I feel like a long-lost drunkard who has somehow stumbled back into their home. It's been such a long time! I bet you all forgot me.

Where have I been you ask? Nowhere really. I don't even recall what was going on the last time I posted. I see that my whore has continued to post sporadically, and that does me proud. heh. Good job my trollup.

Now then.... new things in my life. Lesse... I'm still in school. I've successfully finished 2 medical terminology courses and 1 medical coding course thus far... and I'm proud to say that I finished at the top of the class each time with 100 averages. And no, I'm not lying. I busted my ass!! heh.

I'm still involved in my TOPS group (the support group for fat folks - although I've also neglected my Fat Chat blog for those who happened to wander over there). Actually a small group of us (5 to be exact... including myself and my Mother) left the old group and started our own. Our first official meeting is next Thursday... Cinco de mayo!! Yep, we planned it that way being the macabe fuckers we are. I'm really looking forward to it though, and I'll officially be the secretary and weight recorder person. Fun fun! But it's been good; so far I'm down about 52 lbs and steadily going down in spite of the few bumps and roadblocks I've hit.

The only other exciting thing that's happened lately is that I went fishing yesterday. Yes my friends, I went fishing..... and caught a fooking fish with no bait. How you like that??? See, we wanted to stop and get some live bait. Nothing says yummy like live wigglers in the tummy; but no stores were open. So we were stuck using the lil pack of dried wax worms that we had bought at Wally world. They sucked. Don't ever use them; not a damn thing even nibbled. But oddly enough, not even three minutes after we got there I threw out my line and it landed flat in the middle of a big lilly pad. PLOP!

"Shit," I exclaimed, and preceeded to reel my line back in. Much to my dismay the worm was gone after being torn off in the weeds. So I drop the line back into the water so I could hold the pole with only one hand while fishing out another dried giganto maggot with the other. Got the worm in hand; check. Raise the fishing line with no bait out of the water so I can bait it; che..... WHAT THE FUCK? There's a baby bass on my hook about 5 inches long. At this point I'm not believing it. I can only assume that 'the juicy' of the worm was still on the hook and he went for it. That, or either someone had dumped a large package of acid in the water and lil bass buddy was on a groovy trip. It was the only catch of the day. *sigh*

Next time I'm fishing with no bait. Why mess with success???

And because I've rambled on about fishing and my whore posted not long ago about being in the south with us country hicks.... here's a nice little shot I took just this past weekend while out hunting for fishin spots. You know you're in the south when.................

Yard Art - Southern Style

PS... I missed you crazy bitches!!!