People, You do not want to skip over this one...
Personally, I don't think anyone else could fit into this container after I packed my big self in, but I hear the people in the UK are much thinner - which is apparently true if they can all meet in green trash bin.
I also can't help but think of how meeting in a trash bin makes people feel about themselves. I'm fat and now I am a piece of trash too? What kind of message are we sending to fat people? That they are worthless to society? That they don't matter?
I thought Weight Watchers cared about their clients, now it is clear that they are more concerned with hiding them in waste receptacles reducing them to nothing instead of helping them to reduce their waist lines.
I used to think the company name "Weight Watchers" was geared toward the people who were part of the club, now it is clear to me that there are a group of people out there "Watching" for fat people. Weight Watchers is just another name for the Pied Piper and instead of a hypnotic flute luring rats out of town, they have set up trash bins with labels allowing people to discard of themselves.
Special thanks to Mr. Hyde for the above photo.
Drunken Fiction is up for the most part. I am totally using Alan Meadows photo stream on there for the moment, but the design is all mine.
Updated 3/30/06
... but I am easy... but not THAT easy.
My sister just sent me some great photos of her, and Aiden - I uploaded them to flickr. He is a little over three months old and he is growing up quick!
Who is George Mason?
Many of you know that I travel 4-6 times a year and assist with the Song of Solomon conferences taught by Tom Nelson. It is a fun gig and it is nice getting to go and learn new stuff. I am also a big fan of Doug Hudson who owns Hudson Productions. He has made a career out of sharing the word of God in a unique and exciting way and he is always an inspiration and godly man that I look up to and admire.
I am working on updating my wardrobe so that my dress will be in keeping with my new position at work.
I got this from Dobbyus who got it from Daisy,
By the time I was 5 I was America's Top Child Model. Brown was the new white and I was totally the "It" kid.
Like to climb up a tree,
Okay, I just finished Alan's site - I have got to get blogjacket up and running so I can just start posting these there. I have another new idea for that site, it is funny how design works, new ideas just keep coming.
When I was 12 I was already a big boy. About 5' 7" 200lbs I could perform manual tasks that most 30 year old men could do, partially because I was so big for my age, but also because my dad believed that manual labor was as important as religion - and he worked me religiously. I remember one time when he bought 200 railroad ties and I had to spend an entire weekend loading them up on a trailer and then unloading them back at our house. We had stacks and stacks of them and dad had many plans for these railroad ties - but that isn't the point of this post.
In the end, we all ended up on a vast plain with the sun setting in the distance. Discarded bodies heaped in piles around us. Crushed trees and detritus were scattered as far as the eye could see. I am sure that if Spielberg had filmed this finale, he would have paired the panoramic shots with melancholy music. The message would be clear - we were alive, but it came with a price.
Home now, I am here typing up this blog post with one oversized claw, huge mandibles, and the body of a praying mantis. The horrific details of Beaver's Bend won't quickly be forgotten and neither will the lingering smell of Up Dog. I will never forget the overpowering smell of Up Dog.
Okay, the other stuff is coming soon, but I had to post this now while it is hot and fresh out the kitchen...
Coming this week...
Remember when you watched T.V. and you never saw a tampon or hemarrhoid commercial? The word Herpes was synonymous with any other curse word and the word erectile wasn't even in your vocabulary.
Growing up I had this friend, we'll call him Bert, that always said stuff that wasn't funny. Not only was it NOT funny, it was most often offensive or so boring that when he stopped talking the akward silence that followed was palpable; but Burt didn't stop there, oh no, he would hit you on the shoulder even though you were doing your best to look busy and he would say, "Did you hear me, did you hear what I just said?" He always tacked on a little snigger at the end as if he was still laughing a little bit at what he had just said. And in that moment when he is hitting you saying, "Did you hear what I just said?" You are thinking to yourself, "Yes, I heard you, dear Christmas and Hannakuh everyone heard you - and it WASN'T funny!!!!"
Have you ever called into a radio station and won "A free lunch for 10 to a Mexican Restaurant!"?
The above photos is the before photo - and below is the photo after I made her look more like Stephanie. This has been my greatest photoshop challenge ever. Removing the blonde hair and creating the red hair was the most difficult, but it was also difficult to create the shoulder, arm, and dress area so that it looked like ti was made that way and not that I had drawn it. I think now you can hardly tell that they were the same image - and that is cool.
Click here and you can see Stephanie's new BlogJacket. It still surprises me sometimes how when I first start a design I have no idea how it is going to end up. I usually go through about 40 diffrent font styles, numerous colors, and 3-4 layouts before I finally decide on something that is going to work. When the final product is done I am sometimes disappointed that it doesn't turn out the way I had hoped, other times, it turns out better than I ever could have imagined. Thankfully this one is the latter.
Chanc and Jonathan came to the game last night. The Mavericks won and the game was only somewhat interesting, but the great thing about a Mavs game is that they are fun even when the game isn't all that happening.
Chanc turned 22 yesterday. Happy Birthday Chanc! I remember when he was born, I was 8 years old and he was the cutest baby with his black hair and blue eyes. Too bad he grew up to be such a big lug. He's my favorite cousin because his personality is just like mine. He loves to have fun all the time.
More photos uploaded to flickr.
I've stooped to a new low. I envy babies with better/more hair than me.
Some friends from Denton who now live in some other state that I can't remember right now - just had a baby. All I could think about as I was looking through the pictures was - "Look at all that hair!"
I am just going to go home and bite my pillow.
There and Back
similar to Diary of a Mad Black Woman. The great thing about Perry's movies is that he ties in so many life lessons. Lessons about forgiveness and second chances and standing up for yourself. The movie on the surface appears to be nothing more than a black comedy with yet another man dressing up as a fat black woman. I mean, hasn't this been done before? Big Momma's House, Big Momma's House 2 and let's not forget about the Nutty Professor with Eddie Murphy dressing up as 900 different people. However, this movie is indeed different. It is more than just entertainment, it is entertaining education. Go see it.