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Wednesday, September 22, 2010 Iditarod. I wish I could say “I did a rod.” Hell I wish I could say “Idid”…something other than my usual

Sunday, September 12, 2010 And no…not by “Hurricane” Earl. As previously predicted, he was true to his genetic predisposition for failure. All promises no action.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010 and my name is Fatty. Nice to meet you. Earl. A male hurricane. This means one thing to me. Another man who

Monday, August 16, 2010 “F” you!Perhaps why I don’t keep a diary. I have nothing nice to say. Why would I want to relive my binge eating sexless

Monday, August 2, 2010 Mother has a tick. And not the blood sucking kind. Nope…this would be a “One flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest” kind.

Sunday, July 18, 2010 Being fat in the middle of summer sucks. You would think the heat alone would be enough to scare off thoughts

Wednesday, June 30, 2010 Just when you think there isn’t a diet left on the market that my chubby little hands haven’t touched….think again. I

Monday, June 21, 2010 This just in… the award for “Fatty Wife of the Year” …. goes to…my ass, (literally and figuratively) hands down. I’m

Sunday, June 13, 2010 I decided to test a theory I have that technology is making me fat. Leave it to me…when I run out

Sunday, June 6, 2010 I realized something this weekend, when men decide to do something they go all the way. Yes, that includes sex…not that