At my job, I have been to many residences that have feces, both human and animal, on the floor.  I have seen interior rooms filled with flies and trash bags covered in maggots.  I have walked through apartments with cockroaches.  I have executed search warrants in substandard living conditions where children reside.  I have interviewed people in their kitchens and observed rotten food on the counter.  I have walked through death scenes where I have climbed over piles of accumulated stuff and it was necessary to move this accumulation just to get to the body.  I have been to places where a horrific stench was so strong that it lingered in my hair and clothing and followed me home at the end of the day.

You can try to paint a picture of these examples, but unless you experience it first hand, it is impossible to imagine.  I think over the years, these houses have gotten worse.  Not only are the living conditions terrible, they are falling apart.  Houses go unpainted to the appearance of abandonment.  Lawns go uncut and unkept.  Furniture is broken and unsafe.  Walls and floors are stained with years of grime.  Any type of cleaning is clearly nonexistent.

I understand that times are tough.  People are unemployed.  Families are on tight budgets.  I get that.  I am aware that many of the fixes can not get repaired due to financial reasons.  The minor fix its are not what I am talking about.  My examples are extremes.  Please do not cloud the two.  There is a clear distinction between an unclean house in need of repair and a hell hole.

Soap is not a luxury.  It is a necessity.  Bleach is an inexpensive disinfectant.  Feces belong in a toilet that will soon be flushed.  Food is for consumption and not to be made into a science experiment.  Collecting hundreds of pizza boxes is not a hobby.  And most cities and towns have free or inexpensive rubbish removal for the convenience of its residents.

My life is busy and hectic.  My husband and I are always running in two different directions.  I am guilty as charged of letting the laundry pile get too high, getting behind on the dusting, having some dirty dishes in my kitchen sink, or passing on the vacuuming when I just need to take a break.

What I can not seem to understand is why many people choose to live like this all of the time.  And I do believe living in filth IS a choice.  Being a slob is not an addiction or a disease.  If people do not clean up after themselves and do not rid their house of trash, they are choosing to live like a slob.  Not only will they be slobs, their children will also be slobs.  Laziness to clean and felling content in filth is a behavior learned from your parents.  Children will live what they learn.  Unsanitary means unhealthy, unclean, and is just plain wrong.

How do we break the cycle of slob?

Jared Leto was spotted out and about in Hollywierd. Jared doesn’t strike me as a snob but his style can definitely be categorized nicely in the Slob department.

soo Snob OR Slob ??

Ok, so we’ve all seen batman as a grownup: incredibly awesome and guaranteed box office GOLD. Batman as a kid would be boring: boohoo dead parents and all that. But what about batman as a TEEN?!
BOOMPOW!
Enter Gotham High,
Wait, what is that?
Is that success I smell a-brewin’?
Before I lay it all out, I’ll ease your mind by saying we already have a sequel in the works: Gotham University! (and a threequel: Gotham post-grad!)
Now, strap into your pampers because this movie is going to shit money. Literally.
Batman and Joker: two seniors in high school. They both have built their reputations or the past three years, and now they’re the top dawgs of Gotham High. This means one thing of course: RIVALRY!
They’re totally rivals!
We see them pass each other in the hall and Batman’s like “something smells poor. Joker must be nearby!” Then he and his snob friends chuckle and Batman’s monocle falls out of his face from laughing so hard and he almost spills his martini. Also Catwoman is his girlfriend and she’s the head cheerleader.
Then Joker punches him and the teacher, who is the Green Lantern, breaks them up and is like “superheroes aren’t supposed to fight! Get back to class you knuckleheads before I send you to principal Spiderman!” and they’re both like shrugging their shoulders and looking cool and like “whatever.” They both know mean old principal Spiderman is mad at them for always being rivals and tearing the school spirit in half instead of acting like the brothers they are. Also Catwoman is the joker’s girlfriend and she’s head of the spirit squad.
All of a sudden, this rivalry is about to explode!!! why?
Because Samantha Campbell is a new transfer student who just moved from New York out here to California to attend Gotham High School. And she is totally mind-blowingly hot! You’d better believe it!
So they’re in chemistry class throwing insult-notes at each other and then, in walks Samantha Campbell, and BAM! jaws=on floor. heads=turned.
Batman’s all like “you can sit here Samantha!” and joker’s like “i got you flowers Samantha!” and Batman’s like “you can wear my varsity jacket Samantha!” And the teacher, who is the Punisher is like “everyone settle down! There are two things I know about: Chemistry and punishing!”
so they all sit down, and Batman and Joker make angry eyes at each other so it’s clear to the audience that it’s ON!
So we see Joker at home and hes family’s all mean and his dad’s a gambler-drunk and he’s like “no one understands me!” and he runs into the yard and gets into his purple camaro and peels rubber outta there! Then we see Batman at home and his mom’s like “why don’t you buy her things? That’s how your father and I met.” and his dad’s like “she’s not good enough for you son. We need a family that’s fat with mutual funds and banking! I raised you better than this!” And Batman cries a single tear because he’s rich and rich people don’t know how to cry properly. Then he leaves on his harley, and puts on his leather jacket, which has a skull on the back (skulls are scarier than bats).
Then Batman pulls up to the red light and who should be there but the joker in his purple camaro. And they both look at each other all sad, and we can just tell that they used to be best friends because of family stuff. Then before they can be best friends again, or say a word, Samantha pulls up to the light in her daddy’s ferrari, which is candy red, like Samantha’s blonde hair, which is dyed black now to match the car. Batman sees her black hair and he winks at joker like she dyed it black to match his batman suit. Joker revs his engine and batman revs his motorbike and the light turns green and they’re off! We blast Sammy Hagar’s “Heavy Metal” as loud as the theatre speakers can go, BLASTO!
They race all through town, and Samantha is following to see which one will win her heart, and they both have gadgets in their vehicles like james bond, but the joker’s are all krappy like with duct tape and milk jugs, but they’re still powerful (he’s poor, but scrappy!).
This race signifies that snobs will always be versus slobs in life and teenagers should get used to it and find out who they really are inside, so it’s kind of a feel-good life lesson movie too.
Then they both crash into fireballs in the side of a building that ironically is owned by the evil Daredevil corporation.
And Iron Man comes out of the building in a tuxedo and he’s like “you’ll pay for this damage, you knuckleheads!”
They both look at Samantha, who is eating a popsicle, and they realize they can’t run away like cowards. It’s time to team up and fight together! So Batman uses his gadgets and Joker uses his laughing and they both are winning the fight against Iron Man, but then he turns into the HULK and says “it’s clobberin’ time!!!” they both get their noses bloodied, but after a sweet 45-minute cgi battle, they emerge victorious. They look at Samantha, but she is eating a banana with her throat and isn’t impressed with either of them yet.
So they look at each other and they’re like “i guess now it’s time to fight each other for her love.”
they are both bloody and broken-nosed and batman’s cape is all beat up and then professor Punisher shows up and he’s like Samantha, you’re causing all of this?!”
Samantha says “Mr. Punisher, I really need straight A’s if you catch my drift.” (the audience is like “Oh ho-HO! It’s an erection thing!)
and the Punisher and Samantha walk away arm in arm and Batman and Joker learn a valuable lesson about women and vow never to fight each other again. But then another hot girl comes into the screen (EVEN HOTTER than Samantha!!!), and she’s like “I’m Nadia, the new exchange student from Norway.” Then Batman and the Joker look at each other and make angry eyes and the credits roll as we kick in with ACDC’s “Back in Black”.

Showing up to her weekly appointment with her “contracted” husband, Beyawnce was spotted having dinner with Camel Toe in NYC where supposedly they left a $500 tip. I’m sure the nice tip was left behind so the waitress wouldn’t sell her story to the National Enquirer. ha ha ha

Anyways, Beyonce has admitted that she is a maja SLOB and this outfit that you see here confirms the obvious. Not only is Beyawnce a Slob she is a SNOB to the highest degree!

soo Snob OR Slob ??

Owen Birnbaum may be the smartest kid at the Martha Doxie School; he’s also the fattest kid in school, although he hasn’t always been that way. Something awful happened two years ago and that’s when everything changed for him and his sister. Being the fattest kid in school is not easy, especially when your evil-minded P.E. teacher has it out for you, and most of the other kids are just happy they’re not the ones on the teacher’s hit list. Enter Mason Ragg, a loner who just may be a diabolical criminal mastermind with the battle scars to prove it; the rumor going around school is that the new kid also carries a switchblade knife hidden in his sock. Like eveyone else in school, it seems that Mason Ragg has it out for the fat kid. He may even be the one who’s been stealing Owen’s oreos. And then there is that fateful day in gym class when Owen begins to see that Mason Ragg is not exactly what he seems to be. And you know what? Neither is Owen; the Martha Doxie School is in for a big surprise.

**You’ll have to read nearly to the end of the book to discover the significance of the title; and it may not be what you think.

The Guy Gay was still packing/unpacking from his move and The Divorcee & The Widow did what they often do when they aren’t quite sure what to do with themselves they went to Wal-mart and Wegmans.   The Divorcee and The Widow had been talking Cabbage Soup every since they had stuffed cabbage the week before and today seemed as good as any to try it out.  As with all things The Divorcee was improvising heavily when it came to the soup.  The basic plan for the soup revolved around a leftover veggie tray, chicken broth, cabbage and whatever else seemed like a good idea to throw in; it wasn’t until the pair was at the grocery store eying up the produce that they realized there was a verity of cabbages to choose from.   The Ladies weighed their options carefully and selected a lovely purple cabbage.     It was not until the soup was at full tilt and hour later that The Ladies realized two things 1. that the purple from the cabbage had not faded out as The Widow thought it might and 2. that lovely purple shade from the cabbage had spread to every other item in the soup: the potatoes, carrots, etc.   Despite the unconventional coloring of the soup  it ended up being so lovely that even The Gay Guy had to admit it tasted good enough for a full bowl and to save the leftovers.  The Widow made fresh bread and all were happy.

Now as The Gay Guy mentioned some time in the clean up it came to the attention of The Divorcee that the garbage disposal was not working, this was a problem for a few reasons not the least of which was it required her to stick her hand down into the clogged disposal and fish out bits of this and that in the hopes of fixing the issue.  It is also worth mentioning that this was a particularly unsavory job for The Divorcee who finds even the idea of washing dirty dishes to be a little tummy rolling.   After clearing out the gunk but still not being able to make the disposer run The Divorcee did what she always does an calls on The Widow for back up.  The Widow was really uninterested in getting involved in the project but after finishing her own soup she came into the kitchen to investigate.  The Widow came out from under the sink with a fun looking “tool” of some kind and said “I know that I some how use this to fix it… I think.”  The Divorcee suddenly remembered that she had watched something on This Old House about garbage disposals and suggested that tool may go into the bottom of the disposal unit somehow, it did not but it wasn’t a bad guess.   The Widow was in no mood to monkey around with the disposal unit but halfheartedly poked the tool around the unit looking for a place were it might meet up correctly with some hole, and emptied out the cabinet under the sink.  The Divorcee was concerned that this would turn out like the internet incident were The Widow would lose interest in the project due to lack of energy and low ranking on her list of things that were important leaving The Divorcee to be annoyed and unsettled for days, but this time The Divorcee choose to be proactive, she looked at The Gay Guy and said “let’s check the internet because we can’t be the only people who have no idea how to fix a broken garbage disposal!”  and the two rushed to the computer.    They went to google.com and searched “clogged garbage disposal”  and as she scrolled through the list of possible DIY sites The Divorcee choose a video tutorial that came to them from youtube.com  The video featured a sweet older gentleman calming to be a professional handyman, his man was Hub Kirkpatrick, and for the next 4:56 minutes The Divorcee and The Gay Guy were mesmerized as Hub explained how to fix the disposal.   When the Video had been watched twice The Divorcee and The Gay Guy raced into the kitchen like children on Christmas morning and told The Widow what she thought was the tool for the job was not what they really needed, really what they needed was a long alen wrench and one was found right on cue.  The Divorcee then got down on hands and knees and investigated the under side of the unit and before The Gay Guy had time to bring her a flash light she had the disposal purring like a kitten and grinding up the remains of purple cabbage soup.   The Widow was shocked that The Divorcee wasn’t as helpless and useless as she had thought,  The Divorcee was equally shocked with herself, and The Gay Guy thrilled that he was some how a part of it all.   The Divorcee bounced around the kitchen with child like glee and with the same child like glee threw her arms in the arm above her head made a silly face and said “ya! I fixed a thing!”    All and all it was a good night, Thanks Hub Kirkpatrick.

**** The Divorcee****

After a exhausting day all around the housemates attempt to relax, while the gay guy is in and out the house and unpacking things left and right. After a short break the widow and divorcee had made a rather interesting potion, “purple cabbage soup”.  As the widow takes a break from organizing her room, and the divorcee puts a pause on sewing a costume for friend, and the gay guy stops working on the never-ending unpacking… they sit and enjoy a rather interesting dinner as a family for the first time… A bit of time passes and the group starts cleaning up from their dinner. Just an average rinse and put in the dishwasher, and run the disposal, or so they thought.

As the gay guy and widow sit in the living room while the divorcee finishes clean up…..  All of a sudden you hear, “Am I pushing the right button”, says the divorcee with a panicked tone in here voice.  The widow replies, “yea probably its being stupid” as the group gather in the kitchen around the sink, wondering what to do, the widow falls to her knees saying “look it up online, I know this things turns, as the gay guy and the divorcee find a handyman on youtube they figure out.  The divorcee uses the alan wrench and the problem is solved.  The divorcee does a very different yay pose “thank you Hub Kirkpatrick”.  A bit later the gay guy is beyond tired and getting cranky, and looks at the divorcee and says ” you make me think of the special olympics”  He than begins walking to his room as a pup is barking at him and will not stop, in no mood for the noise at the moment he turns and lets out 3 yips back at the dog..  Than suddenly as if an act of god is acquiring  the house began to rumble, and a stamped of barking pups came running for his face…chasing him into his room.  The divorcee  stops and yells, ” why would you do something like that.”  The gay guy can hear the widow in the other room with a tone of disgust but unable to hear what she is saying over the barking.  He responds to the divorcee, “Im tired and in no mood”  she says back “Well Im tired to but at least you know were your pants are.”…..  And after that the groups remained fairly quite for the night and eventually returning to the chambers and ending their second day as a family….

–The Gay Guy

I’m sorry. I know I haven’t written in a while and then I come out and say something as stupid and trivial as this. But it’s true. It’s true and I can’t keep it inside any longer. Barney Frank makes me physically ill. And it’s not because he’s a politician it’s because he looks so gross and he’s a douche-bag.

Just check out the video in this article [LINK]

What an colossal ass, what a boob, what a fat disgusting slob. No offense to fat people. There’s nothing wrong with that. But this guy is just gross. He can’t even sit up straight. And listen how full of himself he is. “Ralph gets to luxuriate in the purity of his irrelevance. *burp* *gurgle* *hiccup*” What the hell does that even mean? What a douche bag! And I swear there’s week-old nacho cheese stuck to his lapel.

I haven’t even gotten into his statement which is the whole point of the video. “We’re trying on every front, to increase the role of government…”

Well of course he is! That’s nothing new. He’s a scumbag politician…a fat disgusting slob of scumy douchbag politician.

I appologise for the asinine and immature nature of this article, but I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. I promise my next article will have actual substance.

Our third day together was pretty low key.  The Gay Guy was worn out from days of moving, packing, and unpacking.  The Widow was still exhausted from 10 straight days of manual labor attempting to get the house in order for The Divorcee’s birthday party and The Gay Guy’s arrival.  And The Divorcee, well she was still working on her damn Halloween costumes.  As if it were not bad enough that she started making her own a just 10 days before Halloween, she also decided to dress up her friend in a matching costume that she also had to sew from scratch.  Life with The Divorcee is always an experience.  I really think she could make a great cartoon, like something on the same lines as Cathy.

Have I mentioned how much I love The Gay Guy?  Here is a prime example why…  The Divorcee tends to be a bit of a slacker and it is already obvious that The Gay Guy is not going to stand for it.  She finished up her dinner and by something short of a miracle she actually puts her dirty dishes in the dishwasher.  (Now she claims that she can never tell if the dishes are clean or dirty, but how hard is it really to solve that conundrum?)  The Gay Guy notices that she did not bother to rinse out the sink and there is rice sitting there.  How nasty is that?!?  So he calls her on it…

The Gay Guy:  Gross!  Way to not rinse out the sink, that is how people get cockroaches you know”!

The Divorcee:  But I am cute!

The Widow:  You just keep telling yourself that…

The Divorcee: Oh, I will.

The Gay Guy:  Here let me help.  [Strokes her head with all the finesse of a 3 year old child with a mental disability] Preeetty, Preeetty…

The Divorcee:  OUCH!

The Widow:  [Laughing uncontrollably]  I love you Gay Guy!!!

-The Widow

The only reason why Estelle is the next GAP spokesperson is because she has A. A good Agent and B. A good Publicist; whom are both very well known in the bizness. I happen to know them both personally. What bothers me about Estelle is her look and how she is trying hard and she is still NOT cute!

Drew Barrymore is far from a Snob but she did get caught on a day off when she was spotted out and about. So I’m going to kindly place her on the Slob category for this one.

soo Snob OR Slob ??

Owen Birnbaum may be the smartest kid in school; he’s also the fattest kid in
school, although he hasn’t always been that way. Something awful happened two years ago and that’s when everything changed for him and his sister. Being the fattest kid in school is not easy, especially when your evil-minded P.E. teacher has it out for you, and most of the other kids are just happy they’re not the ones on the teacher’s hit list. Enter Mason Ragg, a loner who just may be a diabolical criminal mastermind with the battle scars to prove it; the rumor going around school is that the new kid also carries a switchblade knife hidden in his sock. Like eveyone else in school, it seems that Mason Ragg has it out for the fat kid. He may even be the one who’s been stealing Owen’s oreos. And then there is that fateful day in gym class when Owen begins to see that Mason Ragg is not exactly what he seems to be. And you know what? Neither is Owen; the Martha Doxie School is in for a big surprise.

**You’ll have to read nearly to the end of the book to discover the significance of the title; and it may not be what you think.

These days improper conduct seems to be more commonplace, especially in public. No matter the circumstances, I will never accept it in neither my life, nor those I care for. As I see it, showing anything other than utmost respect to others is an insult to all that are involved. No one should have to accept being spit on as a part of their life. If one cannot show that to others, how can they expect to be treated in kind?

This is the most disgusting Celebrity that I know, Britney Spears. Britney Spears was spotted yesterday 9/30/09 shopping at Tarjay with her bodyguard. I understand its been like 100 degrees in L.A. lately, however it has cooled down so to be walking around looking like a hooker with those nasty ass leather pink boots just make me want to barf!

I was sooo happy when this White Trash junkie was gone elsewhere but now she’s back. ugh! Sorry folks but this girl is a majah SLOB!!!

soo Snob OR Slob ??

Nicole Richie came out of hiding this weekend to attend our lil heart throb’s 1st concert at the Roxy, Selena Gomez. Nicole and her baby daddy, Joel were Sophia’s chaperone for last night. Um… I know that Nicole just had a baby and all but Nicole wearing your silk pajamas out is um not very cute. Especially, when  your breasts looks lopsided that even your own baby daddy is staring at them like something is wrong. [See pic below]. The only thing I’m loving about Nicole’s outfit is her shoes.

Nicole if your reading this… Next time just throw on your bohemian dresses that you have made a trend out of and you would still look HOT!!!

sooo Snob OR Slob ??

I honestly think that Sarah Silverman intentionally dresses like she’s going to prom and her dress is all gone wrong! This girl makes the Worst Dressed list more in her lifetime then the money she actually makes for being a comedian. Geez, Sarah I know your Jewish and your favorite color is Blue, but um show us what’s under that dress and leave that gown at home in the back of your closet.

sooo Snob OR Slob ???

White Trash Alert! That’s what the title of the post should have been..Sorry Khloe but your mom looks HOTTER then you do! i see what your trying to do here with what you are wearing but guess what? It doesn’t work for ya! You look like a stripper who is walking home with her greasy ass hair from her walk of shame.

Khloe is far from a snob but since she is working on a publicity stunt to wed Lamar Odom, she has to play the part…ja ha ha.. so I’m going to say SLOB!!!

soo Snob OR Slob ???

Whew! What a weekend. Sorry I didn’t write yesterday. Spent most of the day cleaning and tidying up, then went out for dinner with Daniel in the evening, then he came back to my (tidy!) place and we had a really nice time together. Oh! Nothing like that. We didn’t sleep together or anything. But we had a nice time together. I’ll leave it at that, and to your imagination to decide what happened! As long as your imagination isn’t filthy!

The thing that’s causing me a bit of confusion, though, is what happened the day before, shortly after I wrote on here. Jack came by. Suze said he’d been asking after me. I didn’t think that meant he was going to track me down and come find me, but I guess with my housemate going out with his housemate, it wouldn’t have been difficult for him to find me anyway.

He came by shortly before the Derren Brown thing when I was dressed in my “slobbing around” outfit and looked terribly unattractive.

“Can we talk?” he asked. I paused for a moment, looking at my watch.

“I, err, was going to watch that Derren Brown thing,” I said. “But you can come in if you like.”

“Sure,” he said. “I completely forgot that was on. Let’s watch it.”

And we did. We chatted about it while it was on – there was some really interesting psychological stuff in there about “perception without awareness” and then we stared at the TV together as his weird subliminal film came on. When it stopped and Derren said we should be stuck to our chairs, I was, but Jack wasn’t. It was so strange! My legs felt heavy, like there were lead weights attached to them. I couldn’t move my arms. I was rooted to the spot! Jack laughed at me, saying it was “bollocks” and that there was no way it could work, but it actually freaked me out a little bit. Eventually, I was “released” and felt the weights drop away. I can’t explain what happened! Jack found it hilarious, which I was a little annoyed about at the time to be honest, but I can see how it might have looked funny.

After the programme finished, Jack turned to me.

“Charlie, look,” he said. “I’ve got to admit, I really like you. After the other night when you disappeared in the morning without telling me… I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”

I felt myself blushing a little bit.

“Oh?” I said, not wanting to say anything more because I could feel my hands shaking a little bit.

“I don’t want to force you into anything,” he continued, “but I just wanted to say that. You seem like you’re… I don’t know, uneasy. I won’t pry into anything like that, but if you want to talk, you know where I am.”

I looked at him and smiled. It was a sweet thing to say, but it wasn’t helping my head. I also became suddenly very aware of my dirty old tracky bottoms and years-old T-shirt that I was wearing. And he was still interested? I guess that’s good!

Or is it?

Ugh. Oh well! Nice to be in demand, I guess!

“That’s all I wanted to say,” he said. “Now I’ve said it. I’m sorry to bust in on you like that. I’ll see you soon!”

He planted a small kiss on my forehead and then left. I had such a nice day with Daniel yesterday that I’m now not sure what to do! Maybe I should make a list.

No! I can’t make a list. Look what happened on Friends when they did that!

I know these are hardly earth-shattering problems to many of you out there, but hey! Confused here!

Via diverse nieuws kanalen is te lezen dat Arie Slob de antikraak wet wil gaan uitstellen omdat hij het niet eens was met de woorden en de motie van wantrouwen van Mark Rutte.Meneertje slob reageert hierop als een basisschool kind dat zijn zin niet krijgt. In mijn ogen zeer onprofessioneel ons parlement onwaardig. Daarom heb ik meteen een reactie naar hem gemailed. Ik ben benieuwd of ik hier nog een reactie op ga krijgen.

Geachte meneer slob,

vol verbazing lees ik de nieuws berichten over het uitstellen van de antikraakwet.

Dat u personlijk een meningsverschil heeft met de heer Rutte moet u allemaal zelf weten. Maar door zo kinderachtig te gaan reageren door deze wet uit te gaan stellen, dat kan u gewoon niet maken tegenover al die mensen die hierop zitten te wachten. Kraken is bezetten van andermans eigendom, en u laat mensen van wie het eigendom gekraakt wordt in de kou staan voor een persoonlijke vete. Zeer onprofessioneel deze actie.

Ik ben geen VVD stemmer, maar sta wel 100% achter de woorden van Rutte tijdens de Algemene Beschouwingen, en zoals te merken was vele anderen van links tot rechts met mij. Dat u daar anders over denkt hoeft u niet op zo’n kinderachtige manier te laten merken. U wordt vorstelijk betaald uit de zak van de belastingbetaler en u gedraagt zich hier als een basisschool kind. Schandelijk tegenover 16 miljoen burgers dat zulke mensen in ons parlement zitten. Het gaat me niet alleen om die wet, het gaat me om de reactie op de motie en de woorden van Rutte.

U bewijst wederom dat dit een kabinet is van uitstellen n ons land onwaardig.

Vriendelijke groet,
Serge Mors

I am pleased to announce to the world that I managed to achieve my 2009 weight loss goal 4 weeks ahead of schedule.  I am also proud to announce that I am no longer considered an obese American.  I am now just another overweight slob like most other people.

As you can see from the photo evidence below, I have managed to trim the big belly bulge off. I reduced my overall body mass to below 30, but it is most noticeable from the waist. If you have never been obese or struggled with weight issues, this is probably no big deal, but if you have ever been seriously overweight and have tried to lose that weight, you may know what I have gone through.

To be perfectly honest, I am ashamed to admit exactly how fat I got and why I got like that. I hope to reveal full details at a later date, but for now I will tell you this – SO FAR I have lost over 10 inches of fat around my waist.  The photo below shows the pair of pants that used to fit snuggly around my big fat belly and the pile of clothes on the table are some of my fat clothes that no longer fit.

I am still far from being skinny, but I have learned a few things to help make me healthier so I will continue working on it.  If you need or would like any help with diet, weight loss, nutrition, exercise, or anything else, please let me know.  I am here to help.

To read the full story and see the nude photos, go check out the writing page of my website and click on the top link for “Ty achieves 2009 goal.”

Ty Inside His Fat Pants

Mayyn Eva, I don’t know what your stylist was thinking?? I hope it wasn’t Rachel Zoe who picked this out for you? If she did? Then she must have done too many 8 balls before she decided to dress Eva Mendes in this fugly dress. Where are her curves? Remember this is Eva Mendes?! Who is Latina? and a guys eye candy. Come on Rachel???!!!

soo Snob OR Slob ??

Seriously..I think the only reason Hank married this ex-Stripper is because he knocked her up and his parents forced Hank to marry Kendra. You see The Baskett’s have a reputation to uphold. They don’t want their son to be another statistic; like most Black Celebrity Athletes who have baby momma’s in every state.

I have seen the First Season of Kendra and my overall opinion of her is: White TRASH!!!  I actually feel sorry for ANY man that is married to someone similar.

Pretty Woman, Julia Roberts was spotted in Rome on 8/27/09 filming scenes from her upcoming film, “Eat, Pray, Love”. I am really excited to see this movie and I hope to the beejesus that the movie is as good as the book.

In the past when I worked at the gift boutique for A-list celebrities and Production companies; Julia Roberts was a constant recipient of gifts from the boutique. Every time a gift order was placed for Ms. Julia it had to be particular, Go Green, Organic and it couldn’t be the same thing twice!

In other words, Julia doesn’t come off as snobby; however she can be!

sooo Snob OR Slob ????

Snacking on corn chips,

crumbs falling on my shirt and

lap. No time for grace.