MILF HUNTRESS

THE LIBERTIES OF LOVE 

This just out;

Traditional and modern anniversary gifts for married couples has once again been updated.  Instead of couples presenting one another with worthless gifts of paper and tin; they will now be giving one another something far more precious.

The well earned right to fool around~~~

~~~with somebody else!

1 year anniversary: flirtation

5 year anniversary:  kisses

10 year anniversary:  frottage

20 year anniversary:  oral

30 year anniversary:  motherland

50 year anniversary:  back door

  (Who will want either one of your sorry old asses?)

 Oh boy!

 Guess which anniversary I am coming up on? 

Man has been to the moon, done about all a man can do

But a woman is the wonder of the world

From her head to her toes man ain’t caught what she can throw

Yes, a woman is the wonder of the world

Woman is the wonder of the world

She may be high society or just a good old fashioned girl

When she was made she pulled the shade on mother nature’s pearl

She ain’t much, she’s just the wonder of the world

The good news is that Billie Joe Shaver signed my breasts last night, and afterwards husband got a lap dance.  Not from me.  Totally Nude…..Temptations.  Anyone who tells you strippers are ugly, haggard and toothless, are just plain jealous or lying.  There were so many beautiful girls there last night.  Personally I am partial to the thick bodies.  Stripping is art in motion.  The female body signified in all it’s glory.  Yes, I can take something cheap and tawdry and make it beautiful.  Or maybe it just really is beautiful?

The bad news tonight, and every night for this week, is that my computer is still down.  Having to blog from the library.  You know if I miss a day I’ll start getting the shakes and seeing crawly things.

Interesting day today.  Had one boy in the aisles, obviously here to check me out.  He’s come twice and lingered about 30 minutes each time.  In totally the wrong sections, like, “Christian Fiction” & romance novels.  He never checks anything out.  Very young.  Winning smile.  Not so much the dangerous “I’m gonna jump you now” type sexual energy, but more the playful, boyish type.  Freaking cute as he can be.  20? 21?  I THINK I know who he is… “Excuse me son…but aren’t you on my hard drive?”

Next, I come out of the bathroom, and there is a man holding a rose for me.  Beautiful, single, long stem, red rose.  I see him in the mornings at my gym working with a very good trainer.  They do all sorts of innovative things, like “alligator crawls” dragging a 35 lb plate with their feet.  I shared my story with them both last week.  Today this guy brings me a rose.  He said because of what I did.  And what it took to do it.  Made my day.  Little tokens like this just make life more special.

Today’s workout was triceps.  25 minutes cardio in the AM, 22 minutes at night.  Countless sets till time up this morning. 

200 light reps of tricep reminder tonight…including 100 reps of bench dipping!

Gotta get home to the loved ones.  Opening for work tomorrow, so will have to get creative with my workout timing.

Think I am going to start a diet soon.  Too many espresso truffles and cheetos are starting to show effect.

Much love……see yall.  Pray I get my computer fixed………or wish it very hard.

Post workout meal today?  One large Hershey’s Dark Chocolate Bar.  Bag of Dried Cranberries, 4 oz hazelnuts, 6 oz cashews.  There’s got to be some protein in there somewhere.  Granted, it’s not Arnold’s Steak and Eggs, but ah well.  Been thinking, and it’s not honored that I feel about married guy coming on to me yesterday.  More like flattered.  There really is no honor to speak of in those type shenanigan’s, though I figure they go on all the time.  My best friend in high school had a mom who was always after the married man.  She was a nice lady.  But very hung up on stealing men away from other women.  I get alot of this in reverse when I go out.  Many years ago, I thought telling men I was married at clubs would lead to lack of attention.  I was wrong.  Nothing makes a man draw you closer at a bar than to tell them you are a married woman.  Their eyes slant and they begin to salivate.  "No strings attached…..No commitment".  It’s a nice fantasy which I play into for kicks until midnight……or 3 AM, however the case may be.  But at the end of the night, I am soley husband’s.  Which in my eyes is how it should be.  How do you boys feel when the shoe is on the other foot?  Would you really want YOUR woman out screwing around on you?  The way I see it, monogomy is a nice thought, yet highly unnatural.  We all have our ways of working around this.  For some it is repression, for others sublimation unto sports, career, other goals and lofty pursuits, etc.  Some people do the dirty.  Who am I to judge them?  When you get down to it, we all do the things we do out of basic unmet needs.  Live a month in someone else’s shoes before you pretend to understand their mindset, and what is going on.  As for me?  I work out my libido through intense physical exercise, flirting online, and yes, once every blue moon I get out to play with the boys.  We talk, we flirt.  If they’re especially hot…they usually are……I let them kiss me.  Sometimes I even let them feel me up a little.  I like it when a man feels my curves.  I worked hard for them.  No shame in my game.  Because at the end of the night, after playing with my fantasies, (keeping fantasy and reality separate), there is only one bed I go home to.  Only one bed I need.  My own.  Today’s workout bi’s and back.  A sampling;  50 lb DB for hammer curls…2 reps each.  Bent-over standing curls…….up to 70 lbs.  Total of an hour and a half at the gym.  25 minutes cardio.  Hoo-ya.

What is this crap?  Third active rest day of the week?  WHAT A SLACKER!  Ok, so I spent the day earning dollars instead of building muscle.  Sue me.  I did spend my break at the gym.  Well, partly.  10 minute elliptical la-ti-da…10 minute treadmill jog/walk/run.  Then I had an order of deep fried egg foo young to pick up on the way back.  A little intrigue at the library today.  A young guy dropped by carrying a note.  "Hi!  I’m the guy with a hot librarian fantasy."  I was working safely with a coworker, things were slow, so I decided to be just a little naughty.  Responded back to him with, "So how long have you had these sorts of bad thoughts?"  He gave me his number which I will not be calling because…(in addition to me of course)…he is married.  Sisters before Misters.  Less elegantly phrased, Chicks before Pricks.  All that good stuff.  Still I’m honored.  I love a good come on.  LADIES,..watch your men.  They’re safe with me.  Still….those boys need to be watched closely.  Often disciplined.

It’s my day off work.  So I am going to blog, blog, bloggie, till my little heart’s contenty.  I have something floating about in my mind.  I want to get it off my chest. 

My mom goes on alot these days about "egoless states of existence".  This was brought about by watching too much Oprah with the little elf man as a guest.

What I have tried to share with her (from personal experience), and what she fails to see, is this.

We all have ego until the day that we die.

My mom, who is growing old, (and hates it as we all do), is not actually leaving her ego behind her, (as she likes to think). 

She is only tearing it down to build it back up again.

We all have ego.  You can’t not have it.  This is the human brain. 

We constantly look to outward confirmation to tell us more about ourselves. Who and what we are.  How secure we are, how safe it is out there.  This is why we like to be liked.  This is, in a nutshell, why we do up to 97.6% of what we do.

With approval comes security.

As my mom tears down her former ego, which was built upon her youth, her work, her looks,…she now builds up a new ego built upon her spirituality, her goodness, her relationship with her peers and the generations beneath her.

I once supposed myself egoless.  "It’s not about my body," I would think.  "It’s about my children’s bodies." 

"It’s not about my achievements," I would follow.  "It’s about God’s achievements.  Creation.  Christ on the cross."

None of this ever did much for me.  As itty-bitty I believed my ego to be, it was actually a huge ravenous beast turned inside out.  As spiritually alive I thought myself to be, I had physically become the undead.  (No way to roam the earth.)  I had become a black hole.

So ego, schmego.  You’ve got it.  Work with it. Deal with it.  It’s not going to go away.  Feed that monster until you rest.

 LADIES,

When a man says to you,

“Sorry. It just didn’t click,”

what he really means to say is; 

“I didn’t love you naked.” 

Because….

Believe me. 

When a man loves you naked,

…IT CLICKS. 

Moral of the story? 

Go to the gym!

Take your licking.

 Keep on clicking.

We don’t have to have sex. 

We don’t even have to touch. 

 We can just undress each other.

With our eyes. 

With our hands. 

Smelling. 

Touching. 

Tasting. 

F*cking. 

Too late.

I am so just floating around right now it’s not even funny.  Recently lowered my synthroid amount, so I need to be careful.  Let me fill you in on what I ate today.  2 South Beach Diet Bars (breakfast), Can of Cashews & Diet Energy Drink (lunch), Mexican w/the Family (dinner), this included quacemole dip, huevo mexicano, soupy beans, salsa, 2 protein bars (dessert), coffee.  Maybe what?  4000+ calories?  So at the end of the day, directly after large mexican dinner, what do I do?  I go run at the gym in a little red sports bra and spandex shorts.  Can’t help it.  It’s the Mike Myers in me.  Second "active rest day" of the week.  The kids overslept, which cut my total morning workout/get ready for work time down to 40 minutes or less.  20 minutes of cardio and 6 sets of abs.  Tonight’s run/walk/jog was 20 minutes also.  Close to 2 miles. Plus 6 minutes elliptical.  Belly way too full of food for any of this to be much use to me.  Did get a good 6 sets of calves in.  Tomorrow I had better make up for this week’s slacking.  Planning on some heavy tricep work with a fully charged MP3 player…full volume…angry music. 

I had a lovely walk with my youngest in our fallen garden tonight.  All weeds and brambles from a whole summer of neglect.  But still God’s nature.  Went down through Arkie’s Acre to the creek.  I own a creek.  Which is why I could die happily in my sleep tonight and it would be alright.  We walked down about a good city block.  Only this wasn’t city, but beautiful rock formations, sitting in the centre of still fairy woods.  Me in high heels and my work skirt.  Daughter in flip flops.  We are scrambling about in briars, dogs leading the way.  And I am in heaven.  Beautiful country silence. The only sound being our own movements and the dog’s happy breathing.   No other signs of life, though there are cougars in the area.  We keep walking through the creek bed until we come to where it crosses under gravel road with a small, tomblike, bypass.  We hesitate, then go through.  Burrowing underground like God’s little creatures we are.  Asses in the air, all feet and hands.  The other side of this opens out onto a small pond.  We watch the dogs nose around a bit and head back.  Triumphantly letting out a celebratory WHOOP as we clear out through the thorn bushes and onto dirt road.

I think I have a computer virus!  Pretty scary!  If I go MIA for a few days you know what’s up!  I was telling my boss earlier today about the extent of my previous religiosity.  My daughters were not allowed to play with Barbie.  We didn’t celebrate Halloween.  As a matter of fact, I handed out religious pamphlets to trick-or-treaters.  lol  I had friends whom you could not sneeze in front of because they thought you were expelling a demon.  My, how my nose would itch!  Living in a world where everything is black and white, right or wrong, is not a happy world.  Living a fear ridden life and one full of judgement on the ways of the world, is no longer for me.  I love the world. I accept it for what it is.  I say come now world!  I want to dwell in you, know you, hold you, embrace you.  Your ways are my ways, for I am one with you.  I belong to the earth.  The earth belongs to me.  If this is wrong, I cannot be right.  Today was active rest day.  In the morning, 6 minute jog, 10 minute elliptical, 5 minute bike.  About 5 sets each, light weight only for back, biceps, and triceps.  Tonight after work, 30 minutes stairmill.  Tomorrow I box jump and kill my legs.