WHO IS THIS?

Meet the Thick Chick and learn about her Schtick.

Permanently Fluffy…Not At All Stuffy…Never In Your Face…Just Trying To Take Up Less Space.

Look, I’m just trying to find my niche. After all, where does anyone fit in in this overexposed world?  I’m still working on that.  Unfortunately I’m a woman of extremes.  Often all or nothing when it comes to myself and my relationships, but I’m working on it.  I like excess, but I’m also trying to find balance.  I’m a 35 year old enigma. My interests are varied, yet run along a common-theme (if you can find it). I’m happily married, and happy to be a mum to 4 four-legged sweeties. When I like something, I like it a little too much. I used to live by the motto: “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing.” I have learned to live with more control…sort of. I’ve dyed my hair since I was 13, so I have no idea what to say when people ask me “What’s your natural hair color?” I’m a dancer at heart, but a bit too fluffy to make a full profession of it.  I’m a fat girl and no matter how much weight I lose, I’ll still be descended from German roots and will always have to cope with having curves.   I vacillate between trying to embrace my thickness while occasionally launching an all-out assault against it.  I wanted to be a journalist for Rolling Stone magazine when I was a kid, but fell in love with psychology. So, I blog. It allows me to be an armchair journalist, and still maintain a logical career for my Master’s Degree in psychology. I like “odd” men…sorry hon, but I do. I also like some very specific TV shows – a little too much. I was born and raised in Pennsylvania, and now live in Tennessee – both long-named states, but very different indeed. I write about life’s absurdities and the societal stressors as a means of coping. I have issues…like everyone else…so, if you like what you read, send in the subscription card and hang on tight.

I am a work in progress. I am random. I am open to suggestion.

Just don’t expect any of my time if you want to spread hate or intolerance. High school is over folks…and if you’re knee deep in it…it’ll pass.

With that said, “Hello and thanks for stoppin’ by.”

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