Where to begin with this one....The "fat' anchor woman.

Exactly what the title says... Where to begin??? I have several opinions on this one. I also believe in full discloser.

Here it goes. I weigh more than I want to weigh. I have ALWAYS struggled with my weight. I am 5'1 and  when I gain 5 lbs it looks like 30lbs. And... To make matters worse I gain weight in my stomach. So, I get the "are you pregnant?" It use to bother me when I was under the age of 30. Now I just say "No, weigh gain, my friend". I am also on and off the diet/exercise wagon, Always. Currently, I am off the wagon and not happy with myself for it. It's okay. It is something that I have learned to live with. I do not like it about myself but it could absolutely be worse, i.e. I could be hiding bodies in my yard ??... Yeah I went there.


Against all the advice I received when I was pregnant, I did exactly as I pleased. I ate all I wanted when I wanted and if it was loaded with sugar even better. I thought some how the weight would slide off and my newborn would weigh 60 lbs. I am not sure why I was so insane? hormones? I guess? I always struggled with my weight so I don't know why I thought I wouldn't struggle with weight after giving birth.


I so identify with Jessica Simpson. I never thought I would say that. I wish I could identify with her due to her wealth, beauty, and singing voice, and her ummmmm acting? BUT NO!!! Her Weight! I identify with her with her weight struggle. And certainly, how she looked at the end of her pregnancy. I lack motivation at times and I allow everything to get in the way of my making the right choices.But this is life. When I waddled into the hospital to give birth I weighted 205 lbs. No, I did not give birth to the world's first 60 lbs. newborn baby like I thought. I came home with my fat butt and little baby. Three years later, I am at the weight I was before pregnancy. BUT, I was at my highest weight when I got pregnant and still haven't dedicated myself to getting where I need to be. I like the rest of the world have good days, thinner days, fatter days, and days where I need to not be bothered and left alone.


This brings me to the point of what the insensitive dude said to the anchor lady. 1. NO one should every comment about someone's weight. 2, A MAN should NEVER EVER NEVER EVER comment about a women's weight.. even if it's a compliment it just should never happen 3. A MAN or anyone should NEVER put anything in writing about a Woman's Weight, NEVER EVER 4.A MAN should NEVER EVER write an email about a Woman's Weight especially if she is the anchor lady of the local news. 5. The anchor woman should NEVER EVER publicly respond to an email sent to her privately. 6. Sure, Anchor Lady, respond if you wish, but privately. To be honest, I wouldn't respond at all. I wouldn't want the insensitive dude to think it bothered me that he thought I was fat. 7. Anchor Lady- YOU have to learn that sometimes you just don't need to fight back, just let it BE. Yes, I know it is hard and it it easier said then done. BUT this is why...


The insensitive dude will be a victim of Karma just give it a little time. NO decent lady will EVER date him. All she has to do is "google insensitive, jerk, misinformed, misguided, any random offensive word" and his face will pop up... So... Anchor Lady... MOVE ON.. LET IT BE.. Your Friend, a Fatty Herself... This is My Blog of the Day, With Love, Bamaslammer

My Virgin Dog...

Yes, this is my topic of my blog today. My Virgin Dog. Actually, It should say " My Virgin Dog was Raped by Your Non Virgin Dog"..Ugg... A day in the life of a special education teacher. This is what came up when I returned a parent phone call today. You just never know what you are going to talk about or how the conversation will turn out. Today's conversation ended with that statement "My Virgin Dog was Raped". I called the parent hoping to discuss student progress or lack there of student progress. The conversation quickly changed to a discussion about dog rapes. Soooo bizarre. But to be quiet honest, I am so use to the topic of conversation being odd it really didn't shock me so much. A co worker of mine couldn't figure out how the dog broke in and raped the virgin dog. He said "So, the dog opened the door and came in the porch and opened the door and let himself back out?" I said, "No, not exactly, Dude... she lives in a trailer with a screened in porch. The dog tore the screen and got the dog." "How did that happen?" he said... "listen it is a trailer not a screened in porch in a nice neighborhood. It is a trailer quiet a different story." Did I mention he is NOT from the South....We know how these things work around here..:) The parent also stated that she worked in every restaurant in South Georgia and where I needed to eat and where I didn't need to eat, I appreciate her concern for my health. She gave me a list of the cleanest places to eat from one to ten, because she has worked at them all. I have so many stories and so little time. This is my short blog of the day. With Love, Bamaslammer...

Missing You...Plain and Simple

I haven't posted in a lonnnng time. This little 3 year old that I have running around keeps me busy. If you are my friend on Facebook then you read my post yesterday and know how I am feeling in the wake of the upcoming election. I miss my dad. Plain and Simple. My father loved Politics. He always had an opinion and loved to share his opinion with anyone who listened or pretended to listen. My father passed away to heaven 2 years ago. I miss him now more than I ever have. I miss his smile, laugh, and all of his opinions. His opinions at times I thought were crazy. Now, that I am an adult I realize how smart he really was and how much I should have listened to him. My father wasn't always present when I was a young child. He was always working to provide for our family. I think he always knew how sick he would become in the future and saved his money so he could retire early. As a teenager, I never got it but I certainly get it now. I always thought he was trying to kill me by making me work and pay bills. Now I know that has made me trustworthy, dependable, and frugal... Yes, frugal.. When he passed my mom was able to move on with her life and not have to worry about the everyday hassles that the rest of us worry about. What a good man he was. I grew closer to my father as an adult. But certainly not as close to him as I wish I had become. I do think that is a normal feeling after a death. I have so many questions that I wish I could ask him now. I ache for a conversation with him. Just to hear his voice.... He was a man of pride and always did what was right and really stressed that to his children. My dad's honesty at times was brutal and I am finding that mine is too at times. My father was a real southern gentleman. Although growing up, I seen him as tough, a workaholic, and a man of no compassion. As an adult, I see him completely differently. I see a good hanrdworking man who was sick more than he was well in his life. Ohh how I miss him.. I have cried more this week than I have in years including his funeral. I think I am finally realizing how final death is... He is not coming back. Not today not tomorrow not ever. My heartaches because my daughter will never know the true love of a grandfather or a father at this point. I do see my father in my dreams at times and it does provide a comfort to me. My father is with God and the Angels and I am comforted by the thought but certainly not healed. The world doesn't stop for my broken heart... With Love, BamaSlammer

Weight Watchers..What a Bi*c*!

Yeah you heard me! Weight Watchers What a B*tc*! Yes I started the program again today. I really hate it! I became inspired again watching Jennifer Hudson last night on 20/20.. I also became inspired by the thought of putting my big fat butt in a bathing suit! Yuk and Gross! Inspiration came again when I went to the dr and had to put my butt on the scale. Yes, I fought about it. I didnt win. I told the lady I really didnt need to get on the scale. I was just fine with giving her an estimate of my weight. She kindly replied, "It is between me and the dr." I said, "I dont want him to know, he weights 120 lbs soaking wet." No humor was found in that statement except by me. The biggest inspiration is my "work-husband" we share a classroom and he is making great progress on the Adkins Diet. I cant let him get away with that! I must steal his thunder! I am always giving him a hard time he cant completely defeat me with his weight loss.

I do think Weight Watchers is a good program. They make it quite easy with the tracking. The rest is up to you.I remember the old days when you had to write everything down. That wasnt fun and it was certainly hard to keep up with. My friend Harris asked me to join the program the other day. I said "What- you think I am fat?, I am going to cry." Harris wants to go to meetings. I prefer to work the program on line. It can be difficult for me with a little one to get to the meetings and it certainly is hard to plan. So wish me luck and I am sure you will get to read about my day to day drama with the weight watchers plan.. I know you cant wait for the post! :) lol

I will gladly give you my address if someone can send me some phen-phen...
With Love, Bamaslammer

Tribute to my Dad...

I wrote and read a tribute to my father at his funeral. It was by far the hardest thing I have ever had to do but I felt strongly that someone who knew him well needed to speak. I miss him so much!!! I felt I captured some of my father. No matter how much time you have it is short... I know he is with me when he was dying in the hospital I asked God to have Dad be Ava Kate's guardian Angel. I know he is watching her sleep now..

There are many things my father loved. He loved chocolate, candy, his wife, grandchildren, cousin Sherry’s potato soup, George Bush, and Auburn Football. Tim and I, his children, we have always known that we fall somewhere in between candy and George Bush. We are still not sure where.

Daddy loved many things you might not know about he loved saving money, starting fires, fishing, moving , and the Republican Party. My dad’s motto through life has always been “it is not how much you make it is how much you save”. He reminded us of this every time we discussed spending money on anything whether it be a car, groceries, gas, or stopping at the store to buy a coke for $1.25..because we have coke at the house and if we don’t you are not going to die of thirst anyway. Dad certainly reminded me of this statement anytime I would call and ask for a “loan”.After he would state his motto to me, “it is not how much you make it is how much you save “he would then work out a payment plan and tell me how lucky I am he is not charging me interest. He would also say where is the other money you owe me. The $97.92 you borrowed on July 17,2003 when are you going to give me the money you owe me. He kept excellent records. Any bank would love to have him in charge of their loan department. My dad could tell Dave Ramsey a thing or two about saving money.
Dad also had a strong desire to be a fireman or so rethink by how often he started fires. He loved hardwork and even on the weekends he worked in the yard or in the house. He is truly the hardest working man I knew. He mowed, burned brush, planted and harvested the garden and completed many more chores. He and his brother “Hood” would gather up the brush and set a small fire to burn the brush. The small brush fire turned into a big woods fire and a call being placed to 911. This occurred over the course of several years and became the prime entertainment of our sleepy neighborhood.

Dad also loved fishing. To be honest he did not like fishing with me. But I loved fishing with him. I would beg and beg him to take me fishing. Being the good father that he was he finally took my mom, my brother, and myself fishing. We had a wonderful family day out on the boat until he said it was time to clean the fish. I being young and not knowing what “cleaning the fish” was about I excitedly volunteered to give them a bath. He told me that I misunderstood what “cleaning the fish” meant and he started chopping the

fish heads off of their bodies. I started screaming and crying and he never took me fishing again, ever not even as an adult.

Dad also threaten to disown me once only once to my knowledge. My dad loves Politics, Fox News, and he is extremely loyal to the Republican Party. I made the decision as an 18 year to cast my vote for Bill Clinton. I proudly told dad who I voted for and he quickly replied that he didn’t know where he went wrong as a parent, he has been a card carrying Republican all of his life and he somehow managed to raise not one but two liberal democrats, I knew then that my brother had made the same mistake I made. But the funny thing is that my brother and I are far from liberal democrats but in our dad’s eye one vote cast for democrat makes us one.

Dad has always been extremely supportive of any ideas my brother and I came up with. When I went to interview for a teaching job in Georgia dad drove me there. But it could have meant that he wanted me out of his house that bad he was willing to drive me wherever I wanted to go no matter how far. I cant count the times he helped me move. My big move to Florida ten years ago was the last big move he assisted me with. My mom and I could tell the move was hard on him. As I was moving he pointed to a moving truck passing by and said the next time you move “Two Men and a Truck “ will move you and I wont be one of the two men.

Those of you that knew my dad well knew how tough he was on the outside but how sweet and kind he was on the inside. He was a homebody that is for sure but he loved people and his pets. Dad loved his grandchildren and truly wanted to provide them with absolutely everything on earth. I remember when my brother came home with his children to visit and there was a shiny go cart in the drive way. I will never forget one time when he called me and told me he was going to buy my one year old daughter a cell phone. I asked him why would a one year old need a cell phone, he replied because “She will have a direct phone line to me when she wants something”. Dad always enjoyed phone calls from people checking on him and people dropping by to visit him. He went through a rough battle but he never complained. We always told him he had nine lives, he fought so hard to the end but he never gave up and would always come back fighting harder than before. Dad was willing to take whatever pain he had to to get well. Dad did not attend church but he lived it through his actions. To this day I have never heard him say an unkind word about others well except for Politicians but that is

for another day. We will truly miss our dad, husband,granddad,brother,cousin, uncle, and friend. But we have certainly learned a lot from him even when you are facing the toughest battle do so with grace and pride. We already miss our dad so much. I have already thought about calling him to ask him something at least a thousand times a day since he has passed. We his family have been truly over whelmed by the kind words and actions of our friends and family. We greatly appreciate everyone’s support.

It's online!

I am in the middle of writing a flaming email to the Government.....I know it will not get me anywhere but it will make me feel better...I now know why A) there is security at the social security office and B) why people blow up government buildings... I am having a bad day, Charlie Brown....

The lady in the photo is not the "helpful lady".... The lady in the photo actually looks helpful...

Good Afternoon,
I visited the Social Security Office in Gadsden, Alabama on Friday December 17,2010 at 2:30. My father has just passed away and I am helping my mother with the SSI benefits she is to receive due to his death. I have never had to visit the SSI office before and I have NEVER in my life been treated so unprofessionally by anyone. The lady who called my number did not have a name tag, did not greet me, did not look at me and most certainly did not tell me her name. I asked her politely what forms I needed to fill out and if she could give me the application. She told me they were "online" and I would have to submit them there. I informed her that I am at my parent's home and they are unable to print any type of forms. I would like a hard copy of the application to take home for my mom to fill out and we can bring it back with all the information that is requested by your office. She told me she couldn't print an application. I proceeded to ask her if she could give me a hard copy of the list of all the information we needed to bring with us to make sure we have everything for our next visit. She proceeded to tell me it was "online". I then asked if I could make an appointment she asked me if I had my mother's social security card number with me. I said no, my intention today was not to apply for benefits. It was only to gather the information that I needed to give to my mother so we could have everything since we have to drive to the SSI office from 45 minutes away. I was denied an appointment for Monday because I did not have my mother's SSI number. I am now on your website looking for the correct form I need to fill out. I find it appalling that someone who represents your office would treat anyone that way muchless someone who has just lost a family member. If everything is "online" then why do you have a new office in Gadsden? I need help and continue to need help which is what your employee should have done...Helped me.. I would have been satisfied with a simple form number.All she would have had to say to me is to "go online and look for Form Number SS52, fill out and submit". I would have left a happy person and would have already submitted the Form and not be up writing you this email. The office and the lady that "helped" me seem to be a big waste of tax payer money. Especially, if others are being treated in manner in which I was treated. It doesn't appear the office will be there very long. Others such as myself will search for another SSI office that are actually interested in helping others or just doing their job. Good Luck with the Gadsden office and I hope the "lady" does not represent all of your employees. If this "helpful lady" does then I would suggest while the economy is in a downturn find someone who would be grateful for a job and who knows more than one word "online"
Bamaslammer 256-555-5555 P/S I am still looking for the form and would like an appointment....Thank you

She Bad....

She Bad... that comes from one of the guidance folks that I work with. Sometimes we have no explanation for how kids behave except to say. "She Bad".There is no disability really noted. She is just Bad! It makes me laugh everytime I hear that or say that about a student. I can laugh a little because I am not responsible for teaching the child. I can talk to the child and attempt to guide them in the right direction but you can imagine how that goes...

I have started using the term at home with my own child. I have no explanation of why she does the things she does except that you cant fight genetics. I find myself saying daily "She Bad" I cant explain why when I pop her on the hand or on the bottom it doesnt phase her one bit. She continues with one of the following actions; digging in the litter box, dumping chips in the floor, grabbing my cup and pouring the liquid in the floor, tearing up paper and leaving it all over the floor, grabbing the cat by the fur, tail, ear whatever is available, kicking the cat out of the chair or off the couch, kicking the person changing her diaper and running around the house naked, grabbing clean clothes off of the table and mopping the floor with them, slamming the door and closing herself into a room and screaming at the top of her lungs until you rescue her, taking her out of the car and she makes a break for it and runs into the street, throwing every bathtub toy out of the tub, draining the tub and crying about it, pooping in the tub, throwing my shoes in the litter box or outside.. the list goes on and on... Most of these things happen within an hour. People wonder why I am tired all the time.. come see my sweet pea in action... I love her and I am glad I have an interesting child that keeps me on my toes even though "She Bad".. This is my blog of the day. With Love, Bamaslammer