... for the birthday wishes!
Twas indeed a fabulous day :)
Who else can say they had strangers (plural - more than one person) playing with their tits, on their birthday? EXACTLY!
Sweet mammaries...
WW ;)
PS. Got another job, with Parks Canada. It's seasonal. Benefits all year through. And a regular pay check. Ahhhh...
39 and counting...
Relaxed at a mineral spa pool for the morning.
Boob squishing torture session followed.
Lunch by 3pm with yummy dessert.
My mom and my bestest friend from grade three, BOTH joined me.
Met up with my honey, bought our new laptop.
Eating and celebrating with the two munchkins still at home.
Time to unwind; a movie about a mouse...
Happy Day!
A white laundry basket!
I was given a crap load of books yesterday, by a very generous client of mine.
Pabster has recommended, in the past, the book, "Stone Angel". It was amongst several other 'should reads' I have always meant to read. Ya!
Hooked to books, it could be worse. A lot worse ;)
Tomorrow is the Majestic's Car Show and the Taboo Sex Trade Show. I'm equally pumped! Okay, I'm leaning towards the trade show an eency weensy bit more; cool toys to buy! And the "feelings/emotions/responses" from attending such a fun place :)
Ahhh, it's pretty cool being me!
Today, my daughter (turned 13 last week), had her birthday party. Last week was Easter break so we planned for it this weekend. From 3-7pm I enjoy the company of a million of her closest friends! Alright, about 27, seriously. Ugh. We held the festivities at the fitness studio I rent. "Survivor" was our theme, challenges were the game. And not slapping the shit out of them was my goal; successfully completed I might add. WOO HOO me!
A few games on Wordscrapper and Scramble and I'm off to bed. Getting up every day at 5:30 for a run makes for early bedtimes!
Night,
Golly, golly, gosh.
This morning was weigh in (WEEK 3) and I stayed the same, dangit!
Shit sticks!
Yeah, it's better than gaining. I know. My goal is 3 lbs a week; this week I will have to lose 6lbs now. Good Lord! LOL
Oh well. I know where I faltered, so, it's all good. I'll stop eating all the icing off the cakes we consume for birthday celebrations, for the next few weeks. The dogs probably don't need to eat all the cake I discard. I just LOVE icing.
I will limit my obsession to ONE piece, that's it, that's all, no more, the end :)
AND, I really need to eat veggies. I hate em. Yuck. This week I will implement a salad a day to up my veggie intake. The drinking of water I have been doing rather good on, as my running seems to be taking off; last week I ran every day!
Some less, some more, some faster, some slower... it's a great feeling of accomplishment when I'm finished whatever "type" of walk/run/jog/wog ;-)
Believe it or not, today I feel pretty darn goddess like. Even without the scheduled 3lbs loss that was to happen. Odd. Interesting.
Oh...
That darn D-Word. Or was I simply just a little down? People have ups and downs, I'm assured by friends and family (even the occasional therapist). My downs, are dark, deep, scary places lasting for days, weeks, and if I'm not too careful months. With the support of people that really do seem to care, I'm back :)
At the beginning of April I decided to take control of my life again. With this goal set forth before me, it was inevitable that the dreaded "change" thing was going to have to happen. It did. Happen, that is :)
- I teach 10 classes per week, three of these are an early morning learn to run group which really has my spirits lifted! My stability ball class is more about balance and stuff that's new to me - hard for me to do. I'm having such a learning blast, feeling muscles I forgot I had! I was once at 8lb weights in class (most women use a 2lb, 3lb or at most 5lb weights) I was down to a 3lb weight, and still the energy wasn't available for me to use. I'm up to the 5lbs again and sometimes the 8lbs ;) It feel glorious - are those angels in heaven that I hear?
Even on the days I don't teach. MY run days. For me, and only me. I allow one day off a week whereas I typically have a pajama day - yay!
I hate running. LOL - A lot. But for my mind, running is like therapy for my spirits; they soar after accomplishing the run. Sometimes, I work through shit. Often, I just concentrate on running, moving my feet forward, not giving up, breathing, and of course the most important aspect of the run, a smile :) Cheesy? Yeah, but it works for me! Seriously, when my run is over life seems clearer; the clouds part allowing the warm sunshine upon me and for the rest of my day.
Last time I did this was right before surgery two years ago. I knew I was up. And I was. This knowledge didn't send me over the edge, rather the knowing has allowed me the courage to take some control back in regards to my eating behaviours. It's all good. And if I ever decide to make a fitness/running clothing line, I want the name to be "Chunky Monkey Gear"... Has a definite cute ring to it, no?
One of my journal endings went something like this,
"I'm dying and starving to death!"
I wasn't. I felt like I was. I wrote it down. I laughed. I shared it with others and made them laugh. I succeeded in doing what was needing to be done.
I'm like an indestructible bug ;)
Perhaps an hour a week? Yeah, one program a week sounds about right. I, however have been reading - my escape from reality. And loving it!
In recent news:
Easter was fantastic. All four kidlettes were home Friday night, we did dinner/supper that evening. The Saturday our Easter bunny came (she got up at 3am to hide approximately 100 eggs - Mr. Bunny helped too) all the kids, 20, 19, 18, 13 hunted for the darn eggs! And then we made a big breakfast enjoying having everyone around for the last time for a while... truly a blessed weekend :)
This weeks it is little monkey butt's birthday (turned 13).
Next week my sexy handsome husband's birthday is on for Monday.
And the following week after his mine appears before my very eyes. I'll be 39, what a weird age. It feels odd just typing it ;-)
Hmmm, my life isn't really THAT exciting, but I'm okay with it, totally!
My blessings:
- a husband who loves me and treats me like a princess all depending on the costume ;-)
- four kids managing their way through life the best they can, learning so much all the time
- family support and love reaching out to me always
- a gaggle of well meaning, caring people around for me when I need them
- life, happiness, feeling good, allowing myself a cry when is needed (twice a year would be ample), feeling like I truly do matter
- etc...
Until next time - enjoy!
Blowing, making, popping.
Sticky, messy, wet.
Laughing, smiling, fun.
Exuberant, joyously unrestrained, childlike.
Yay bubbles!
Aw, now who doesn't love bubbles?
Naturally, I must point out the equally obvious and adorable baby face!
Aw!
You see, my opinion matters very little to anyone but me. It's required to aid my journey through life, as does that rumble in the pit of my belly. My words, thoughts, view points and objectives do not determine who I am rather they join forces with me, giving me the most bang for my buck, so to speak :)
I do not intend to perceive I'm more or less than anyone else. I'm just me. I like me; I like that about me.
I also have a difficult time with people who speak ill of so many others. Opinions, yeah they can come in handy, if asked about. However, we so freely give out an opinion without even regarding whether or not it's been asked for. Too bad society has come to think they know what is best for everyone else.
It's also too bad "news" is more about the negative. I dare a paper to come out with their heading in a positive manner every edition, for a year. Pffft, they couldn't do it. Could you?
I'm really too old, too tired and too caught up with making a fun, happy, smiling, laughter filled life to read about:
How evil women are.
Politics and why YOU could do better.
What bastards men are.
How police are deadly creatures imposing force upon unsuspecting, innocent people.
Why the stock market, PLUNGES to all time low.
Racism, white is the new black
In small doses, yes, reality is needed. As an obsession almost an OCD type rant is something I really don't want to, nor need to engage myself in. Especially, daily.
I'm a woman. I like fluffy, cuddly, nice thoughts. I've been plopped right into a life, living it isn't always a rose coloured sunglasses experience.
And so, I've decided, I'm in the middle of life right now. If you'd like to, please leave me a message. I wish you nothing but the most happiness :)
Thank you, come again!
Wowza!
That IS a banana is your pocket after all!
Now, I just have to figure out that butt wiggling move ;-)
This is the "type" of swimsuit that catches my eye! The kind I can't wear! OY VEY! It's snazzy, dazzling shiny RED!
It ties behind the neck and with the low front, my breasts may sneak down to where my vagina currently holds awesome standing!
Sooooo, nopers it is :(
Ooooh, look they do make a swimsuit look damn tempting!
I love the colours together. White and black with a splash of pink, it's SO me. Yeah, and once it's wet, my nipples will be shown through the white section of the blasted bathing suit. GAWD!
Oh my heavens, I'm in love with this colour and pattern. How absolutely feminine and sexy and something I could wear!
I'm getting closer, if not right on the button, finally!!!
DING, DING, DING - I have found a winner!!!!!!!!!!
I can't believe I'm THIS excited over something so simple. I found a swimsuit I think I could live with, for now! It's called a "Double Dip Back" from Ugena.com. I like the full coverage breast area/under arm, the lower cut back, and straps NOT cutting off the circulation around my neck style!
NOTE TO SELF: KISS - keep it simple silly!
I think I believe in Santa again :)
It won't quite look THAT good on me. However, I'm cool with that.
It's one of my favorite colours, green. It's the style I've been searching for without knowing what it was I was indeed struggling to find.
And with a pair of shorts thrown on top, I'll be one cool and comfortable kid!
Yes, I ordered it!
We've hit the (+) weather
I'm tired of hibernating.Tis March I suppose ;)
It's warmed up to a balmy -11C today!
Tomorrow, again, another okay day at -20C. As I dream of summer ahead. I'm also a bit unnerved about that darn bathing suit dilemma posed every freaking year!
I'm beginning early this year.
I am looking for a swimsuit, again. After countless hours of searching, online, in stores, etc. - last summer I found, NADA. Zip! Not one fit me correctly.
So, this year I'm determined and working ahead of the clock, mulling through catalogues, online shopping pages, stores...
I desperately want a new swimsuit!
Any suggestions, go hard! I'm all ears... so to speak ;-)
WW :)
Whine, complain, moan, belittle others...
Shut the f@ck up already!
Guess we all need something to drive us; too bad for some it's some imaginative phobia stemming from probably a - one - uni experience. A waste of time and energy. Hence why...
Snip, snap, snout this tale has been told out!
So, today I was asked to instruct a grade 8 -9 -10 gym class, to give em a good workout, a BOOT CAMP workout! Yeah!
Wow, I'm shocked. Shaken up a little even. Not only was there a TOTAL lack of enthusiasm, the respect was little if not completely nil. I'm flabbergasted. And embarrassed that these young people could not even do a fraction of what was asked of them. Both gym teachers did the workout, sweating, puffing, WORKING HARD - whilst at least 60% of the class did whatever was needed to make it look like they were participating; putting less than the e in effort! The 35% didn't even disguise their disinterest. Now, there was about 5% that maybe tried, and it's a big maybe. Some, apparently don't even change clothes and workout in their daily attire. I heard a lot of excuses, sore shoulders, knee problems, etc. What the hell - 13 - 14 - 15 year olds... Suck it up already! Pfffft, ridiculous.
Wow, just wow.
However with all that I was forced to witness today. I'm extremely appreciative and proud of my four creatures. Active, polite, doing their best, ... I think it's a treat night! Blizzards for all! Yes, rewards are part of my equation in raising kids. I will relay to them, my travels - trials - tribulations from my learning experience today and thank them for doing what is correct - right - expect of them.
I'm still in shock, I think.
Wow.
WW ...
PS. Those "little fuckers" probably isn't the most politically correct way of addressing kids, huh? I shall try to refrain ;-)
Okay, I admit it, I'm goal/objective focused.
As of recently, reading has been a strong passion of mine. I jump from one book right into the next. Delving into each novel with both feet, anticipating the authors words as they dance before my eyes, page after page...
I tend not to watch a lot of television. And when the balance meter on the scale upsets, I watch too much television. Mind numbing story lines, program after program.
When I eat, I keep eating. I love food!
I enjoy a sweaty exercise session and then another, and another...
You get where I am going with this, I hope. If not, put back on your helmet and continue to lick those windows!
So, where the hell is this going you might be about to ask yourself. Yeah, well, April is when my "Learn To Run" class begins. I was thinking how I should really start training myself, before the encouraging of others is on. I, then needed yet another goal. Because, as listed above, I'M JUST LIKE THAT - I went online looking for marathons, charities, etc...
*Shaking Head*
It's true, I am contemplating running in another marathon. I'm freaking insane and perhaps in need of a prescription, QUICK! That is before I sign up and commit myself to this crazy idea... crazy talk... crazy action.
Diabetes, Greece, November...
Obviously a list of the pros and cons are in order.
My mind, it's a powerful tool ;-)
PS. All Goddesses should visit Greece at least once in their lifetime, right?
What I have found out about myself according to my junk mail folder is that I'm apparently a limp, on a lucky streak, lonely, in demand, wanted in the work field, married, consumer of great -amazing-fantastic offers, not smelly enough, woman in need of a Russian bride and sex chat with someone named Nicole, or was that Nikki, no I do believe it may have been Jennifer...
Anyhoo, you get it - I'm simply messed up!
My junk folder's mail for today:
And yet I manage to just barely get by each day knowing there is so much more out there for me... *cheesy porn music*
Naw, I think I'm doing okay for now ;-)
Later Gator,
Author: Harlan Coben
Books: The Myron Bolitar Series
Where to Begin:
DEAL BREAKER - 1st Myron Bolitar Novel
DROP SHOT - 2nd Myron Bolitar Novel
FADE AWAY - 3rd Myron Bolitar Novel
BACK SPIN - 4th Myron Bolitar Novel
ONE FALSE MOVE - 5th Myron Bolitar Novel
THE FINAL DETAIL - 6th Myron Bolitar Novel
DARKEST FEAR - 7th Myron Bolitar Novel
LONG LOST - 8th Harlan’s new Myron Bolitar novel. Available March 31, 2009.
Type: Mystery/Comedy/Awesomeness ;-)
What to expect: Greatness, okay perhaps I'm a bit over the top. But seriously, I don't think I am. This series of reading material is just such a joy! A mystery. Lovable characters. Wit. Sarcasm. Intelligence with a quick humour aspect.
Myron is an ex-pro athlete, now sports agent. His favorite beverage is Yoo-Hoo. His best friends are an ex wrestler and psychotic friend whom I think I'm imaginarily (my word) in love with :) He is a mommy's boy. A man in his thirties, just figuring out who he is through his involvement in some pretty risky "murder/mystery/adventures".
I could never do the books justice, trust me, just this once, you will NOT be lead astray. Promise!
Comment: I have never read more than a few books from any said author, perhaps three tops the list. ALL these "Myron Bolitar" books were truly a fun imaginary trip beyond what I have ever expected in any author.
As I've mentioned before, I don't drink, smoke, do drugs, etc... reading is how I escape and regroup. I was recommended these books by no one less than, MY MOTHER. And reading the last book was almost like "coming clean". I knew it was the last book, at least until the end of March and I just didn't ever want it to end.
I have now begun a few light reads (yes, I seemingly am let down by other authors NOW), removing myself from my addiction to Harlan Coben's awesome wit and writings. I will require strength from you all. March just might be the longest month imaginable... Better stock up on chocolate!
I've been ruined for any other author... the shame, the guilt and pure adulterated ecstasy of finding such joy and hell, I'm not even menopausal yet! WOO HOO!
Out!
My sexy, funnily, shocked, over smiling, goofy face!
A special post for my husband:
Bite me!
A little nibble?
I dare you...
Puhlease :)
With Love - your forever horny (and apparently classy) wife,
