It’s Maggie’s World, They Just Live in It.

I’m 48, no I’m not, I’m 50. Oh, nope I’m 52 now. I started this blog when I was 47, vowing to lose weight before my 48th birthday and then vowing to lose weight before my wedding to Derwood. Yeah, that didn’t actually happen so I changed the name of this blog from Something Fat Happened to Misc. Maggie. And she is me. And these are my people:

Annie – 20-year-old daughter. Annie graduated from the American Academy of Dramatic Arts in New York City and is currently living in NY, taking classes and acting like a nanny during the day. She also has a blog which you can find if you click here.


Take a good look because someday you will be saying I knew her when I read her mom’s blog!

Brigid – 18 -year-old daughter freshman in college. My mini-me.brigid

Q – 14-year-old daughter. That’s not her name but that’s what we call her. Freshman in high school Mandarin immersion.



Derwood – Deren, my husband since May 18, 2013. Who is currently alive.


In a true demonstration of my love for this man, I’m posting a photo where I am very chinny photo and he looks great. This may be the only time you see this sort of selflessness from me so take note.

Mudd – Canine love of my life.

Mudd and Sugar, both now deceased.

Tallulah or Lula – She’s a cat.


She is not dead despite what this picture would have you believe.

Charley – He’s a dog.


I live in Portland, Oregon for the time being but am on the move.

Life is good and happy but it turns out I’m a little chunky which brings us back to where we started…Someone Fat Happened.


97 thoughts on “It’s Maggie’s World, They Just Live in It.

  1. I’m not even going to say anything. Just confirm that I have followed through on my signing up. I guess that is saying something. I digress.

  2. Looking forward to following future posts as I have enjoyed all I have read so far. Thanks to Sweet Mother for the suggestion! BTW, I totally get the Someone Fat Happened..I woke up one day and realized the end of my softball career, knee surgery, lack of exercise but same food consumption had resulted in 60+ lbs of “Who the hell is in my mirror?!” I lost 40 of it, got pregnant, gained it all plus a few more back….lost another 15, got pregnant again. Here I am 8 mos pregnant and still wondering who shows up in my mirror and in the rare picture I allow to be taken. Maybe she will go away someday soon!

  3. Thanks for reading. I will go check your blog out today, I’ve been out of town. Keep the faith….I have that 20 to lose and my kids are teenagers ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Happy Monday!

  4. Maggie,
    I just couldn’t find your blog today. I kid you not. Naughty WordPress kept telling me you did not exist… Are you afraid of clowns? I’m a nice clown. A magnificent clown. We could be friends…
    Le Clown

      • Maggie,
        I swear, I should have taken a screen cap… Le WordPress was being e-v-i-l…
        Glad to have found you back. Now I can read you, and then I can go make an informed comment on Sweet Mother’s post about you…
        Le Happy Clown

  5. You and I were apparently raised in the same house. I don’t remember seeing you there then, (or that boy) but everything else in that kitchen looks exactly the same. Jigger, scotch, upside down refrigerator. No other kitchen had one but ours (ours being the kitchen in the photo that you and I grew up in). Tell them about the booth we had in OUR kitchen. Best status symbol EVER back then โ€“ โ€œyep, we got a BOOTH in our kitchenโ€.

  6. Did you have a phone booth? My mother always said that’s what she would put into a custom built house to keep the 4 of us away from her.

    We had an intercom!!! That my dad couldn’t work so he we hold down the talk button and never take his hand off so he couldn’t hear a reply and we’d have to run upstairs to talk to him anyway.

    • No, like in a restaurant, “Would you like a table or a booth?” my dad built in a booth in the kitchen and then the big table was in the dining room. Anyone who ever saw it always thought it was the coolest thing EVER. It was passรฉ to me. (yawn) BTW my aunt had an intercom!!!, but they were rich and had a big house with a pool, and a maid. And when I say big, I mean 3000 square feet, but it was one story, so it was really spread out.

      But I really remember the scotch, I mean how normal it was. It was always 5 pm somewhere. Not to bum anyone out, but my sister died when I was nine and there are only little bits of memory of those days, but people started appearing at the house as they found out the news and the lady next door (who I was not blood related to, but called aunt Dot) I remember the first thing she did upon crossing our doorframe and hugging my mother was dispatch someone to the store to buy ice, and it is still a memory I find funny.

      People who drink scotch are serious about their alcohol.
      – There has to be some sort of Irish joke in here but I can’t find it ๐Ÿ˜€

  7. Oh a restaurant booth! Well that is outstanding! I’m sorry about your sister. Did you have other siblings? A booth wouldn’t have worked for us b/c my dad had to be within flicking distance of my brother and one of my sisters. The hangovers I had after each of my parent’s funerals were incredibly painful but they were good nights. The Irish mourn well. I tried to find a good joke on that but couldn’t find just the right one.

    • I have one worthless brother, who is twelve years older than me, and when I say worthless, he has a job and he pays his mortgage, he is just a crappy brother, father, son, husband, person. So there was the first family: Mom, dad, brother, sister, two years apart, then when they were 10 and 12, mom is pregnant. Second family (and infinitely superior) Mom, dad, me. Like an only child. Dad could flick me easily from his place in the booth, and me trapped between mom and the wall.

      BTW am I right, nobody else had the upside down fridge?

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  10. I think I’m a total dope for not having read your ‘about’ page. It explains a helluva lot, unlike my ‘about’ page which tells the reader nothing about me. (At that point I wasn’t sure I was going to follow through.)
    Let me just say that your kids are BEAUTIFUL. HELLO! Gorgeous children. I ‘m also liking the Portland surroundings. Hey, how far a drive is it to Gearhart?

    I think I was initially drawn to your Republican status but then fell in love with you when I saw your blog name and read about your weight issue, which happens to be the same as mine. Then, naturally I read some of your posts to confirm my love of you, and sure enough, you proved to be awesome : )

    If I ever get out to Portland I’ll be registered voter # 8! YAY!

  11. Glad I found your blog. ๐Ÿ™‚ You have a beautiful family — Mudd included — and everyone seems to be having fun. A happy family is something to be thankful for.
    I’m not even forty yet I’m starting to have all those issues — weight, wrinkles, age, weight. Oh well….
    Congratulations on being Freshly Pressed! Will come back and visit your blog every once in a while ๐Ÿ™‚
    – B –

  12. so why did I not see this page before.. i did the same thing to Brigitte.I missed out on all these beautiful pictures and facinating information. Nicely done Maggie. I don’t have an about page.. mmm

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  14. So hey, I checked out your blog because I like the title. Good job on being freshly pressed. I hope you continue to get loads of followers.

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  17. I like the idea of your cast of characters and am wondering if you’d feel plagiarized if I borrowed it for my “Our Story” page. I’d give you credit and a link!

    I have a book suggestion: The Obesity Myth By Paul Campos. You might like it, or maybe not. I think it was later retitled The Diet Myth. It’s one of my favourites.

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  20. Refreshingly REAL – you simultaneously crack me up (love that sarcasm) and make me think (appreciate your intellect) which isn’t always easy for my twisted brained self. Please tell me you’ve stopped stressing the weight? Ugh, it’s so not worth it damnit! At 52 I accept the 20 extra laboons dear sweet menopause gifted me, and wish society would just cut the skinny model crap once and for all. Off to buy a few pounds of M&M’s now… kudos for a great site.

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