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Just Me - AmeliaJake, The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse

Big Fat Fabulous Life

No, not mine, not my life. My life is temporarily in the dumps as I find myself watching the WhitneyThore reality show? Why am I doing this? I have no idea. I actually raked some leaves today, went upstairs and gathered up two big bags of stuff to throw away and sort of vacuumed. I mean I actually moved today and was feeling like “Well, hey, lets just pretend youth is still here.”

And now I have turned on this crummy show and I am paying it some attention. And the worse news: there’s an announcement that “I am Jazz” is coming on next. Now if I want to find out anything about Jazz, I want graphic, education facts – not some reference to “bottom” surgery. Remember when that type of surgery meant hemorrhoids? Gosh darn it, I spelled that correctly and the computer keeps redlining it. Maybe it just doesn’t feel AmeliaJake ought to talk about piles. Oh, groan.

Let us hope this is a low point in my mindset and not the slide into a “Say Yes to the Dress” marathon.

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Not a wool sweater day

Last week we had 3-4 straight days of snow, including a “firehose” Lake Michigan effect day. The lows got not like last winter, but down to 13 and it supposedly it felt colder. Now today, it is over 50 and I wore a wool sweater to the grocery. By the time I got home I was roasting. I realize this is a boring little bit of sharing, but I realized that being too warm is claustrophobic; I had to fight the urge to pull over and pull take my sweater off. Ah, that didn’t make things less boring.

I believe Krogers miscalculated the amount of premium tuna salad they would sell with Catholics giving up meat for Lent; there were about 10 containers of the stuff at half price. I bought two. That, with 35 calorie a slice bread, ain’t too bad.

I am writing about nothing, nothing. I know that; you do too.

Just Me - AmeliaJake, The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse

Busy schedules

I don’t have a busy schedule; I don’t go to many events; I don’t attend book signings or Let me Share my Experience talks. So, some might think me a pancake. But I believe I think about a lot of things, read a lot of things, research a lot of things and argue with myself about a lot of things. I like to think that I am defined by what is in me, not by the events around me – that I shape myself, rather than fads and phases and bandwagon movements shape me.

Well, I wish I’d used another expression than “shape me” because that reminded me of my plumpness. I don’t like to feed my awareness of plumpness. Oh, I should have warned about a bad, awful pun coming up. Sorry. I suppose plumpness does depend on what is in me, but what is in me comes from without. So this is a nonsense paragraph birthed by my disgust at my shape – that is, eating.

Just Me - AmeliaJake, The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse

Somebody to Love- Sex and Disability

This is a show from 2017 about people with mental and physical disabilities. It was hard to watch because I felt so bad for those people who had no problems with cognitive matters but were paralyzed or contorted form Cerebral Palsy. And then I felt myself feeling scared about those people who had Down’s Syndrome because I started thinking about the difference between me and a genius. I must seem the R-word to them and it upsets me that I can’t understand some things. All these thoughts seemed wrong and I reached the point of a mini-panic of not wanting to think about this anymore.

So, no apologies, I have to find something else to think about, but I am having trouble shaking the unsettling feeling that the show elicited from me. I almost feel like running and running and running until brain hormones alter my mood. I feel I need the sense of running away from this.

Life is not always easy. It is supposed to be what you make of it, how you look at it, and all those things so worthy of post-it notes on your mirror. Yet, the ingredients are in your genes, in fate . . . and Heaven knows what.

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So, I missed yesterday

Yes, I wasn’t here yesterday. I didn’t think it would be wise (or maybe I forgot). I had stated that we didn’t talk politics here and I’m not going to. BUT, yesterday, I was so pissed at the people who get on Facebook and talk politics in a low class, third-rate manner. I read through some comments on a post and as I scrolled, one person called another a “stupid bitch” and the other replied with a “Kiss my Ass.”

And that was only the start of it. Jeez. To sort of quote Bette Davis, This year is going to be a bumpy ride.

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No bread making today

So, the domestic, kitchen phase has probably passed. I mean it was really old-school: Put water in the bread pan, oil, salt, sugar, floor, and then make a hole and add yeast. Lift the pan and put it into the white machine and press the Express button and then the start button. Phew. Perhaps I will enter an air fryer phase. Insta-Pot? I don’t know; it’s a pressure type thing and I can see it going KABOOM.

Ah, that reminds me I have always wanted to lean out a second story window and lower a frozen turkey into an outdoor oil fryer and watch it explode. Well, not really, I wouldn’t do that. I just like to see the image in my head of me leaning out with a turkey on a rope.et

It will take a while for me to get used to blog expressing again. Right now, I am going to have to guard against careless confession.

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Comments? You got comments?

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Cripe, I leave the place for a while and vandals get in (or out) and things change. I have always had comments on, but somehow they were turned off. I have been looking for a specific box about comments and have not found a simple little one to check.

I have some simple entertainment right now; I am watching the UPS truck on a GPS map get nearer to my house. It has a copy of my marriage certificate so that I can go in and get a REAL ID that shows I am an American citizen. I am an un-hyphenated American, well, if you don’t count the one I just used. Once when my younger son was in fourth grade, he came home and said they were studying Ellis Island and he needed to know where his “old country” was. It was a question that took me totally by surprise. I kept telling him he was an American but that didn’t cut it with the teacher. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

Woo-Hoo. The UPS truck is behind the old Wal-Mart. I feel sort of stupid doing this . . . so maybe I’ll pretend I’m a derring-do WWII secret agent monitoring enemy movement. ooOf course, war is not a good thing, but just think about how many movies wouldn’t have been made if GPS had been in the forties.

And that reminds me, I want to see Five Graves to Cairo again; it’s on my bucket list.

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Dusting off the jukebox

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Yeah, yeah, I know it’s old school but it’s fun to flip through the choices. I like it now that I’m here pretty much by myself because I can pick a song and play it over and over and over and over and no one complains. Foo gives me a look, but then she sighs and puts on her earphones and starts bopping to her own tune. I have no idea what she is listening to in her cute little earphones, but her head shakes and dance moves are entertaining.

I just starting thinking about it being an election year – a contentious one, to say the very least. We don’t talk politics in this joint; when one walks in and hears the screen door slam behind them in the summer or the warmth of the Franklin Stove draw them closer in winter, one finds a respite zone.

Oh, Joe Biden. Yes. We are not on the fence about that BOZO. We admit it. We celebrate it.

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I have no other place to go.

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Well, I’m back and I am hoping that it is not for just a day or so. It’s not that I have been lost, but that I have accepted the fact that I just don’t belong in the world of “nice people who hand out MEMES OF GOODNESS and ride on bandwagons heading toward Utopia.”

No one is really here but me, and that’s okay. I mean, really, who wants to get naked in front of a window, especially if they are overweight. It’s more graphic than overweight; that description just expands you sort of evenly. My overweightness is in the form of pooches and bulges that sometimes rub together. Yes, look no more into your imagination; it might get too vivid.

Other than that, I’m okay. I’m unlocking this place and moving into the upstairs living quarters in The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. Foo is re-opening the FooBar and has I’m looking to hire a fellow to man the grill and serve up tasty sandwiches and sides. So far, I’ve got an applicationf from this blond-going-grey guy with the initials G.R. He might be just the ticket.