It’s that glorious time of year when the lucky get to flee the enduring Midwestern winter and get away during the spring holiday break. There are many reasons  keeping you from going...maybe you can’t afford to miss work, or didn't get that tax return cash yet,  or maybe you just could not go...so you process through the 5 stages of denial that you are not going anywhere.

It was a fun and creative way to raise funds and awareness to about a terrible disease. I loved how people participated, everyone loves a challenge. But I did not. It was not due to being asked, as I was "nominated" many times.  I did not tell anyone at the time that I was going to give money to my charity of choice. It was not ALS.
I was reading about the history of the American Circus…which quite frankly creeps me out, but I do find myself drawn like a tourist to the “stage acts” AKA “freak shows’. I’m not going to delve into the horrible ethics related to this attraction, but rather express my sympathy and admiration for the bearded lady, and maybe her friend the fat lady.
Don’t you sometimes wish there was a greeting card you could give a friend that says “Thank you for all the years, but this relationship is no longer healthy or fun, and I’m really not getting anything out of it! So good luck and take care, good bye and God Bless”
F-A-T.  It’s a terrible word, but it’s descriptive. It brings to mind an emotional response as well as a visual one, doesn’t it? People might say, it’s not a politically-correct term, use “BMI limited”, “person of substance” or  “gravitationally challenged”