tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112776692012-02-16T06:46:41.307-05:00A humorous look at life, liberty and the pursuit of losing weight, this blog is for the weight-challenged, blogger-challenged, homeless, rich, poor, nuns, mental patients, and others.Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-87474852877724585672010-06-21T19:31:00.000-04:002010-06-21T19:32:44.073-04:00

As a 7-year veteran of online dating, I have made a lot of observations about dating, men, life and relationships.I had my very first online dating experience in 2003. Back then I was a bright-eyed, naïve, inexperienced young woman, determined to find a man, and in short order! I was completely trusting of people; if their profile said such-and-such, well then, it had to be true! In these years

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-5729384125335265362010-04-27T17:21:00.000-04:002010-04-27T17:23:18.174-04:00

Job interviews have become extremely competitive in this tough economy, where college graduates are applying for entry-level jobs, jobs that I, less educated, would previously have snubbed my nose at. But you have to take what you can get, no matter how low-paying, how far away or how menial the tasks you will be performing. My last job interview was interesting. This one company called and set

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-26575843493690071892010-04-27T17:12:00.000-04:002010-04-27T17:14:04.555-04:00

MCKEESPORT Penn. - Reports have been surfacing from a suburb of Pittsburgh, Penn., that a woman who was cookless for 12 years, cooked dinner three nights ago. It was also reported that her daughter has been hospitalized, not from eating her mother’s cooking, but from going into shock at the sight of her mother preparing food in the kitchen. Megan Kirchhoff, 23, is said to be in stable condition

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-91619309850667886302009-07-31T21:56:00.001-04:002009-07-31T22:00:05.097-04:00

A couple of months ago, I made the decision to lose weight and get in shape. I don’t know what I was thinking; I clearly had a momentary lapse of reason, but I’ve been going to the gym since then and it has been an interesting experience. So much to see and hear and learn about life! The first few times I did my workout, which included just a few minutes on the elliptical machine, something

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-17941669824141962692009-07-26T19:19:00.004-04:002009-07-26T19:33:02.299-04:00

It was the fall of 1995. I had been working for a few years at a mattress store and was making pretty good money, but my daughter wasn’t doing well. She was eight years old and having trouble in school. My husband, whom I was separated from, was coming to my apartment to watch her while I worked. Most nights I worked till 9 p.m. He’d end up staying over in my living room all weekend. I wasn’t

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1156796349043822632006-08-28T15:56:00.000-04:002006-08-28T16:21:28.586-04:00

My ex-husband, Bill, died almost five years ago - Sept. 12, 2001. Yes, the day after the infamous 9/11. I feel the pain of people's losses because I lost someone who I later realized was probably the best friend I ever had. He didn't die in such a horrible fashion as to be incinerated in a building, but in a hospital where they all collectively failed to save his life. Well, they paid for it. My

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So I get this letter in the mail today from a district court. Its a "Notice of Impending Warrrant of Arrest." This is not typically the kind of letter that will put a smile on your face or give you a warm fuzzy feeling. In fact, it scared the BeJeezzuss (sp?) out of me. I immediately closed my back window curtains, got dressed, all the while trying to peek out the front windows to see if they had

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1143857894940805392006-03-31T20:31:00.000-05:002006-03-31T21:18:14.956-05:00

About a week ago I got a call from the police at 1:30 in the morning. Apparently my ex-boyfriend was threatening to come over to my house and shoot and kill both me and my daughter. He said the voices in his head were telling him to do this. He'd called a crisis hotline and told them this; they in turn called the police, who called me. The police also came to his residence and 302'd him. For

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1141077847611407472006-02-27T16:29:00.000-05:002006-03-31T20:31:25.313-05:00

It occurs to me I haven't written anything humorous for a while. For a season, my life revolved around court dates in Pittsburgh to obtain PFA's (Protection from Abuse) from my ex-boyfriend. There's not really anything funny to write about that whole matter... but at least I have some closure now.In order for my ex to sign a temporary six-month PFA, he wanted three conditions. 1) A picture of my

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1136682156080223552006-01-07T19:20:00.000-05:002006-01-07T20:02:36.116-05:00

Well, its not shaping up to be a very good year. Although what the asshole did was actually on Dec. 30, so it was done in 2005. I keep telling myself, "Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord." But I'm waiting to see it. Here's what happened. Friday, Dec. 30, about 6:30 p.m. : The wacko calls my daughters phone and, sick of the harrasement, she answers. She tells him I do not want to talk to him, to

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1133578392173588892005-12-02T21:16:00.000-05:002005-12-02T21:57:52.333-05:00

I should have known better. I never should have told him about the job. But we were on the phone, talking amicably after our breakup. I told him I had gotten a call from a particular employer, The Original Mattress Factory, whom I really wanted to work for, and in fact, had interviewed with before. Only the first time around, back in July, they didn't hire me. Not really sure why, but I think it

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1132170650996132592005-11-16T14:09:00.000-05:002005-11-16T15:16:56.036-05:00

I am really, really sick of hearing about, listening too, and seeing Jennifer Aniston on TV and on magazine covers. Here is a girl who must broadcast to the world her most intimate feelings about her personal life, and her woe is me, Brad is gone, nonsense. Truly, this girl has NO class. Jennifer, I don't care about your breakup with Brad, everyone has been hurt, and there are for more important

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1129933600398463462005-10-21T17:54:00.000-04:002005-10-21T20:59:37.406-04:00

After going on 9,467 interviews, I finally got a job. I think I figured out the trick to getting someone to hire you: smile a lot during the interview. I noted that in my last two interviews, both of the interviewers commented about my smile, and therefore, this must be significant. If only they knew what I was smiling about. As they asked those loaded questions, previously mentioned in another

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1129684232629496132005-10-18T21:03:00.000-04:002005-10-18T21:16:22.556-04:00

So, I went on another job interview today. This company had actually called me twice, the first time, I didn't return the call, because it mentioned something about "inside sales" and that made me a little nervous. When they called a second time, and set up an interview for the next day, I thought for sure, they need someone desperately, and soon. This was not to be.As usual, this was only round

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1129511511395220562005-10-16T20:58:00.000-04:002005-10-16T21:14:45.793-04:00

I've been out of work for a while. About three years to be exact. You see, I have this depression, bipoloar problem. There it is, I said it. I've been on disability all this time, and in the past two years, I've been in a horrible relationship with a guy who is 1) a pathological liar 2) a gambler 3) a loser 4) dirty 5) also bipolar. I could go on but I don't want to waste too much time talking

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1116285168375381532005-05-24T23:29:00.000-04:002005-05-25T18:50:26.176-04:00

"Mom," she says, choking tearfully on the phone, "I wrecked." I'm getting used to this type of phone call. It's been three times now. There was another time the car was hit while it was parked and she wasn't in it, so its actually four times. "Are you okay?" I say, knowing she must be, since she's calling me. My first reaction is relief that she's OK, but then it slowly turns to anger. Megan,

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1114828652284440712005-04-29T22:06:00.000-04:002005-04-29T22:40:35.466-04:00

I think about it all the time. I crave it when I'm not doing it. I wake up and want to do it. No matter how much I do it, I always want more. I can't stop. It's computer games. My name is Emkay, and I am an Acroholic. My favorite computer game in the world is "Acrophobia" which I've been playing for about 6 months. You are given letters, and you make acros; example: WTHIGOWA, What the hell is

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1114296181322691912005-04-23T21:32:00.000-04:002005-04-23T18:43:01.323-04:00

I wasted $3.99 last night renting "Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason." Well, I hated it. First of all, it is quite annoying to me that everyone treats this girl like she is so unbelievably fat, what with all the references and snide comments about her weight. What does she weigh, like 135-140? Hello, I haven't weighed that since... 9th grade. Give me a freakin' break. I have news for you

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1113770587336140982005-04-17T16:17:00.000-04:002005-04-17T18:56:44.886-04:00

Well, I see its been quite a while since I last wrote. Some changes in the world; the Pope died, my daughter came back from North Carolina where she was living with my parents, and the day she came back, I went off the diet and haven't been able to get back on the wagon since. It was St. Patty's day when she arrived at Pittsburgh, and being Irish, Tom and I went for a few drinks where he works.

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1110488643749277022005-03-10T19:02:00.000-05:002005-03-10T16:04:03.753-05:00

It sounded like someone was cutting down a tree with an electric saw, or digging up the pavement with a jackhammer. But no, it was my freezer, sputtering out its last bit of life. I’ve been in the same apartment for 7 years, so invariably, things start to go. Thank God it didn’t have much in it. I think it is protesting because it doesn’t have its usual contents of goodies like gallons of Breyers

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1110396970467938402005-03-09T17:22:00.000-05:002005-03-09T14:36:10.470-05:00

I still haven't heard from the good people in Bloggersville, so that I might make my blog better, stronger, and faster. Have they forgotten me? Being one who changes my mind frequently, I'm thinking of changing the name of my blog from Pittsburgh Diaries to something else... but what? Diary of a mad, fat woman? Manic Ramblings? Jolly Giant Journal? Oh, Lord, help me. I'm just a lowly servant

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1110237297969293912005-03-07T18:05:00.000-05:002005-03-07T18:16:44.316-05:00

I have just spent several hours trying to understand templates, HTML, codes, colors, and my head is now spinning. All I wanted to do was color my links, that's all. I'm not trying to change the world, I just wanted my links another color than gray. I do hope after writing them for help, the good people in Bloggerville will help me, lest I jump off a bridge in helpless blogger-despair.Yes, it is

Emkayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418716708564596157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11277669.post-1110151073649971582005-03-06T18:03:00.000-05:002005-03-06T22:53:47.166-05:00

Tomorrow is the big premier of Kirstie Alley's new show "Fat Actress." I'm excited because I too, am fat. But to clarify, I'm NOT an actress. However, I'm starting another "Big Diet" tomorrow, maybe even inspired by this show. It's one of many diets I've been on over the years. My last one was successful, having lost about 50 pounds in, oh, about 6 months. But alas, after a few years, back

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