Spanishbelle’s BodyBlog

During a girlfriend visit, drinks, sanz hubands, girl conversation,  we discovered we both like strip joints.  So, we agreed, let’s go to a strip joint together.  A girl thing.  However, when husbands heard of it….they were coming! 

It’s been a while since I’ve stepped into one of these places.  Since my twenties!  I have to say, I was a little shy.  It was an all nude place and maybe that’s what irked me, coo-chies and naked ass everywhere!  I wrestled with my 30 something conscious.  I was there, I was going to have a good time.  Unfortunately, most girls were out of shape and there was too much light in the club to mask some of that junk!  Not to mention some of these girls smell a little after all the dancing they do. 

As the night wore on a couple of hot chicks came out.  My girlfriend and I decided to give out some money to these girls.  So, up we go, both girls weren’t as willing to show us their stuff as they did when men approached.  I told her, "if i’m going to give you some money let me see it!"  She did.  Surprise!  Surprise!  My girlfriend exclaimed, "It’s so big!  I’ve never seen one so big."  I looked at the stipper’s good girl then looked at her and said, "OMG, it looks like a little dick.  What did you do to it?"  She laughed.  Seriously, her clit looked like a minature dick.  She said it’d always been that way.  I felt something was up, literally and literally!  Next girl came up, very cute and great shape.  She showed us her good girl, another surprise!  A piercing.  I asked if it hurt.  She’d never cursed so much for the first five minutes after the piercing she responded.  I asked how her sex life was after the piercing.  She said it was out of this world, much, much better.  It was quite a sight, my girlfriend and I having a conversation with these girls coo-chies close-up in our faces.  Two girls was all the coo-chie and coo-chie conversation I could handle up close and personal.  My girlfriend went up for more.  The experience was most certainly different than what I remember in my twenties!  I’m not sure yet, but,  I’m thinking it was kinda cool. 

This Texas heat is killing me.  I’d enjoy it more if I was under a trees shade with a nice drink in hand, not necessarily alcoholic.  However, when you’re in the middle of it and trying to get some running in, it can be downright unbearable.  I’ve lost my appetite with this heat and my need for water!  Running a little malnourished and on the dehydrated side of things makes for an even more difficult run.  Good news is, I cross train tomorrow.  I’m looking forward to that.  Good news is, I’ve been consistent about doing my time.  Good news is, when you’re consistent and it’s a struggle, the struggling begins to matter and aggitate.  I’ve done a little better today, not where it should be, but it’s progress in the right direction.

I hit the weights, got a nice short and sweet run in and ate like a champion….not much else to say. 

There’s always something to tend to or someone, especially when the kids are out of school!  Mommy this, mommy that, honey here, honey there.  STOP!  I get sucked into it, it’s a vicious cycle.  I try to fit just one more thing onto my to do list, push my workout time another 30 minutes and by the time I know it, the day is gone.  I’m tired, it’s late and the barage of excuses go on and on!  Needless to say, working out is just not coming easy to me and it’s been going on for quite some time.  Boy have I got some junk here and there.  Whew!  Lot’s of booty and thighs.  I’m a very healthy latina right now.  And this PMS thing..ugh.   The minute I woke up this morning,  my left ovary was threating to burst out of me.  I did get my run in today, unfortunately, no time for weight training.  Today is better than yesterday and although I’m not thrilled about it, it’ll have to do.  Of course, I did make time for a a corny joke for hump Wednesday.

A woman in labor is screaming profanity at her husband.  He says, “Hey, don’t blame me!  I wanted to stick it up your a#s, but nooooooo that might hurt!”

It’s summer….hot, a girl needs refreshments.  So, hubby and I have these new friends and they like to shoot the whiskey.  Well, I’m trying to find my tolerance or build my tolerance.  I just don’t know yet! Personally, it’s been a long time since I’ve done shots of any kind, since my early twenties.  I used to drink straight liquor in my twenties, I hated beer.  After a while my stomach had had enough.  So the first time I shot the whiskey, now in my thirties, I puked…everywhere.  I am a very gracious puker by the way, I make no noise.  Something that a couple of girlfriends have complimented me on.  Anyway, after a couple of more times of shooting the whiskey I got over the puking. This one time, after I don’t know how many shots, I say three….hubby says five, I wrestled my girlfriend to the floor three times.  I was wearing a dress, yes, very lady like here.  I straddled her on the third time I took her down and pinned her to the floor with her arms above her head.  Don’t think I’m picking on her here.  We are both the same size and she actually weighs more than I do.  However, she does not work-out with weights, something that I mentioned that night when she couldn’t get me off of her.  Afterwards, believe it or not, (my husband still can’t believe it) I put my crotch in her face and told her to let me feel some tongue!  I was humping her face.  She was screaming hysterically.  Of course, my crotch was close to her face but not ON it!  She had room to breath, yell, and complain.  After I let her up, our husbands still at a loss for words with their mouths hanging open, she admitted it was the closest she’d every been to any female’s crotch.  It was all fun and games, we’ve laughed about it since.  This last weekend we met to have a couple of drinks at a bar.  Next thing I know there’s a Tequilla shot next to me.  I gave her a long look, "Seriously bi#*h?"  she laughed.  Fast forwarding the chain of events that took place on this night, she ended up in the pool!