My brain feels fuzzy

I woke up this morning feeling weird and I’ll go to bed tonight feeling weird.

I have to sit in a dark or semi dark room because bright lights make me queasy. I’m fine in natural sunlight, though.

Even a four hour nap didn’t help. And I slept the sleep of the dead! Why can’t I do that at night when I’m supposed to sleep?

I don’t get why I’m all fuzzy headed though. I’m taking the lactulose every day, which is supposed to counteract the ammonia that builds up in my brain because my liver can’t handle it.

Just another question for the liver docs when I go see them in June.


Story of my life…

In other news, I’m going to start an exercise plan next week and see if that doesn’t take a few lbs off before June. It’d be nice to be under 200 lbs. for the first time in 30 years (at least!). Maybe it will make me feel less fatigued in the long run. I can only hope.

But this fuzzy headedness is getting on my last nerve!


Hey bathroom warriors

You know, those crazy and misinformed folks who don’t want transgendered folks targeting little Susie and Johnny in the bathroom…have I got a graphic for you!


Do you really want these guys in the ladies room with you? That’s what the stupid law in North Carolina is calling for… to use the restroom for the gender on your birth certificate. Because all of these good looking guys were born female.

Couldn’t tell, huh?

And if you can’t tell, what the hell difference does it make which freaking restroom they use?


Oh by the way, my blog, my rules- no anonymous comments, and don’t say anything in a comment you don’t want your grandma to read…


The post where Stef discusses Target’s all inclusive bathroom policy

This is getting out of hand.

People, even some of those I consider friends, are getting their panties in a twist over Target’s announcement of allowing their guests to use whatever bathroom they identify with gender wise. Some have even called for a boycott of Target.

First, good people, Target isn’t going to miss you. Second, all you’re doing is spreading hate and fear. I don’t live my life hating and fearing those things I don’t understand. I educate myself. I get facts. I don’t spread useless and uninformed garbage around.

Today I saw a video and read a post about this. The weird thing is, they were almost verbatim in their wording, with only a few personal details changed. The video was done by a so called “preacher”, the post was done by some self righteous, Bible thumping “Christian” chick. Both made the alleged point of if Target allowed this, all the pedophiles and perverts could pretend to be transgendered to attack women and young children.

My point to them is if pedophiles and perverts were going to attack innocent women and children, they never needed a law. They’d just go in and do their evil deeds. And the cases of a true transgender attacking women and children are so few, it’s almost laughable. The same things were said about black people in the 50s and homosexuals in the 60s.

Everyone is entitled to their opinion, even me. If you honestly think that Target’s policy is so horrible that you’d stop shopping there, then don’t shop there. Just means there’s more for those of us who aren’t ruled by hate and fear. I would advise you to do some research into the subject to understand those who don’t agree with your views.

Like me, for example.

But don’t take my word for it. If these people were true Christians, they would be welcoming. But the majority of them I’ve encountered have been so indoctrinated with hate and fear and misinformation, that if Christ returned today, he wouldn’t recognize most of these people.

I am a Christian, and I truly believe that God loves everyone. And I mean EVERYONE– straight, gay, lesbian, transgendered, black, white, brown, red, yellow. Everyone!

Some people are going to think that I belong in hell for my views. Guess what? God gave me a brain, knowledge and freewill to make my own damn decisions. I honestly do not give a rat’s back end what others think. If I am truly going to hell, I’m certain I’ll have plenty of company.

I’ll end this by saying that if plan to leave a hate filled comment on this post, please give me a way to contact you. I do not accept anonymous comments, nor comments with no contact info. If you really believe in what you’re saying, let’s debate. I love learning new things. Maybe you’ll expand my knowledge base, who knows. Please keep that in mind.

And remember, your mileage may vary.


My take on the North Carolina “bathroom bill”

Just how are they going to determine who belongs in what bathroom? Carry your birth certificate with you? The state gaining access to your medical records as a matter of “public safety”?


Yesterday (4/12/16), North Carolina’s Governor McCrory tried to explain the bill he signed, starting he didn’t expect such a huge backlash. Really, Governor? Are you a special kind of stupid? Your state is now losing revenue because of this misguided and bigoted legislation. Big companies are declining to come to your state because of it; Bruce Springsteen cancelled a concert because of it. And many more will do the same, mark my words.

A word of advice for those who think this was a great idea:

Get educated before you spout off on something you know little to nothing about. Laws like the one in North Carolina rely on unfounded fears or out and out lies.

Do you really want a man, who identifies and presents female in the men’s room? Or a woman who identifies and presents male in the ladies room? Why don’t we just make this easier for everyone and let transgendered individuals use the facility that is most comfortable for them.

Or, hey, here’s a thought… how about a unisex bathroom option? That way, trans folks won’t have to freak out the uptight amongst us, and Mom can take her young sons with her to the restroom; dad can take his young daughters; grown children who are caretakers can take mom or dad, or a hired medical person can take their opposite gender clients. Everybody wins!

Read this article and watch the accompanying video and decide for yourself.

Oh, and if you do decide to comment, refrain from name calling. Because it says more about you than it does about me. And I’ll delete it.

Thank you! Have a nice day!



I was looking back at some of my posts on social media from last week, and noticed something very encouraging.

I allowed Snarky Stef to come out and play.

My favorite post was on Facebook, where I commented on a post about some chick in Texas who was texting at the Disturbed show there and got caught by David, the singer.

She got so butthurt over the “humiliating” event she went to local media to complain. She said that she was checking on her teenage daughter who was home alone during inclement weather that night.

Allegedly, she made the whole thing up.

What makes people do that? A need for attention?


I made my comment and some idiot decided to tell me to “go fuck yourself.”

My reply was, “I think I will. Probably better than fucking you anyway.”

Yeah, the little kiddos come out pretending to be adults, and when they get called on their nonsense, resort to name calling. Ho hum. Cry me a fuckin’ river.

If it weren’t for wanting to stay in touch with people I’ve met either in person or online, I’d have given up social media ages ago. I mean, I can’t even figure Snapchat out!

So, how was your weekend?

I’m Stef and this is where it’s @ !~

Here’s a thought

You young folks who are offended by everything, who need safe spaces because words and images and things hurt. Get over yourselves! The world does not revolve around you, cupcake. Never has, never will, no matter what mommy and daddy told you your whole life.

Then you have the brass cojones to call ME out on MY opinion, which I AM allowed to express in a public forum. There is no rule that says YOU have to agree with me. But if I don’t agree with YOU, you get all butthurt over it. Then the name calling starts. Last I checked this was the internet, NOT the playground. I have been, just this year, been called some of the most vile, disgusting things… all for expressing an opinion on a subject I’m possibly passionate about (or else I wouldn’t bother)!

If you’re like 20 years old, have a kid, and act like an idiot, and no one calls you on the carpet about it… you’re worse off than I thought. Do you really have nothing to do all day but sit on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram and pick a fight with someone like me? I’m 52 years old. I outgrew this bullshit ages ago.

I had to. I was a mother at 20, married, and my husband was in the military. Thankfully, there was no internet in 1984, so all the stupid crap I did then is not out there for the world to see.

You, on the other hand, will be very embarrassed in about 30 years when your children discover your online past. And rightly so. I hope I live that long to see it. Then I’ll laugh my octogenarian* ass off.

So do us all a favor, okay? Grow a backbone, stop being offended by other people’s opinions, and grow the fuck up!

Another public service announcement from your friendly neighborhood Stef (who plans on being around in her 80s and beyond).

*don’t know what this means? Got a dictionary? An app? Look it up. You might (gasp!) learn something!

I’m Stef and this is where it’s @ !~