MILF HUNTRESS

I can’t wait until tomorrow’s workout!  I missed three days and was entirely wigged out when my car wouldn’t start this morning.  Perhaps even more wigged out than when it wouldn’t start 240 miles from home yesterday.  Daughter is enrolled and officially oriented at new school.  A very nice school full of intellectual nerds, which I highly approve of.  Spent Saturday & Sunday LAKING it.  F-ck me!  F-ck me!  F-ck me sun!  I’m a summer time girl.  Always have been.  Always will be.  So yes.  Gladly back at the gym today.  After getting a ride from farmer down the road who had mercy on me.  About 2 hours and 20 minutes.  Focused mostly on BB squats (12 sets) and 45 lb plate hyper extensions (7+ sets).  About 15 sets of abs.  16 minute run (jog) and 5 minutes elliptical.  Think I will do some long jumps and such in the basement.  At least 20 minutes of legs and ass something.

And all I care about, all I look forward to

is tomorrow’s workout.

Everyone will have to forgive me when I don’t get back with you

until Tuesday.  I have a weekend at the lake planned.  Then I take

daughter for her college orientation.  Worked all day……BUT SHEESH!

I HATE working all day without having a workout under my belt!  Makes me

grouchy, irritable.  Makes me want to bounce HEADS.  Ran (jogged) 15 minutes

on break.  Hit up Subway for an oven roasted chicken salad afterward.  I eat these with everything, including jalapenos.  Plus oil, vinegar, S&P.  Sometimes regretting the pickles.

I could feel that I’ve gained today in my run.   There is a definite cut off between fit to run and fit to walk the incline.

Anyone else feel the urge to pound their head when they are lifting?  I love it when the gym

is alone so I can act a complete and utter fool.   Sometimes this stands in the way of any actual lifting……which can be problematic.

Latest picture was inspired by a walk inside the break room.  I happened a quick glance in the mirror and thought,  “Why that woman has SLUT written all over her face!”   My avi was born.   Also perhaps inspired by “Wild At Heart”, (certainly in my top 3 of favorite movies),  where crazy momma writes all over her face in red lipstick during psychotic breakdown.  I do enjoy being crazy.  Certainly hope I don’t ever cross the line over into Wild At Heart crazy.  That is unless I get to be institutionalized with Jack.

Ever had one of those nights when you really really didn’t want to run………but made yourself run anyway?

Yeah, this wasn’t one of those nights.

I haven’t stopped posting photos because I am any less vain.  I ceased posting photos because my youngest daughter broke the camera.  Oldest daughter finally got her license today, which means people need to stay off the sidewalks.  So Michael J and Farrah Faucett both in the same day?  I am shocked.  Farrah should never have grown old in the first place.  I don’t think there ever was a prettier lady.  I grew up on Charlie’s Angels.  This show set a precedent and a positive new paradigm for women of my generation. Unlike women before us, girls my age were instructed in the knowledge that we could look good in a polyester pant suit and KICK ASS at the same time.  And wowzers~~~ Farrah’s smile. 

Poor pussy.  Poor pussy cat.

I cannot live a double life.  I just can’t.  Be fully WARNED parents……anything you do YOUR CHILDREN will eventually find out about.  As in, earlier today, I messaged good friend “K”.  “Hey K!  I just had the best orgasm of my life imagining “D.N” putting it in your ass!”  Later on, messaging “K” from tanning bed.  “Talk to you later…I’m going to tan now.”  “K” messages back.  “Keep your hands out of your pants…yeah like that’s possible.  ROFL.”  I’m like, “Well as you already know, I already did that.”  He’s like, “No, I know nothing about that.”  I am suddenly aware that in the bask of my afterglow……I QUITE POSSIBLY SENT THIS MESSAGE TO MY DAUGHTER.  Which would also explain why she did not come out of her room all morning. 

During workout I see missed call from daughter.  Try to call back 3 times to no avail.  Getting off phone from my husband he says, “Did N find ID for her driver’s permit?  She couldn’t get ahold of you so I told her to go look in my box.” 

OK.  So hubbie’s personnel box is RIGHT NEXT TO my personal box.  Meaning PORN STASH.  G-d awful stuff.  The very WORST.  NOT my taste…….my best friend’s.  I WAS DESPERATE AND HE WAS WILLING. 

SO many years later and I still have my friend’s porn.  The kids are now gone with grandmother and I am left wondering, “Did daughter find her birth certificate?”

Men have always liked to see.

Ladies, make your bodies SO DOGGONE F-CKING HOT…that YOU”RE the one begging to leave the lights on.

So he had an affair.  What the heck does this have to do with what the man does in office?  I do not understand, and never will understand, the hypocricy of societal situations.  What do you want to bet this man’s wife stopped having sex with him a half dozen years ago?  OR only wants to do it missionary…..with the lights off?  The men who FOUNDED this country were having sex with their slave women.  None of them were forced to resign.  It really is time people speak up on this issue.  A man’s personal life and his work life are SEPARATE.