"Talk of the Town"

Such a drag to want something sometime
One thing leads to another I know
Was a time wanted you for mine
Nobody knew
You arrived like a day
And passed like a cloud
I made a wish, I said it out loud
Out loud in a crowd
Everybody heard
'twas the talk of the town

It's not my place to know what you feel
I'd like to know but why should i?
Who were you then, who are you now?
Common labourer by night, by day highbrow
Back in my room I wonder, then i
Sit on the bed, look at the sky
Up in the sky
Clouds rearrange
Like the talk of the town

Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday
Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday
You've changed your place in this world
You've changed your place in this world

Oh but it's hard to live by the rules
I never could and still never do
The rules and such never bothered you
You call the shots and they follow
I watch you still from a distance then go
Back to my room, you never know
I want you, I want you but now
Who's the talk of the town?

Dear Idiot on You Tube,

Thank you for your comment on a video about my Christmas decor pet peeves from two years ago.  You're right, I am fat.  I may also be a bitch, that is certainly up for discussion, but really, thanks for the fat insult. 

Is that the worst thing you could come up with?  I'm fat.  Do you think I don't know that?  I've been heavy for most of my life.  Do you think I haven't been called that before?  Do you think I look in the mirror everyday and see Kate Moss?  No, I see a fat woman who has it going on.  I may be fat, but I have a brain, sass, wit, and more style than most skinny bitches I know.

And the bitch thing — I figured out years ago that any woman with an opinion will be called a bitch.  I have plenty of opinions; my rant on Christmas decor is only one of them. 

So, if you want to insult me you're going to have to do better than "fat bitch."    

Sincerely, 
Kerry Faler 

P.S.  You spelled "you're" wrong.  You meant "you're" as in the contraction for "you are" not "your."  I wouldn't expect you to know that because you're a small-minded idiot.

My middle child thinks purple is a neutral.

My favorite color is houndstooth.

I'm becoming more and more like Ouiser from Steel Magnolias everyday. 

There are things on my grocery list I've never purchased before because I'm brining the turkey this year.  I'm looking forward to using allspice berries.

To brine the turkey I have to find a 5 gallon bucket.  This may be a good time to tell y'all I'm not so swift when it comes to numbers, so I have no idea how big a 5 gallon bucket is or if I have one.  I should probably look into this.

Our letter carrier delivered approximately 42 million catalogs to my house last week.  

My oldest daughter planted corn in my flower bed in front of the house.  She says she planted a kernel.  It is now a six inch tall plant.  I didn't think you could plant just plant a kernel.  

I needed to refresh my memory as to what I need to make my sweet potato pies next week.  I keep my grandmother's sweet potato pie recipe in my email inbox.  I don't care if that's weird.

For the record, sweet potato pie is my favorite pie.  

I hate meringue.  

My mother is coming tomorrow.  Add me to the prayer chain.

The kids are home all week.  Add me to your Mammaw's prayer chain too.

I've lost 30something pounds this year.  This is not tooting any sort of horn; it's that now I'm in this weird stage where my pants are too big, but I don't want to buy new pants yet.  I had a brilliant idea for Diet Pants® that would have the same elastic and buttons on the inside waistband like the kids' pants, but this wouldn't help for the actual fit of the pants.  It may be back to the drawing board for Diet Pants®.  

I should be cleaning something.

For you readers in far away lands like Croatia and the Netherlands, how does this blog translate?  I'm curious.

I bought new drinking glasses today.  I'm never content with the glasses in stores, so I settled on all-purpose pint glasses.  I wish we had a Crate and Barrel here, that's where I found my cow juice glasses that I love so much.  

I could live in a Crate and Barrel.  

I just spent 20 minutes on the phone with AT&T.  They were charging us for roadside assistance and some kind of map service.  We never ordered that.  

Washing slipcovers isn't that fun.

I got a new scale today.  My son asked if he could bring it outside.  Weirdo.

Domesticity will be the death of me.

Thanksgiving is in 4 days.  I am thankful for medication.

Oh, how I love the pink patent Sperrys.