Diary of a MAD * FAT * WOMAN…..
Rants, Ramblings and General Diary of Juliana Wathen
Tsunamis start as small waves deep at sea caused by an underwater disturbance. They can begin unnoticed, just a ripple, but as they get closer to land and the water becomes more shallow the long wave builds upwards until it crashs into land wiping out everything in its path. This is the story of America
Without you …..I would not experience Faith Without you …..I wouldn’t be challenged to Trust Without you…..I would not strive to make the World a Better Place Without you…..I would not push myself to get to the Other Side Without you…..I would not experience Unconditional Love I would not be who I am today without
Yes….Valentines Day is quickly approaching or as one smug son of a bitch so eloquently dubbed it, “Singles Awareness Day”. Some of us are single by choice and others by circumstance but there are many people out there that go to great lengths and extreme measures to GUARD their heart. They have made a conscious
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There will come a day when I will go unseen and unknown. No forwarding address, no email or phone number. It is the fate of all that have come before me and the waiting legacy of all who come after me. Few have the chance to choose the when, where or how. And no one
One of the greatest assets we can possess is HOPE. Hope gives us the ability to move forward, to see ahead through the storm and on to clearer days and calmer seas. It tells us “we can” when others, including ourselves, say “we can’t”. Hope is that small seed that propels us into the future.
Sorry for the prolonged radio silence but things have been a bit chaotic. Two funerals for fathers of childhood friends in a 4 day period and my own father is barely hanging on. We take it day by day and moment by moment and know that things happen in God’s time not ours. I share
I love treats. All kinds of treats. I am treated on occasion to a glimpse of a beautiful woman. One I know well, quite intimately in fact. I don’t see her everyday. In fact, seeing her is as unpredictable as winning the Lottery. But it happens, when I least expect it. But always when
A friend asked me yesterday ” When am I going to stop missing my last relationship?” Boy, If I could tell you that I’d be a millionaire. But the question isn’t really when will you quit missing that person. And it’s not ” when will you meet someone new?”. It’s simpler than that. It’s: WHEN WILL YOU FEEL NORMAL
I have always hated the phrase “Fake it till you make it”. I’m usually a “feel it or forget it” kinda gal. But today, I woke up feeling puny and within the hour had busted a fever. An ice cold diet coke and my comfy couch was calling my name. Just when I had accepted
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