Blah blah blah Ginger blah

Yay. Female. Hooray.

Just a couple of drive-by snarks for the day:

1) You lost your job? You'll get another one. Trust me on this one. In the meantime, you are not without work - your job right now is to find another job. It'll keep you busy - the pay scale sucks - so, work hard and work yourself out of the job. You'll find another job. You just don't know what it is yet, and that bites.

2) Fat. Huh. Sure. Hmm. Hey - a couple of penises in search of a bar might make cracks about 130 lb "fat chicks," but when a trained professional talks to you abour morbid obesity, diabetes and shall I go on? - you might want to listen without taking it personally. My doctor wants 30 lbs off me this year - and after showing me the chart history for the last five years, he's getting it. I'm lucky. I only have 30 lbs to lose. Yeah, I'm Taking Steps (lots of them, actually), because I promised myself I would if I ever saw myself going down the same road as all the other females in my family. Don't pay a whole lot of attention to the window dressing - there are a LOT of insensitive boors practicing medicine - but if someone waves the red flag, pay attention, okay? And then drop it. If "staying fat" sounds like a good idea, WHOO SMOKE FROM ANOTHER FIRE HERE.

I'm the widow of a diabetic, and married to a radiologic technician who daily has to figure out if the tables are weight-tested for the patients he has to deal with. (And the tables are rated to 350-400 lbs.) We have stories. Scary ones. Really - it's not something I'd wish on my worst enemy.

(I've also been waaaaay underweight in my time. I know too skinny like nobody's business. Like, less than half my current size skinny.)

3) If suicide only made the same kind of impact a divorce did (problems don't go away, you only trade in the ones you know for the ones you don't know), would it be as appealing? Think about it. And put the fucking gun away.

Honestly. There was an old saw that ran around the Stapfer house that I'm sorely reminded of today - "If you've got time to complain, you're not working hard enough."

If people would just figure out that they're not being called lazy, but being given direction instead, and taking it....

SNARK MODE=OFF.

Blah blah blah Ginger blah

Yay. Female. Hooray.

Just a couple of drive-by snarks for the day:

1) You lost your job? You'll get another one. Trust me on this one. In the meantime, you are not without work - your job right now is to find another job. It'll keep you busy - the pay scale sucks - so, work hard and work yourself out of the job. You'll find another job. You just don't know what it is yet, and that bites.

2) Fat. Huh. Sure. Hmm. Hey - a couple of penises in search of a bar might make cracks about 130 lb "fat chicks," but when a trained professional talks to you abour morbid obesity, diabetes and shall I go on? - you might want to listen without taking it personally. My doctor wants 30 lbs off me this year - and after showing me the chart history for the last five years, he's getting it. I'm lucky. I only have 30 lbs to lose. Yeah, I'm Taking Steps (lots of them, actually), because I promised myself I would if I ever saw myself going down the same road as all the other females in my family. Don't pay a whole lot of attention to the window dressing - there are a LOT of insensitive boors practicing medicine - but if someone waves the red flag, pay attention, okay? And then drop it. If "staying fat" sounds like a good idea, WHOO SMOKE FROM ANOTHER FIRE HERE.

I'm the widow of a diabetic, and married to a radiologic technician who daily has to figure out if the tables are weight-tested for the patients he has to deal with. (And the tables are rated to 350-400 lbs.) We have stories. Scary ones. Really - it's not something I'd wish on my worst enemy.

(I've also been waaaaay underweight in my time. I know too skinny like nobody's business. Like, less than half my current size skinny.)

3) If suicide only made the same kind of impact a divorce did (problems don't go away, you only trade in the ones you know for the ones you don't know), would it be as appealing? Think about it. And put the fucking gun away.

Honestly. There was an old saw that ran around the Stapfer house that I'm sorely reminded of today - "If you've got time to complain, you're not working hard enough."

If people would just figure out that they're not being called lazy, but being given direction instead, and taking it....

SNARK MODE=OFF.

Blah blah blah Ginger blah

Yay. Female. Hooray.

Just a couple of drive-by snarks for the day:

1) You lost your job? You'll get another one. Trust me on this one. In the meantime, you are not without work - your job right now is to find another job. It'll keep you busy - the pay scale sucks - so, work hard and work yourself out of the job. You'll find another job. You just don't know what it is yet, and that bites.

2) Fat. Huh. Sure. Hmm. Hey - a couple of penises in search of a bar might make cracks about 130 lb "fat chicks," but when a trained professional talks to you abour morbid obesity, diabetes and shall I go on? - you might want to listen without taking it personally. My doctor wants 30 lbs off me this year - and after showing me the chart history for the last five years, he's getting it. I'm lucky. I only have 30 lbs to lose. Yeah, I'm Taking Steps (lots of them, actually), because I promised myself I would if I ever saw myself going down the same road as all the other females in my family. Don't pay a whole lot of attention to the window dressing - there are a LOT of insensitive boors practicing medicine - but if someone waves the red flag, pay attention, okay? And then drop it. If "staying fat" sounds like a good idea, WHOO SMOKE FROM ANOTHER FIRE HERE.

I'm the widow of a diabetic, and married to a radiologic technician who daily has to figure out if the tables are weight-tested for the patients he has to deal with. (And the tables are rated to 350-400 lbs.) We have stories. Scary ones. Really - it's not something I'd wish on my worst enemy.

(I've also been waaaaay underweight in my time. I know too skinny like nobody's business. Like, less than half my current size skinny.)

3) If suicide only made the same kind of impact a divorce did (problems don't go away, you only trade in the ones you know for the ones you don't know), would it be as appealing? Think about it. And put the fucking gun away.

Honestly. There was an old saw that ran around the Stapfer house that I'm sorely reminded of today - "If you've got time to complain, you're not working hard enough."

If people would just figure out that they're not being called lazy, but being given direction instead, and taking it....

SNARK MODE=OFF.