How will you be ringing in the New Year?
Hosting a New Year's eve party with M at our place. You're all invited!
What was the worst thing that happened to you in 2009? The best?
Worst.
Heart attack. There's nothing more disappointing than your body reminding you that you're mortal and they're consequences for overindulgence.
Best
Heart attack. Sometimes after a glimpse in the mirror, I find myself saying, "Yay! Heart attack!" There's nothing more rewarding than watching your body change for the better as a consequence of eating a little better, mall walking, the occasional hike and mastering the Downward Dog (It only took me 6 months!). I'm still a biggun, tipping the scales at 430. However that's a long way from the 560 pounds I used to weigh. Hopefully I can make it down to 300 by this time next year. After that? I'm dining in hell (if they have a low calorie menu) and trying to get into 300 shape. Not looking for miracles. I'm just looking to bulk up a bit to get rid of my grandma wings, the Shar Pei thighs and other loose skin I'm starting to notice.
How and where are you spending this Christmas Day? Make spirits bright by sharing a photo!
Well . . . I was supposed to be spending it over at my cousin's house but got a text this morning that he had a heart attack and is currently in the hospital. So I'm going there to check up on him.
When you hear it 50 million times at your favorite strip club/drag bar (not that I've ever seen a drag show) it kinda sinks in.
The "How Come I'm Just Hearing This?!" Award
This song pod up on the shuffle while I was walking the mall and I felt like I had just been pulled into Jackie Brown's caper. "Ray! Ray! Come out, Ray. He got away!"
Speaking of Etta, the "At Last!" Award goes to . ..
I've been looking for Labelle's "Goin' on a Holiday" for awhile. No digital copy nowhere. Luckily, I ran across it on compilation album when I went back to Carolina for the holiday.
Do you remember the things you did when you first started using the Web and how it has changed your life?
No more sheepish visits to the local newsstand to buy copies of Blue Boy and Black (& Latino) Inches. Yay! Online porn!
*Other than the one that was painfully dashed when i woke up this morning and read the news from Maine.
So I'm in some type of hotel banquet hall and there's a dessert buffet and I'm piling my plates with Brownies when an instrumental version of "They Way We Where" starts playing. I start to hum along to it and the woman next to me does too. I turn. It's Meagan Mullally from Will and Grace.
We give each other a knowing nod and then start in on a full-out duet. The crowd is eating up and loving us (and I'm neglecting my brownies)! A spotlight shines on entryway of the banquet hall and guess who makes an entrance. No, not Babs but Bernadette Peters!
Normally, I'd be happy to see her. However that's not the case when she starts to steal me and Megan's shine. She totally takes over our song. I leave out in a huff-- with my plate of brownies. Then I hear a hubbub inside. Someone says, "Streisand is here! And Eminem?!"
So I get over my ego and rush inside to see the two. It turns out they're only impersonators. So Meagan, me and Bernadette make nice and finish out the song together while the Babs and Eminem impersonators goof off in the background.
If not zombies, I'm convinced that the well regimented mall mommies are in training to take over the world. Sure chasing after me while pushing a stroller may slow them down a bit, but I gotta have even faster feet and build up my endurance.
on QotD: Best/Worst of 2009