quite a few in the works; a few sponsored ones and a whole lot of others. But I've also got a cold, so none of them are finished just yet!

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Randomly, we'd listened to an Amadou & Mariam song in my French class a month or so ago. Otherwise I might never have listened to this song by The Magic Numbers. I heard it in New Moon, but it wasn't until I was looking at the soundtrack list looking for something else that I saw the familiar names. I freaking love this song. It's so mellow and beautiful.

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I wanted to share with ya'll a couple of cool "get stuff free" sites that I like. Yeah, I get referral points if you join, but I also think they're cool sites in general.The first is Swagbucks.com. I'm new to this one and haven't gotten enough Swagbucks yet to get a reward; I found it through SavingDiva, though, so I have confidence in it! There are a lot of ways to get Swagbucks--for example, as

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A little more than a year ago, I wrote a quick post about acai berry advertising being stupid. Basically, I saw the ad on the right and didn't believe it for a damn second. But I was saddened to think that their are people out there desperate enough, and guillible enough, that they'd probably be willing to believe this--no matter the improbability of a person of that size losing that much weight,

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A few days ago at work, one of the managers had put on the local college radio statio. I didn't really pay much attention until I heard what I thought was The Beatles ... and Trent Reznor at the same time. Mashups are hilarious. I actually kind of like this one.But what's truly funny is what I found on Youtube while looking for the mashup. Enjoy!

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I just went to put something in dumpster, and it's a gorgeous night out there. The sky is clear, the grass is frosted, and I could see my breath. Even with a big streetlamp right over my driveway, the sky is clear enough, and the air still enough, that I could see the different colors of some of the stars. The grass was sparkling, crunching beneath my dog's feet as she ran around like a lunatic;

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Via the loveliness that is Twitter, I came across this article, entitled "The Truth About Why Some Women Hate Sarah Palin". And I think my head exploded. I'm by no means a political genius, and I'm still rather new when it comes to the language of feminism, bias, etc. One of the women at SP could probably write a killer article about this, but I'm just going to stick my oar in anyway.The author

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I went to the midnight showing of New Moon last night; my thoughts are here if you're interested. I did some homework afterward and finally made it to bed around six this morning. I promptly started having a ridiculous dream. I don't remember all of it, just that I was watching New Moon--but not the real movie. It had all the right characters, but it was a totally different storyline. There was

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It's almost midnight, and I'm in a theater. I'm supporting the circus that is New Moon. I have a fair amount of contempt for myself for this. With Harry Potter I felt only sheer geeky delight, but with this Twilight stuff I feel vaguely ashamed.Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

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A couple of months ago, one of my friends asked me if I wanted to go see Anthony Bourdain. I didn't know who she was talking about. She said he was a chef and did the show "No Reservations"--I recognized the title but still didn't know anything about it, and certainly didn't understand what a chef was going to do in a theater. I also didn't want to spend $70 on it.Well, yesterday somebody else

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I probably shouldn't laugh at this, but I do every time. I think it's the little tinkling bicycle bell that does it.

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I opened this window with the clear thought that I was going to write something, but damned if I can remember what it was!

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If you're not redirected, please click here: The Blog Of No Unifying Theme.

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People roll my eyes every time I use the word fat to describe myself. It drives me crazy, because no matter how I used it, they make one of those "you are not" gestures, or tell me not to be mean to myself. And every time I tell them, "I'm not being mean. I'm fat. I'm also short, blonde, and hilarious. I'm not any of the stereotypes that go with it, but I am fat."

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Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-90574075937822307992009-11-11T02:29:00.000-08:002010-04-07T15:58:05.899-07:00

(Brought to you by la lettre D, as in Direct TV for Business.)Everybody knows that the economy these days sucks, and every business in the world is trying to figure out ways to keep people coming in and spending their money. Some are doing it by slashing prices--like restaurants and their "3 for $20" deals--to try to get people in the door. Others are trying to play up their amazing customer

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-25450024664384066702009-11-10T01:18:00.000-08:002010-04-07T15:58:05.294-07:00

I am not a fan of Taylor Swift. I think her voice is annoying; I think her songs' subject matter is juvenile; and I am so freaking sick of hearing her songs! I think at work every night I hear four of them.Unfortunately, the fact that I generally dislike her music doesn't stop her songs from getting lodged in my brain. Freaking ohrworms. I've had "Love Story" stuck in my head for what feels like

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-75286067115277053632009-11-07T00:23:00.000-08:002010-04-07T15:58:05.280-07:00

This is freaking hilarious! Excellent satire. I think this is my favorite part:"Sorry to you Hillary Clinton and the entire women’s rights movement, but according to the bible you are “[not permitted to teach], nor to have dominion over a man, but to be in quietness”. In other words, the Bible says you need to shut the fuck up. That is unless, of course, you’re a dirty wicked sinner. Then you

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-25419270986397708282009-11-06T15:32:00.000-08:002010-04-07T15:58:05.973-07:00

Usually when I'm on Facebook, I'm totally blind to the ads. I'm so used to ridiculous ads that pull up my friends' profile pictures, or use scantily clad models, or at just freaking weird, that I just ignore them. Except when all my ads start showing up Norwegian--that is hilarious.This particular add caught my eye, though, simply because the text on it was very oddly written. If it was a ploy,

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The other day when I was at the store, I realized I've never tried gouda cheese. No particular reason, I'd just never gotten around to it. I'd used it in Mousehunt, but never eaten it. There are a lot of cheeses I've never tried, actually; I've pretty much stuck to cheddar, swiss, and mozzarella most of the time. Oh, and parmesan, I love me some parmesan. But I was bored at the store and decided

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-54776229080631694922009-11-05T15:35:00.001-08:002010-04-07T15:58:05.516-07:00

Another excellent "Straw Feminist Weekly" from the women at SP. I especially love this:"THE SPINSTERS, THEY ARE LEGION. YOU CANNOT NAME THEM ON A RESPECTABLE SHOW OR THEIR SEXLESS SPIRITS WILL TAKE OVER THE CAMERAS AND SHOW YOU FROM A BAD ANGLE."

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purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-87794827841963350972009-11-03T22:27:00.001-08:002010-04-07T15:58:05.485-07:00

God I love Family Guy!

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-42419575178711746532009-10-30T01:59:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.203-07:00

and bought another humidifier. Mine died a sad death, and with my financial woes--and the fact that I was hoping to replace it with an identical one, but it's been discontinued--I've been without for several months. Not so good with the sinus issues--I swear I could feel my sinus lining cracking, and I've been getting daily headaches. Doing my lovely disgusting sinuses rinses helps, but it's also

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-70806305420956123752009-10-29T00:20:00.002-07:002010-04-07T15:58:05.463-07:00

I went to my dad's for dinner this week. A while after I got there, we were sitting on the desk just listening to the winds in the trees, talking about nothing.Suddenly my dad squints at me and says, "Why does it look like you've dumped a few pounds?"Here we go again, I thought, but just shrugged and said "I don't know."Right away he got all tense. "Well, have you?" Again, I said I didn't know,

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-24454947221522267132009-10-28T14:47:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.227-07:00

Too bad I have to go out in it!

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This is awesome.

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I'm sitting here after a perfecty decent night at work; really a good night, actually. Nothing is wrong; there's no impending doom; nothing unusual happened. And yet I feel all twitchy and stressed and guilty. I feel like I've done something wrong, and I haven't.I get this every once in a while; I don't know why. It's maddening, though, because when you feel guilty you want to do something to

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-45620027966301735732009-10-22T02:54:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.271-07:00

I love my kittens.Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-20601783662829796842009-10-21T02:23:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.281-07:00

I have a French test tomorrow, as well as a quiz over a book for my history class. I have to go see my dad for dinner tomorrow (not that I don't want to, just the time issue); that's after the maintenance guy comes to change my furnace filter sometime in the afternoon.Then I have a history writing assignment due Thursday, as well as a French oral exam, and a meeting with my creative writing

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-44372911764196127782009-10-16T01:57:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.305-07:00

Apparently, toy companies can't just base their 80s-era toy sales on nostalgia: they also have to give them "makeovers" to fit with ridiculous standards today. Strawberry Shortcake got it last year, which just pissed me off--I have fond memories of Shortcake! My first tricycle was a read and white SS tricycle, with a white seat and printed with strawberries. I loved that thing, I wish when I

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-21526443057439744482009-10-14T14:12:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:05.266-07:00

The look of horror on Stewie's face is just too much!

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I've been feeling like my head's going to explode for the last few days. I'm having a panic attack right now; my heart is racing, I'm trembling, I feel like puking, and I want to curl into a ball and cry. Why? Well, it doesn't help that I'm still trying to pay this month's rent, but that's not really it. About once a month, my Prozac suddenly doesn't work for a few days. My PMS just over-rides

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-73791184382139226302009-10-03T23:15:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.369-07:00

One of my tables tonight had just finished their dinner; I picked up their plates and asked if they wanted dessert. The woman laughed, but the man very loudly said "OH HELL NO! We NEVER get dessert when we go out! Too much damn food!"I gave them my standard response: "Well, we don't want to send you home hungry!""Well I don't want to be no 200 pounds either!"I'm sure they noticed that my smile

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-35539561824901815412009-10-02T05:55:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.380-07:00

I'll be honest, I never heard of Livestrong Day until I saw it on POD's Twitter feed. I've been trying to figure out something to write that won't sound trite or snobbish; but the fact is my family has been very fortunate so far, and I haven't known anybody with cancer. My experience with it has been limited to waiting on people in restaurants who have mentioned it, and losing a few pets to

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-83558038764847361192009-09-29T08:02:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.402-07:00

But I'm just so damn tired! I went to bed at 10:30 last night, slept until 8, and I'm still exhausted. Blah.

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The last several days, I've been repeatedly getting a sense of longing, of yearning .... and I don't know for what. I'll just be going through my day, and I'll suddenly feel like something is missing, like there's something I want and am not aware of.The last time I had a feeling like that, some genius at work chimed in with "Maybe it's you biological clock ticking!" I laughed at them. Since

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-16917039934260619632009-09-20T12:59:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.455-07:00

My favorite television show is House. It took me a couple of years before I finally started watching it, but I am absolutely freaking hooked. Last season ended incredibly, and the two hour long premier is tomorrow night. I was talking to a girl at work about it, and it turns out she loves it to. Then her friend spoke up to. The first girl suggested we all get together to watch it, which sounds

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-75633275081719125882009-09-18T01:53:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.472-07:00

Although I really don't understand why Sweets has a fish skeleton in his pelvis ....

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-5305352065347702422009-09-16T03:14:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:05.660-07:00

I freaking love Nutella, and I thought that a cupcake with Nutella in it would probably be just freaking amazing. My original plan was to make a giant batch of cupcakes to take to work for my coworkers. I started with a basic vanilla cupcake recipe:1/2c butter3/4 fine granulated sugar3 eggs1 1/4c self-rising flour1/2c sour cream1T vanillaSet oven to 350Cream butter and sugar togetherAdd eggs one

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-62500843839732595202009-09-12T03:21:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.519-07:00

Do I really have to point it out?Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-5525634803436255532009-09-11T00:37:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.529-07:00

I need to write another "People who don't suck"; I need to write up my latest baking experiment; I have a couple other topics swirling around in my head. I just can't seem to freaking focus!

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-5663013650859336642009-09-06T00:04:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.553-07:00

I went to my dad's for dinner this week. A while after I got there, we were sitting on the desk just listening to the winds in the trees, talking about nothing.Suddenly my dad squints at me and says, "Why does it look like you've dumped a few pounds?"Here we go again, I thought, but just shrugged and said "I don't know."Right away he got all tense. "Well, have you?" Again, I said I didn't know,

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-88023794687647532562009-09-04T03:33:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:05.638-07:00

I've been too busy, tired, and broke to make anything new this week, so I'm pulling out a "recipe" from my mental catalog. This is the easiest, yummiest strawberry shortcake recipe ever.Strawberry Shortcake1 tube of biscuits--the puffy kind, like Grand's. Plain or extra buttery is good, but you don't want anything with raisins, garlic, etc.About 1 cup of sugar, in a bowl or on a plate.1 to 1.5

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-79172734868481612922009-08-30T11:09:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.579-07:00

I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED! Except it's the last season, which makes me a sad panda.

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-26274575245484987872009-08-28T14:42:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.592-07:00

Got out of the shower about half an hour ago, and I'm currently sitting here with my hair wrapped up in a towel and nothing but shorts on. There are two fans going, so I keep getting nice cool drafts against my bare back, my skin is nice and cool, and I just feel utterly comfortable. Delaying getting dressed for work till the absolute last possible moment, because then I'll just be uncomfortably

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-83656033353816955672009-08-27T22:46:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:05.649-07:00

Champagne is my secret ingredient the last couple of weeks, apparently. After my less-than-thrilling pear cakes last week, I still had quite a bit of champagne left to use. So I used another recipe from Couture Cupcakes, this one for strawberry champagne cupcakes. The recipe from the site is as follows:1 1/2 cups cake flour1 tsp baking powder1/4 tsp salt1/4 cup champagne1/4 cup strawberry puree1

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-41307827215297937312009-08-27T21:03:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.602-07:00

There are two women who have recently started coming in to my restaurant, who are on a low-carb diet. One looks like she stuck her finger in an electric socket, from her wide eyes to her crazy red hair. The other is very round, with dyed blonde hair and little round old-lady glasses. The first one is super quiet and hardly talks at all; the second is rather bossy, loud, and comes off sort of

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-59693704131043829082009-08-20T19:23:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.690-07:00

I slept late today, and then went out on a big looping run of errands.First I dropped off a month's worth of glass/plastic recycling, then I took a giant box of stuff to Goodwill that has been accumulating in my living room since I moved. I also looked there for a desk; they had one for $15, but it was like a midget desk. It looked like a regular desk, but the opening to sit at was very low and

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-27063208303869492742009-08-20T01:59:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.703-07:00

So if you've been to my blog before, no doubt you'll notice it's different. I'd been fiddling with the title of my old blog for a while, but ultimately I decided to move it over to a new URL, as "amireallyfat" really has nothing to do with the content anymore!Also, if my layout is screwed up in your browser, can you please leave me a comment? I ask because I looked at it in IE before moving blogs

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-85509266225141024852009-08-20T01:44:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:58:06.664-07:00

Via Fatfu I read this article tonight, detailing someone's struggle with medical bills and health insurance after she was diagnosed with leukemia .... and had insurance. This is why there's a need for healthcare reform.

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-55963171012470828162009-08-19T03:12:00.001-07:002010-04-07T15:58:05.596-07:00

I have no idea where I first picked up the idea of champagne pear cupcakes, but I looked up a recipe and have had it bookmarked for a while. Wednesday, when my life exploded (temporarily), I decided I was going to make them to distract myself. And then I was supposed to go to my dad's, so I figured I'd just make them there--he has a dishwasher, plus it's about twenty degrees cooler at his house.

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-1985590497130013022009-08-18T03:56:00.001-07:002010-04-07T15:58:14.316-07:00

I really loved the look of the last one, but there were just too many issues I wasn't HTML-savvy enough to figure out. And because I'm bugged by little things and have a sort of compulsive steak in me, I had to change it.I like this one too though.

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-89725066496659510452009-08-15T23:12:00.001-07:002010-04-07T15:58:14.277-07:00

None of those things are connected. It's one of those posts.My poor little dog had surgery today; my mom took her to my aunt, who's a vet. She removed a half pound fatty tumor from my poor pumpkin's chest. She also cleaned her teeth ... or tried. Apparently some of them were basically wedged in by tartar, so my poor baby is coming home with half her teeth in a bag.I noticed at work today that one

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-20889515467281298902009-08-13T14:13:00.002-07:002010-04-07T15:58:13.671-07:00

Head over to the The F-Word. Apparently half of Americans think a woman should be legally required to change her last name when she gets married. Because clearly the government needs to put a stop to us uppity bitches who might want to retain a sense of individuality despite getting a ring.And yet it seems an overwhelming proportion of marriage jokes are about how limiting and miserable and

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-77358887967262056832009-08-12T01:57:00.002-07:002010-04-07T15:58:10.956-07:00

I've never really liked this current layout. I like the colors of the banner; but I don't like my entry column being so narrow. I'd also like to come up with something I designed myself, although I'd basically just be modifying somebody else's layout.Anyway, I'm going to do some fiddling; so things might look a bit odd as I do so over the next few days.

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-72266777024894866072009-08-11T21:30:00.002-07:002010-04-07T15:58:10.938-07:00

Sigh.Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-4674190159245116002009-08-10T02:07:00.003-07:002010-04-07T15:58:10.917-07:00

I was talking with my mom the other day, and she mentioned that she always wakes up at 2, and then again at 3:30, and doesn't sleep well until after that. The 3:30 thing is from long, long ago, when she was a kid; my grandfather was in the army, and 3:30 was when my grandparents would get up and my grandma would make breakfast.Waking up at 2 is from when I was a kid ... because 2-2:30 is when my

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-30374840737846136032009-08-06T03:14:00.002-07:002010-04-07T15:58:05.544-07:00

Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

purplegirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934154881070187904.post-77451333553540053162009-08-04T20:44:00.002-07:002010-04-07T15:58:10.823-07:00

My smoke alarm battery needed replacing, so it started beeping, and completely freaked the dogs out. The big one just ran right in and jumped in the tub. If you look in the bottom left corner, you can see a gray blob. That's my schnauzer, who apparently thought the safest place was behind the toilet paper, with her head behind the towel. At least she didn't wedge herself behind the toilet like

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