MILF HUNTRESS

I despise weakness in people.  I don’t know where this came from as I was always a bleeding heart before.  I mean this in the biggest sense of the word.  Pick up the weak, help the lame.  Now I feel, if you can’t stand on your own two feet then fall.  The weak shall perish.  Perhaps listening to too much Rammstein.  Perhaps a little Ayn Rand indocrination.  All I know is, I respect the strong.  I respect those of little need.  I respect myself.

I am not ashamed to say I have a bit of a muscle fetish.  When I see a man with muscles, or even a woman, I believe those muscles were built not just to be looked at with one’s eyes, but to be touched with one’s hands.

Muscularity represents so much to me more than actual muscle.  It represents will power, discipline, internal and external strength, tenacity, pride.  In a word, greatness.   

Whether amateur, professional, or somewhere in-between, Keep building those pretty muscles boys and girls!  They suit you oh so well.

I am reading everyone’s blogs this morning (which I am sorry but I never have time to do anymore).  And I realize, what I am actually doing is psyching myself up for the gym!  I don’t have cable or satellite.  No access to lifters there.  No old Corey Everson tapes laying around.  I’ve watched Pumping Iron at least 10 times already.  What I have left to inspire me are YOUR blogs.  YOUR lives, YOUR experiences at the gym.  THANKS FOR SHARING!  Training legs today.  Going heavy, 4-6 reps.  As many sets as I can pump out in 2 hours.  It’s my day off work…I refuse to leave a minute early.  10 minute run for warmup.  If I don’t hobble or crawl out the door afterward, I will have failed my mission.  I want sweat to pour from head to toe.   Maybe even a little blood.  I want to feel like I am dying. 

Well here’s to a great workout and doing everything that I’m not supposed to be doing.  Oh yes.  Straight leg deads, regular deads, squats, plie squats, one legged straight legged squats, lunges.  Even tried the leg press, but that pulled on my incision too much.  Ouch.  A total 35 minutes cardio.  Half before, half after.  Also a nice, quick tan.

What a beautiful day today!!  No need for air conditioning.  Open up those windows and doors Missouri folks!

Going to pick up the kids who have been staying with their grandmother for a few days.  Think I’ll make hubbie stop on the way for a nice buffet.   About 3 plates of salad bar and a big iced tea should hit the spot.

I plan on updating my pictures this week.  It’s been awhile, and I need a new starting point.  I am about to start lifting very heavy. 

I even deleted some old pictures a day or so ago to make room for the new.  Went to take some new pictures last night….but those little bitches stole the camera.  OK…It’s their camera.  But still they took it.

PS…..Yeah for Gemini Jedi!!!  She is my new hero.  I am both ELATED by her success, and super bummed that someone that absolutely beautiful and dialed in can leave a contest without making top 10.  How terrifying.  When I see her pictures I see first place.  I look at her posing, her physique, her smile, and I say, "That’s the one!!  First place for that girl!!!"  I have no doubt that a first place trophy is in her future.  YEAH GEMINI!  Way to go girl!

Anyone seen or heard of “Hard Bodz” magazine?  I saw the cover on a girlie mag rack on the way home from the lake and tried to buy it.  The girls behind the counter looked at me like I was crazy, and couldn’t find a copy.  I asked for the display but they said they couldn’t open the case. 

The model on the cover looked familiar.  I wish I could place her.  Since the magazine was locked up I am presuming it contained nudity.  Nothing I haven’t seen before.  I am in need of motivation.  I am surrounded by average to out of shape people in my day to day life.  I forget sometimes what I am going for. 

“Why am I turning down that chocolate again???  Oh yes….because I want to look like THIS!” 

I want to look like Ms Marvel, or take your pic of any other magazine heroine.  The overly exxagerated, beautifully muscley, super-sized breast, bad ass version of female. 

I’ve been looking through some anime at work while things have been slow.  There is alot of truth in anime.  It is like taking all of the good, dramatic, truthful scenes in life, and throwing out the mundane, boring parts.  I especially love the touch of sub-dom that these magazines hint and allude to.  As you have probably guessed, that is kindof  my thing….at least in my imagination.

Back from the lake, and I had a good time.  Spent time with the in-laws, nieces and nephews, got some sun, went on a short hike with my girls, saw a beautiful rainbow over the waters, read an entire book, ate way too much.

Two days off, and I am biting at the bit to get back into the gym.

Be it ever so lovely,….there is no place like home.

Had a nice and silly workout with the hubbie tonight.  Taught him a few things.  Things like the standing (bent over) concentration curl.   

"What’s that called?" he asked. 

"That there’s called the come and PIITB curl," I responded.

"I’m Arnold and you’re Louie", I said.  "And later when we shower…….I am going to put it in your ass."

(Well…….like you know Arnold did!)

"Then how come I’m the one with the penis?" said hubbie.

Oh yes…….we had fun.  Couple of goofballs. 

"Damn baby.  When I’m not busy hating you, I kindof like you." 

"Thanks for not being embarrassed to work out with me", hubbie later said. 

Now why in the hell would I be embarrassed???   We all have to start somewhere.  And it takes courage to begin.

Dear hubbie,

Just because you have to schlep beer 16 hours a day to support your family and don’t have time or energy left at the end of the day to contribute to your muscle building, you think I will think less of you?  For this I am proud.  You have served your family well. 

You take pride in your wife and children.  You drive an hour and a half to work for us everyday.  You work a 12 hour day, and then drive another hour and a half home again.  You wear your body to the bone, then spend every copper penny you earn to keep us sheltered, happy, well fed, and satisfied.  You come home to the horny housewife and keep her satisfied as well.   Your life is filled with sacrifices that the average man would never understand. 

I am more than not embarrassed.  I am honoured.  Honoured that after 21 years I still have you.  Pleased as punch that I still make you tick and keep you on edge.  Tickled silly that our sex is so dirty it would make ordinary people’s hair stand on end.

Is my husband a big man?  Oh yeah.  Big man.  Big heart, big soul, big boy.  This is how I define BIG.

This my dear readers, is where bigness counts.