Quote for the Week!

Quote for the week:

"Whatever you give a woman, she's going to multiply.
If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.

If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.

If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.

So - if you give her any crap, you can expect a ton of shit."

WW :)

PS. A special thank you to Pabsters for that cute lil email!

Hump Day?

Wednesday, hump day, or not...

You decide!

WW :)

Point Blank, NO SHOOTING!

Being slightly aloof and withdrawn these days; typical Saskatchewan manic neurotic delusional woman, I guess.

When things hurt, I cocoon myself from everything. Like many others I'm simply preserving myself, saving what tiny morsels are left of my soul.

The health issues tossed me for a loop. The tragically tired; ZIP energy sucks.

Christmas, the time of beautiful glowing lights, crisp white snow, adorable children so very excited for the holidays approaching. Yet, I cry. Just once, when curled safe in my sweet husbands arms. Then, I poured, sobbed tears. Christmas, a bitter sweet time every year.

Son rolled the car - FREAKED me out. That was also the night I decided Ativan is EVIL. No more! I only had 15 "anxiety pills" - 15 too many I'd say.

Feel it, deal with it, get over it... Shit, it's been going around for centuries, I think I can - I think I can - I think I can...

I don't turn on my cell phone, I don't answer the house phone. Not too busy at work this month therefore I'm not getting out very much (which I really don't mind as I'm definitely a homebody). I teach a class - "turned on for my viewing audience". I finish a class, "turned off and totally drained".

I have become comfortably numb.

I sit. Sometimes I sit and stare. And in a good moment I sit, stare and think. I try not to do the latter as often on days-weeks-months like now. It's all perverted, my distortion of reality off kilter. See, I can type perversion and not even think of anything funny. Well, NOW I can and I'm smiling... chuckling a bit even.

Oh Lord help me, I even watched Oprah yesterday. Hey, did you know in Mauritania I am truly a Goddess! The men love their women fat, divorced, with stretch marks and thick ankles! Anyone who debates the existence of God, pfffft, are retarded.

I'm a dork. A loved, special (Pabsters even said so!) person :)

My sister's emotion expressed to me about loving me "so much", always gives me a lift. I really do care what she thinks. Weird, I'm five years older than she. Still, she mentions how I may just be her hero and I fight the tears.

Seamus, reminding me several times a day of his love for me is truly a blessing. Someone really, REALLY does love me, I am that desired woman to a handsome sexy man. His touches (gropes ;)) and his loving manner along with his well defined arm space just right for a hug or cuddle - wow, I'm indeed a lucky kid.

Friends, family, hubby, kidlettes all know this pattern of seclusion I enter every so often. Not that THAT makes it right. But, it does allow me to gather the courage to get back up on my horse and ride into the sunset, over and over and over again :)

I am feeling better already, must have been the awesome sex twice last night or sexy orgasmic morning sex. OR, it could be ... ah never mind ;-)

WW...

Miles Per Gallon

37 miles per gallon

Created by The Car Connection

How Beautiful...

How Beautiful...

My Appointments DONE - FINISHED - COMPLETE!

TEST RESULTS:
I DO, AFTER ALL have TWO boobs :)

They have located a mass on my right breast (her name is Cystella, we've become close ;) but they feel at this time it's all good.

I do have to go for a follow up mammogram in 6 months time to see if there is any change, progression, etc in Cystella.

My blood tests reveal I'm anaemic. No shit, you don't say? Now someone might believe me when I'm explaining how tired I've been. I'm really not THAT lethargic or lazy, really :)

I am on some medication to raise my iron levels. And hopefully energy levels follow soon!

AS QUOTED IN MY EMAIL TO FRIENDS AND FAMILY:

"My cholesterol great, no risk of diabetes, etc.. I'm pretty freaking amazing; in fact I think the test results said something EXACTLY like that: "This patient Wonder Woman is FREAKING AMAZING". Then I saw a gold star or something like that beside my report card ;-) Okay, so there you go, the scoop. "

And that darn pulled tooth, infection of the bones under the gums seems to be gone! Apparently I am not a force to be reckoned with, after all ;-)

WW :)

PS. When the desire, energy resurfaces (and trust me it's inevitable - evil smirk) I will be back to reporting live to you about everything you don't really wanna know nor care the slightest bit about! Until then, hang loose! Heh.

Remembrance Day

Fuck Me It's Friday!

As stated so eloquently above...

I'm not really that mysterious, now am I?

WW ;)

Drugged Up and Nowhere to Go...

PS. I hate everyone, today.

Remember that October goal list (October 4th to be exact). Yeah, well, you all suck for not mentioning to me that perhaps a gazillion (my word) appointments would perhaps be "over shooting" and remind me of the moderation thing.

I had a tooth pulled today. A BIG MOTHER FUCKING ASSED TOOTH.

Steps for me to go to the dentist:

make appointment,

get my prescription for Xanax,

take Xanax 1 hour before appointment,

go to appointment,

hear the dentist explaining to me how the freezing may "pinch" a bit (btw - fuck him too!),

hear my tooth crack,

feel my head being pulled from side to side,

TRY TO KEEP BREATHING AND RELAX (riiiiight),

feel him popping/scraping the obvious infection surrounding the not-there-anymore tooth,

attempt not not gag or vomit after tasting the blood in my mouth.

I then was written out a prescription for 292s (not nearly strong enough dammit!)and antibiotics. I sat whilst my husband ran over the pharmacy to have them filled; I was still a bit woozy from the Xanax and trauma! The pain began BEFORE I left the office. I promptly took two 292s and am doing what I was told to, nothing. Not even sleep. I need to hold pressure on the vacant spot. I will drain for a while due to me not having stitches. The reason for the lack of sutures was the infection, it needs to drain.

I'm starving, not to death.

I'm sore, death is a rose coloured sunglasses idea right about now.

It freaking hurts, a lot (two words).

I taste a blood bath with ever swallow - gags.

Sigh.

So, I bet you still want dirty scantily dressed women with this post of my obvious suffering, huh?

BITE ME!

I Couldn't Eat Another Mouthful!

Just one more bite, please!

It's Monday, the work week has begun, again. My goal is not to overwhelm you with "should, could, needs, etc" however, just one more thing...

LUNGES!



Huh? - Add em to your walk or your fitness routine.

Why? - These stretch the muscles in your lower body and increase flexibility in your hip flexors, but lunges also strengthen your quads and glutes.

Eh? - They give you stronger legs, a tighter ass, stretch out what only wild sex only could previously do for you, and a larger muscle group which means you use up a few more calories ;-)

Yeah, well I would but... I have bad knees, ankles, hips! I can't lunge. Oh, how I wish I could though. I used to. Loved em.

Uh Huh, riiiight! - One more great benefit of lunges is not even general leg strength (Which you do get!), but rather, the lateral core, hip, knee, ankle, and foot stability challenge (Oh, look it here, everyone could benefit from a few lunges, interesting.). This is a great way to increase lateral stability challenge and improvement.

How? - Jodi explains "The Lunge" very well and you will definitely swallow that mouthful! Ps. You so won't look like Jodi just by doing a few extra lunges during your day, sorry :)

Okay, that's all for now.

Have fun lunging-a-round..

WW ;)

A funny for you...

The Penis Study


The American Government funded a study to see why the head of a man's penis was larger than the shaft.

After 1 year and $180,000, they concluded that the reason that the head was larger than the shaft was to give the man more pleasure during sex.

After the US published the study, the French decided to do their own study. After $250,000 and 3 years of research, they concluded that the reason the head was larger than the shaft was to give the woman more pleasure during sex.

Canadians, unsatisfied with these findings, conducted their own study. After 2 weeks, a cost of $75.46, and 2 cases of beer, they concluded that it was to keep a man's hand from flying off and hitting himself in the forehead.

Buuhahahahahahaaaaaa...