Chapter the Second, In which a Connecticut lady. . .

Chapter the Second
In which an ample Connecticut lady, late of Chicago, embraces her heritage

Some of you on the board may be aware that I have decamped temporarily to Hartford, the state capitol of Connecticut. Most everyone here in Connecticut seems to know that state bird is the American robin and the state song is "Yankee Doodle," but few are aware of the state motto: "He who transplanted, still sustains."

Upon my arrival here, I cut a formidable figure. Resolving to do everything I could to uphold the state creed, I delved into serious research involving pizza, grinders and ice cream. (Friendly's original menu is a thing of beauty, and Dunkin Donuts has many competitors.) Thus occupied, I was certain to sustain my size in spite of the rigors of moving during late winter. I soon realized, however, that, in spite of my zeal for the motto of my adopted state, being fat is just not WASPY. Pastel twin sets with pearls just don't look right on a rounded silhouette.

My LTHforum-induced gluttony discarded, I have adopted a strict regimen of chicken salad, Arnold Palmers, and gin. And I have a new commitment to team sports. Check out my stats and my six pack with this link--it's the second article down the page). Like the other women on my team I have adopted a jock nickname, "Brandy" (The "Noginia" part is just our hazing tradition):

http://www.goofyface.com/site/index.php?option=com_wrapper&Itemid=30

Thanks, LTH, for getting on board with my process of self-discovery! I've learned to approach social occasions gracefully, by stating with conviction, "Oh, I'm really not that hungry. . ." Now, if someone can just explain to me how to get my face to relax. . .

Chicken salad, Arnold Palmer, and gin. You are a model of decorum and an inspiration for us all. Thank you, Josephine!

Josephine,

You're killing me with these posts today. But you will never be a true Nutmegger until you join a women's field hockey team. (Playing with pearls is encouraged. )

aschie30 wrote:Josephine,

You're killing me with these posts today. But you will never be a true Nutmegger until you join a women's field hockey team. (Playing with pearls is encouraged. )

I played field hockey in high school. I was terrible, though I still played junior varsity. Nobody told us about the pearls!

Regards,