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- I'm not saying that I'm super tired, I'm saying that it's aliens. 14 hours ago
- Continuing the James Bond marathon with my Alzheimer's patients. Oops... They're too worked up to sleep now. 1 day ago
- Good thing I wore my rainboots. http://t.co/POHE6o6P8n 2 days ago
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Evil Bastard Cookies
A long time ago I had a dream about these happy little fuckers attacking me with broken beer bottles. They had devil horns and their smiles turned into twisted snarls of demonic possession. Since that nightmare I have always viewed … Continue reading
What does The Fall Guy & my career have in common?
So while watching The Fall Guy, I began to do some work on my resume. I may not be doing any work on the Vagina Project, but I am actively working on my plan to relocate to Austin, TX. The … Continue reading
Posted in Artistically Inclined, Stupid Human Gets A Clue, The Life And Times Of Fuzzy Lizzard
Tagged Amy's life, art, Austin TX, creative process, creativity, dreams, enlightenment, fat, inspiration, Lee Majors, life, looking for a job in Austin TX, me, nurse bitterpill, Reanimating the warrior goddess, Self Discovery, The Fall Guy, vagina project, writing
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Reanimating the warrior goddess: Femme Fatale
Facts & Vitals Transformation update: I’ve plateaued at 55 lbs. lost. Which is pretty damn amazing. It wasn’t easy to get this far. So I’m rewarding myself with barrels upon barrels of happiness. And a bottle of barbecue sauce. I … Continue reading
Posted in Stupid Human Gets A Clue, The Life And Times Of Fuzzy Lizzard
Tagged Amy's life, Austin TX, Duran Duran, fat, fitness, god, life, love, magic, me, Reanimating the warrior goddess, Self Discovery
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Reanimating the Warrior Goddess: Bruised Peaches
After having a discussion with a friend about sexuality and how it relates to having a specific vision of our future lovers I began a freefall into my own head. It’s a slippery discussion indeed We all think about what … Continue reading
Posted in Stupid Human Gets A Clue, The Life And Times Of Fuzzy Lizzard
Tagged Amy's life, enlightenment, fat, healing, How Can I Find God When I Can't Even Find My Keys, inspiration, life, me, rape, rape survivor, Reanimating the warrior goddess, relationships, Self Discovery, sexuality, soulmates
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A Fish Learning To Fly
Nothing about this day makes sense… We all have off days. Random thoughts that should only happen when I’m drunk. I’m not drunk, I’m nursing a Benedryl hangover. COFFEE? My heart is sad today. There are so many thoughts racing … Continue reading
Posted in Absurdity Is The Only Reality, Music Is The Best, The Life And Times Of Fuzzy Lizzard
Tagged Amy's life, Austin TX, Bathroom Pineapple, buddhism, cthulhu, david bowie, enlightenment, fat, fitness, Fuzzy Lizzard Jewels, inspiration, kung fu, life, martial arts, me, music, Onslow The Occult Octopus, Reanimating the warrior goddess, Self Discovery, Steven Seagal, stupid life, weapons of mass salvation
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Reanimating the Warrior Goddess: Dancing to the rhythm of fear in my imaginary red dress
I listened to Kim Boekbinder’s new song for The Bloggess’s Travelling Red Dress. And it says everything I have been saying for a while. Including the fear walls. That has been my visualization through this whole transformation, the walls made … Continue reading
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Tagged Amy's life, Austin TX, decisions, fat, fear, Gene Tierney, god, How Can I Find God When I Can't Even Find My Keys, inspiration, Jesus, Kim Boekbinder, life, LIttle E, magic, music, nurse bitterpill, Reanimating the warrior goddess, religion, stupid life, tearing down walls, The Bloggess, The Travelling Red Dress, writing
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Walk Tall And Carry A Banana
Conversations lately have been very personal. It seems that the more bricks I remove from my walls built from fear and doubt the more people, people I’ve known for years, want to know who the woman is standing before them. … Continue reading
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Reanimating the Warrior Goddess: The Weight Loss Paradox
For those of you still keeping score on the weight loss front, I’m now 50 lbs down. Somehow I’ve managed to lose 5 lbs. while on vacation (Proof that Austin is magic). Weird, I know. Or it could’ve been my … Continue reading
Reanimating The Warrior Goddess: Reality of Transformation. I’m Writing A Book.
If I find the key will it even fit? I’ve been silent on the blogesphere lately. I’m ready to reveal why. The reason for the quiet is because I’m working on a project that has metamorphasized into something I never … Continue reading
Even optimists get the blues
I know you remember that a few moons ago I posted a series about “Reanimating The Warrior Goddess.” Complete with a Dwarfercise how-to. Well, as it turns out, I totally dropped the battle axe on that project. I know it’s … Continue reading
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Tagged Depression, enlightenment, fat, me, Reanimating the warrior goddess, Self Discovery, stupid life
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Reanimating The Warrior Goddess: Into Week 2 and I Learn My Name
Sometimes emotions are the window into what’s really missing in yourself. Tonight, I have run the spectrum of emotion from high to low for no particular reason other than my hormones are unpredictable. But what I did do was … Continue reading
Crack Me Open, Look Inside…
As with most, if not all, females raised in a media saturated environment, I have struggled with my self-image. A lot. Growing up I was fully aware of my bodily flaws, as I perceived them. I was not thin. I … Continue reading
Posted in Roller Derby: Loose Lee's Retirement Plan, Stupid Human Gets A Clue
Tagged beauty, fat, inspiration, me
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A Girl Not Afraid To Fart
What is the definition of woman? Part One The popular media would have us believe that it is looking, dressing, smelling, and altering our bodies like every plastic super model they set their cameras on. The entertainment industry throws hatefully … Continue reading




