Thursday, June 30, 2011

Snotty.

Howdy, folks!  What have you been up to this past week?  I've been a stitching fool, but that's not really out of the ordinary for me.  All current projects are put on hold pending the completion of a super secret wall hanging I'm working on.  Nothing like deadlines to motivate, right?  Sneaky peek later tonight. 

Oh, speaking of motivation.  There's nothing like being called fat by two different people, on two different occasions in one week to motivate you to get back in shape.  No?  Oh, I'm sure that's what they thought they were doing when they said such random things.  And I should mention they were two complete strangers!  I wouldn't mind so much if it was someone I knew,  I mean, it's sort of true. But geez, a stranger?  Jerkfaces.

Anyway, it got me to thinking, I haven't always been fat.  Well, I was really skinny and then really fat, then skinny again.  You can see where this is going, think Oprah. So out came the photos.  It was either that or a snack to make myself feel better.  And since my pity party was started after being called a fatty, I just thought the irony of that would have been too much.
I saw this one and thought, hey- that looks really familiar.  Which led to more photo searching.  Apparently, I've been perfecting this look for many years.

So, while I haven't always been big, I've always been snotty.  This proves it.  I found this coincidence to be hilarious.  Laughing, I quickly gave up on being upset about what totally rude strangers think about me.  Eff 'em.  Right, Dude?  I'm smiling now just thinking about the whole ridiculous situation.  I'd rather be a jolly fat person than a skinny (insert pejorative term here)  However, that being said, I do reserve the right to express my snotty side occasionally...preferably for photographs.  Thank you and good day, sir.

3 comments:

Regena said...

Right dude!! big chicks rule!!!

MafiosaGrrl said...

Thanks, gals. I knew you would make me feel better. People are ridiculous huh?!

Ironically, the day after the second time, a gorgeous specimen of a man hit on me... he looked like Tyson Beckford, muscles and all. Swoon! I think I had a ridiculous grin for the rest of the day. So, I guess it all works out :) Hotties hitting one you, fat or not, is flattering. So those biotches should just give in and eat a damn cookie, they'll be happier.

Lisalikespizza said...

Amen.