Wednesday, 25 March 2015

Random Wednesday Musings

I am really glad there is not a diner nearby in my town.
I feel like sitting, eating pie and drinking coffee.

I have always enjoyed talking to older folks.
My aunt had a beauty salon in my grandmother's home.
She catered to the little old ladies who were married after WWII.
I always loved listening to their stories as they recalled their youth.
Some of those ladies were a little wicked for the day.
I loved the sparkle in their eyes when they recalled dances, dating, men.

Two weekends ago, I went to my first VFW Patriots Breakfast.
It is only held once a month, and the proceeds go to help with their charities - one being a home they have for some homeless veterans.
I believe they have five people living their at the moment.
Anyway, now, I am listening to men recall stories.
It is something that I think far too people do, listen and learn.

One man that I was speaking to, brought up his daughter and her side interest - roller derby.
When I told him that I was a recruit and then refereed for a little over a year, the fun conversation began.
Imagine that?!
We had a ball talking about the leagues here.
He was so proud of his daughter, and loved the sport.
Quirky topic to hit on, isn't it?

I think when I grow old that I am going to be one of those fixtures somewhere in town.
You'll see me every morning in the same seat.
I will people watch and try to start conversations with people.
All of the waitstaff will know my name and know exactly what I order every day.
See my family stops with me.
I am an only child.
I have no siblings.
and no kidlings.
Hopefully, someone will listen to my stories when the time comes because I plan on having fascinating ones to share.

And god help whoever finds my journals...
Maybe I'll become notorious.

And now back to pursuing my banging body.

Monday, 16 March 2015


There are so many times that I wish I could be more girly.
Those of you who have followed over the years saw when I was.
Now, I'm not saying that I need to do that everyday, but at times, I miss dressing up.
That collection of clothes is long gone.
The shoes, however, are not!
I do keep buying crazy gorgeous heels, mainly from the stripper store.
I love them.
They are pretty.
Many have not come out of the box since I've bought them.
Because I live here.
(Well this area, lol, this shot was miles down the road from the house, but you get the drift of the terrain.)
There are no sidewalks, no paved drives.
Heck, even the very few restaurant and shopping areas are dirt and gravel parking.
So, I'll settle for cute Vans, and just carry my pretty shoes whenever we head into the city.

And there's always red lips to dress up even a sweatshirt, hahaha. 
And yes, there are times I wear makeup to the gym, why?
Because I want to.

First day above 55 in ages!!
Had to go exploring the new hood.

And, yes, I do like Pink Floyd.
Nope, I don't partake of the legal recreational stuff here.
I'm a spirits girl through and through.
Favorite song... Wish You Were Here because of this:

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.

Flove that so much. 

Friday, 13 March 2015

You know what today is!!

And guess what?
We now live down the road from here!
(p.s. It's been for sale for years o.O)
I suppose that I will have to try and not have sex outside,
let my boobs fly out of my top,
not drink, smoke or turn out the lights in another room tonight...

Monday, 9 March 2015

Food & Unicorn Sex

I know some of you also compete.
Is it just me, or do you also like being given your meal plans and workouts?
It's kind of cool for me.
I actually love having everything all outlined for me.
No thinking, no worrying.
Here it is.
Just do this and cook this and eat this.
It's all one less thing for me to deal with, and I really love it.
Since I have been sliding down that slippery slope of badness,
I pulled out my plans.
Since I have no plans of a competition in the near future, I'm going to pretend that I may.
Time to get it in gear if I plan on prancing around scantily clad in the next few months!
I also have come to the realization that I dress like pure unadulterated unicorn sex.

Maybe I should quit dressing like I'm eight years old...

Friday, 6 March 2015

I'm not going to lie.
I have not been my best lately.
What can I say?
Chicken wings and spirits have been partying with me a little too much.
I lost my umph, even though I thought I had it.
In fact today, I am dragging bum, still in my warm jammies, sipping coffee, playing on the web, just now making breakfast when I should have eaten a few hours ago.
I am going to go to the gym.
I am.
I just don't feel like it.
I also have to make the grocery run.
I just don't feel like it.
I just want to sit, look at cook books, make really decadent food and eat... and roll around in bed too.
I won't.

I need someone to kick my bum back in gear.
I want my coach, lol.
But now that we've moved, she's so far away, booooo.
Though, I'm talking myself into making the drive once a week.
It's not that bad, right?
I need her to keep me in line.

So, here's what I look like right now.
Well, yesterday.
Yep, fluffy mess.
But I was wearing my cool sea-life leggings. 

Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Ass Update

My goal is to wear highly age inappropriate clothing this summer.
Can you say booty shorts on a 40-something year old woman?
I can.
Hell, the husband even picks up those far too short shorts in the teen section when we are in the stores.
I have yet to buy any. I have rampant nightmares of camel toe or being so short that my cheeks will be smiling at everyone.

I'm still revving myself up to bare it all in public and around town.
I'm working on making that booty pop.
Should I now learn to twerk?
Not sure that I'm ready for that just yet.

So, plan red lips and ass is still going.
If my ass gets in good enough shape, maybe I can get lucky and have that red too. 
*wink, wink, nudge, nudge*

Thursday, 19 February 2015


Someone once told me that the reason we are disappointed in other people is that we place expectations on them. Basically, we think that because we would do something for someone, we automatically tend to think that everyone else believes the same.
Because we follow the laws and rules does not mean everyone else believes in following them.
Because we were raised to believe in a certain way of acting or manners or etiquette does not other know them.
In actuality, no one knows what the other is thinking.
Thus, we become upset with friends, family, co-workers...
I have come to believe that this is true.

Even when you openly explain your hopes to others, it doesn't mean that they will accept these desires or live up to them.

What do you do?

I have been learning to just not expect anything or reciprocation from anyone.
When I go into relationships in this way, I'm less likely to get my feelings all aspects.
I just do what I know that I would do for anyone and not expect anything in return, including thanks or apologies, when I am treated in what my head I consider a wrong manner.
Believe it or not, it is beginning to work, and I am becoming more able to blow off things that would have had me in tears in the past.
Perhaps in the same vain, I am a little stupid for continuing to help or work or remain in said relationships. Maybe I should do like most, close the door and move on, but sometimes, it's not always an option. Or, I'm a glutton for punishment, lol.

On to lighter, vain-er aspirations and expectations.

In the same method, make your expectations work for you.
Honor those that you place upon yourself.
 For instance, I lust after a booty like this:

I have to be willing to put in the work to get it.
I cannot blame anyone but myself for my high, firm, smackable booty desires or if it ever gets there.
I control my ass-destiny.

I want it I shall get it,
and no one else is responsible for that booty-licious curve.