bookmark_borderWhy is my head so fat?

A quick Google search told me that Bliss’s Fat Girl  products are not part of a new line, but I don’t go into Sephora very often, so it’s new to me.fat-girl

Now I have not read any peer-reviewed studies on the efficacy of fat-slimming products, but my guess is that they only work in combination with a rigorous diet and exercise plan — and that the plan would work equally well without the addition of the “creamy magical thinking in a jar” Bliss is selling.

No body shaming — big heads included


I’m not going to write about body shaming. That topic has been covered by many people smarter than me.

If I think about it — and frankly I don’t think about it often — the only part of my body that I’d like to shrink is my head. That way I could get my Thomas & Friends hat to fit.

bookmark_borderHeaven’s just a place on earth?

A few months ago, I was chatting with my loved one about some of the things we remember from childhood and I shared a few memories of the bible stories we had kicking around my house when I was a kid. You know, the ones with pictures of people leaping out of graves? No, not like this. I wasn’t read zombie stories…

The images I recalled were of ecstatically happy (and not at all undead looking) people literally jumping out of the ground in the cemetery — which I realize would be hard for most of you to imagine. So I decided to see if any of the drawings were online.

Alas, I could not find any with people actually coming out of graves —  I guess the Jehovah’s Witnesses scrapped that scary stuff. All I could find was drawing of people looking really, really happy in cemeteries. The resurrection business is now merely implied.

No, I am not kidding. All from the Watchtower.

The other drawings I remembered were of the earthly paradise — where people (well, only the good ones) lived in peace and harmony — not just with each other, but with animals, too. All kinds of animals.

Ah, paradise.

There were lots of pictures of Armageddon online, though. Got to make sure the faithful know what’s coming.

You can run, but you can’t hide.

Aside: I’m not a Jehovah’s Witness (obviously) and nor have I ever practiced the faith, but they did figure rather prominently in my childhood.