Archive for March, 2007

Lame or Not Lame?

Thursday, March 8th, 2007

I know, I know. I missed Valentine’s Day. I have a lot of guilt over that, JUST SO YOU KNOW. I also know there are a lot of you (including me) who really look forward to the CGB Valentine’s celebration.

Is it lame to celebrate it in March? We can call it “Our Love Is So Magical We Must Celebrate One Month Later Than All The Other Saps In The World” Valentine’s Day or “Jerilyn Spends Too Much Time Chatting Up Babes On The Internet To Pay Attention To The Date” Valentine’s Day or we can find an upcoming holiday to celebrate instead.

Options for alternate celebrations are:

April 1: April Fool’s Day

March 17: St. Patrick’s Day (no)

March 19: The Swallows Return to Capistrano (what the H*?)

March 21: The First Day of Spring aka TICK TOCK. Are Your Thighs Ready for Summer?

Or MY FAVORITE only because it’s a crude joke about weight loss:
March 13: The Anniversary of the Discovery of Uranus

Let me know what you want to do.

*Heck

Welcome Oprah

Saturday, March 3rd, 2007

As some of you may know by now, the CGB had the tiniest of tiny mention in the March issue of Oprah’s magazine. Here is a scan of the article (thanks to Susannah)(page 184 for those of you playing along at home):

Cgbinoprah

So, all those times people told me that my hard work would pay off? HA HA HA. I haven’t updated this site in MONTHS and Oprah (or one of her minions, rather) STILL noticed.

SCORE ONE FOR LAZINESS.

What’s funny is that I was thinking about writing a “I’m so sorry but I’m so busy and I think it’s time you saw other blogs and really it’s me, not you and one day you’ll look back at this time in our lives and realize I wasn’t very nice to you after all and I’ve met someone else and he sells seashells at discount prices” kind of post but I kept putting it off thinking I just needed to get back to writing because it’s good for me and puts hair on my chest. Or something like that.

All that to say, I’m sorry for my absence. I appreciated all the emails and (real!) letters I received asking if I was alive. I am alive. I’m even still fat.

In light of the Oprah situation, I need to make the following announcements:

To most of the people that know me in real life that also had no idea that I live this double life that involves chubby women and cheese recipes (I tried to make that sound dirty):

Hi. I post a lot of things on this website that I wouldn’t dare talk about face to face. It doesn’t mean you can’t read what I’ve written, but it does mean that if you start talking to me about my gynecology appointments or pointing out your own side boobage, I will want to melt into the ground and hope nobody notices.

To those of you who came via the article in the Oprah magazine:

This is NOT a weight loss blog. Nor is it a fat acceptance blog. My goal is for every woman to love who she is, irregardless of the numbers (BE THEY SINGLE OR DOUBLE) on the tag in her jeans, starting with myself. Sorry to disappoint.

More later, my sweets.