Thursday, July 31, 2008

It won't be long....

...before these puppies are beautiful ruby red. Yay! I love ripe summer tomatoes.
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Monday, July 21, 2008

Reflections on Vegas

So many good things to report from Sin City. Typically what happens in Vegas stays there, but not this time.

I was able to meet some great new people from around the world and reconnect with a few fabulous people, too. I guess that is always the most important thing about the BBW bash circuit -- the people. Some go to dance, to swim, to buy clothing, to get laid, to drink, etc. I just go to connect on some level with others who attend.

This year I was touched by a couple of beautiful individuals who let me know what a difference this site has made in their lives. One, an FA and the other, a BBW. Two completely different perspectives on how, through the years, this site has changed their personal views and even changed their lives. I was, and am, very, very moved. Thank you for letting me know. I'm ever so grateful and I think I failed miserably in trying to convey this to them at the Bash. Thank you, thank you. You give me strength and purpose to continue.

To my friends with whom I reconnected, I'm so glad I had the opportunity to see you in the flesh again. No matter how much time I had with each of you, it really wasn't enough. It never is. I wish you could all move a bit closer so that we could get together more often. Seriously. Salt Lake City....consider it, please?!

The BBWNetwork bash hotel was always abuzz with bustling bbws. There's such a sweet feeling knowing you're not the only fat person in the pool, casino, restaurant, or hotel. So many other fat bodies to oogle and admire. I always appreciate that.

Gamble, Gamble! I won 400 on a penny machine at the Tuscany on the first night of gambling. One the third night, I won another 300 on the very same machine. Glinda, the good witch was very, very nice to me. I wish I had clicked my heels and left Vegas before I was able to gamble most of that away! Note to self -- do not win early in a Vegas trip. Win only on the last day. It makes gambling much more fun that way. Oh, and while I'm at the noting, please remember to wear sun screen when spending hours and hours chatting in the pool. Thank you.

I didn't spend my entire Vegas trip at the temporary fat mecca of the Tuscany. Only about half was spent there. After I left the bash, I headed to the Palace Station to stay -- comp nights -- can't beat the price! It's funny leaving the ~safety~ of the bash hotel for another hotel. Suddenly, I was one of the fattest around. I captured the eyes of non-admirers and it made me suddenly self-conscious. Luckily, there is this casino maintenance guy that is there every time we've been there. It's sooo obvious he digs me and the other fatter patrons. He's a gentle reminder that you never know where an FA may turn up (note to the single women!!)

Fat friendliness was all over Vegas this trip. We stopped at a rock shop on Flamingo, I believe. The attendant was completely flirtatious with his questioning. Funny, too, he would stop asking questions every time Ivan would come around me. Too fun!

Finally, just before we got in the car to head home, one last bathroom stop at the Palace Station. I was doing my thang and I got a couple of texts from the fam back in Salt Lake, so I was taking a little while to respond. Upon leaving the stall, I see this average size, blonde woman staring at me. I do my "kinda smile" and walk towards the sink. She looks at me and says, "I don't know if this is appropriate or not, but I just wanted to tell you..."

I thought, "Oh gawd, she's going to try to sell me on a weight loss program."

She continues, "I just wanted to tell you that I think you're beautiful and that you should never believe it if anyone tells you otherwise. I know it seems odd, and probably not appropriate but I just had to tell you, just don't believe them."

Blow me over with a feather. I did not see this coming. She seemed really kind of nervous. The kind of nervous when you tell someone that you have always been in love with them, or the kind of nervous when you ask someone out. Now, it does strike me as odd that she was watching my stall while I was texting -- I'm sure she wondered what takes someone so long?! Aside from that, it was a fabulous encounter. I thanked her and told her it wasn't inappropriate. Who doesn't like to hear they're beautiful in someone's eyes?!

As I left the casino, I saw her again, with a young man about her age and I thanked her again. What a great way to end the trip to Vegas.

Monday, July 14, 2008


I'm off to vacate my body and brain by heading to the BBWnetwork Bash in Las Vegas. I'll be there for a few days and then spend the rest of the time vacating in other parts of Vegas. I expect that I will Twitter from time to time and maybe even blog, but probably not anything significant. I hope ya'll have a great time!

Attached to this post -- a beautiful desert bloom called Antelope Horn. Ivan captured this shot while down near Fillmore, Utah. Kinda purty, eh?
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Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Dial The Wrong Number?

Note to all wayward dialers: when reaching an answering machine of
unknown origin, do NOT leave your credit card info.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

I'm a little bit purple

I'm not a huge purple afficianado. I mean as color it's quite nice and it's in the rainbow, so how bad can it be? Suffice it to say, I'm not a purple obsessee. What I do like is lavender. The lavender in the garden is starting to bloom and it made me think, "HUH...I'm downright taken with the scent." You see, much of my toiletries are scented with lavender and by default they're bespeckled with purple. My shampoo. My bath soap -- Ivory now has a lavender scented variety and ME LOVES IT. It's not quite as pure as the regular scent, but heck, I'll give up my purity (he!) for a fresh lavender scent. My body lotion. My deodorant. And, last but not least, my shavers. Yes, for some reason the brains-that-be at ye olde Bic's plastic wares plant thought it was important to scent women's shavers with lavender. Methinks the idea came from a woman with a hairy lip. While shaving your legs or your pits there's very little chance you'll catch a sweet whiff of the shaver's handle...but under your can smell it! How sweet it is!