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I have don't one of these in a while, so, here goes: (thanks, rn-buffoon) :-)

sIx ThInGs YoU dOnT kNoW aBoUt Me

1. Hmmm. I share pretty much everything that is me on this site but, the fact that I like Barry Manilow and Tom Jones enough to download there music and burn a CD is probably something you don't know.

2. Maybe I've watched t.v. for too long but, I can feel when a television or radio comes on. It could be I'm sensitive to the waves in the air or something. But, I don't have to hear it. I can walk into a home where a t.v. could be on in another room where no one can hear it, and I'll know that it's on. Freaky, I know.

3. I would love to be in the entertainment field, but I fear what it does to people; the corruption, the detachment and the total disolvement of good moral fiber. Very few in the entertainment world can avoid all of this.

4. I've never participated in the use of recreational drugs, specificially weed. In fact, it was offered to me years after high school and college by some older ladies. Weird.

5. I'm envious of how beautiful my children are. I was never beautiful...cute yes, but not beautiful. They are intelligent and striking...their beauty will take them very far in this superficial existence we live in, but the brains will help them understand that there's so much more to having real happiness than that. They are both beautiful inside and out.

6. I'm a bit obsessed with superheroes. The best part about them is that real superheroes are ordinary people doing extraordinary things. Although, I would mind being able to have super strength, use telekinesis or fly. (lol)

Have a great weekend!

Hot!Hot!Hot!

My hubby is looking too good...omigod! I can't even stand it! It's funny 'cause, I never really liked muscular guys when I was single. In fact, I liked 'em kinda lean and extremely tall. My hubby is neither, but I'm definitely warm for his form. Woo! He is too hot! He's down to his last twenty days before the competition and he's gearing up hard.

I remember the last time he trained for a show, about two weeks before, he had to avoid all sugars...all. I'm not just talking refined sugar (white sugar and sugar found in most non-perishable items and snacks), but natural sugar as well. Then, about two or three hours before the show, he adds the sugar back in. This makes him vascular and that's the part that's sort of freaky for me because all the veins sort of jump out at that point. A good thing for bodybuilding, I guess.

Anyway, I can see all of his six pack with no problem, his arms are huge (about 16 or 17 inches round), his back is massive and he's completely leaned out. At competition in 2000, he was carrying somewhere in the neighborhood of 7% bodyfat. Can you imagine? Crazy. He's probably close to that now. I'm really proud of him and my perspective on the sport has completely changed. On top of all that dedication he's putting forth, his mother is here (who he hasn't seen in about two years) so he's doubly focused. He wants her to come to his show. She's sort of old-fashioned...I wonder if she can handle a bunch of mostly naked men parading around the stage in competition gear (basically, a thong). She might pass out. For the record, this is an NGA competition, which means it is only for those who do not take 'roids. Everyone is drug tested before the show. My husband is an advocate of natural health and fitness, not the illusion of health and fitness due to drugs.

The Amazing/Unbelievable/Why Waste your Time Nail Fiasco

If you read one of my past posts, you'll see that I had a semi-day of beauty with my mother for her birthday. I had my nails done (active tips) and a pedicure. Well, I kept the nails because, not only were they gorgeous, but they were also totally manageable. They weren't so long that my typing speed was diminished or I couldn't pick up anything properly. They were great and hubby said they made my hands look so pretty (plus, I think the back scratches were extra nice). Anyway, I thought about keeping them up and getting a fill, but I couldn't arrange time to get back over there without the girls (I didn't want to subject them to the smell of those chemicals, especially the baby). So, I removed them and decided to do them over again myself, when the girls were asleep. Why not give myself a fill? Well, the nail tech used a solar seal and I don't have those so the fill wouldn't have matched.

So Monday night, I get to my favorite everything-you-ever-thought-you-needed-but-really-don't-for-cheap store which happens to carry tips, acrylic powder, liquid, wraps, clippers, top coat and files. I got all of my supplies, than realized I had two cuticle cream kits, so I put one back. That night after putting the girls to bed and fighting with my computer for two hours (never do a system restore...ugh!), I headed back upstairs to make my hands gorgeous again. I glued the tips onto my right-hand then..."Where's my acrylic powder? Dang it. I know I just had it." I began tearing up the house, running back and forth to the car...sure that it had rolled out of the bag and under the seat and, even though I had a flashlight and could see clear back into my trunk, surely I was just missing it. Ugh! Then I grab the receipt and account for my items...damn it! I put back the acrylic powder not the cuticle cream kit. So, I still had two cuticle cream kits (this at 11:30pm..."Ddoesn't the baby wake up in an hour or two for her nightly feeding?" Geeze). So, I ripped of the tips. Man, that hurts like a son of a beeatch! Can't keep 'em on, right? That would look too ghetto...like coming to work with half your braids done. Nah, uh. That's a negatory. So, off to work on Tuesday with shredded nail-hands.

Tuesday night, stopped at Big Lots to see if they have acrylic powder. They do! It's hidden behind about four file packs and some strange looking lipstick. Glad I saw it. Oh, and I need those "hold me in" underpants, since I don't have a waist yet. Oh, and I really need those cotton rounds, and baby soft for the babe, and TGI Friday's Hurricane mix in a bottle and cute faux pearl earrings (you gettin' the idea here?). I get home, get the kids situated, lay out all my stuff to do my nails again. I opened the container where the powder was, just to make sure; "What the hell? Nail fix powder...what's that?!" Obviously not acrylic powder. So, put the kids to bed, throw on some shorts and run to the grocery store. They only have those cheap-ass press-on nails at the grocery store and no longer carry the chemicals. What, you can carry bleach, pinesol and loads of other household products that could make a bomb, but no acrylic powder?! Morons. Oh! Well, Wally world's bound to have some. So, I headed over to Wal-mart and ran inside to see every person of the trailer variety rummaging around with their kids (who should be in bed, or at least, have their shoes on) looking for the next great thing to add to their cars...I mean trailers...I mean homes. Anyway, I get to the nail aisle and all the powders are included in these elaborate kits that cost too much. Don't they just sell the powder separately? Sure they do...with the liquid acrylic...which I already have. Shell out the $6.00 for both (Fie on you, Wal-mart!)

Head home and begin the process. Things are going well, even at 10:30 in the pm. Hubby is watching the House of Reps on t.v. Boring. "Why the hell are you watching this? Put in a movie or something. Geesh!" Eleven thirty in the post mortem, add the top coat and survey my beautiful hands. Not too shabby for wal-mart brand powder. I allow them to dry a bit longer, get ready for bed and go to sleep. Wake up. Survey hands in the evil light of day. "What the hell? What are all these bumps and stuff? Cheap-ass power...dammit!" Head over to wal-mart before school and buy "Nail Be Gone" for $1.83 and some tax. Get to work, fill a bowl and soak one hand while checking email. (this just gets better and better, doesn't it?) Soak other hand (first hand looks like a misshapen mess as the acrylic nails melt into globular knobs on the ends of my finger tips. so sad). Rush to the restroom to scrub hands furiously until knobs are in the sink wasting away down the drain. Pop on plastic press-on nails to save face in front of company at work.

Once home, I commence to biting of the press-on crap that looks so artificial and fake (even though the babe says, "Your nails look pretty, mommy"). Hands return to shredded-nail hands after about an hour of biting. I go and announce to my hubby, "Forget this crap. I'm getting them done." Waiting to hear from hubby when he can watch the girls, so that I can schedule an appointment...

Feeling like me, but not looking like me

I was digging around in my closet for spring-time clothes, gradually getting excited over all the cute stuff I have for this time of year that I love to wear. Then, I realized; my big butt won't be able to get a toe into many of these outfits for weeks. Weeks, I tell you! Ugh! I do not want to buy any clothes in a bigger size because my plan is not to be here for long. I've been working hard and things are happening, but not fast. Sadly, the work is slower because of holiday goodies. My resistance to things sweet has been pitiful of late so, in go the Cadbury candy eggs, jelly beans and chocolate bunnies. Not in excess, mind you, but enough to slow down progress. I've got to get my willpower back. When I have it, it's awesome! I can do anything! I rule the world! I gotta get that back, seriously.

I jogged a bit with my walk last night. I'm a little tender today, but not really sore (I'm sure that's coming). As I jogged (and sorry this is graphic but) the itching and burning of jiggling fat was almost unbearable! I could feel the exact places where too much was deposited: my hips, hamstrings, quads, calves, stomach, back, sides of arms and shoulders. Shoulders, no less! Who has fatty shoulders? Apparently, I do. Ewww! Oh, well. At least I'm doing something about it. I also know what happens and how I look (the final product). Look out halter tops! I'm coming back!

I've been amazed at my hubby's transformation. He's preparing for another bodybuilding show and looks good enough to eat. I didn't even know he could improve from where he was, but I see definition in spades all over. He's getting excited and I've asked him to let me know when he feels he's at his best so that I can take some photos...not just pictures, but kind of artsy. It's really a growing hobby and I've thought about investing money in a really good 35mm. Digitals are okay, but nothing looks as good as a picture developed from a negative. He's a great subject and takes commands well (hmm, what does that say about him?) My oldest is the same way. She takes amazing pictures. I even have a few of him that I want blown up to poster size and framed to put up somewhere in our home. I'm very proud of those pictures.

Nothing else really happening in my life...I'm just trying to get back to "me" as quickly as possible. We hope to get an air-conditioner installed in our home soon. It will bring up the value of our house and make my hubby so happy about not having to go up on the roof and service the swamp cooler. It will also thrill me because those dang things never seem to get cool enough for me. I know there's no humidity here, but it can still get damn hot. Swamp coolers...that's what we got out here in the dessert. They're really a pain in the butt, if you ask me but some people swear by them. I just hope we get the installation done before it gets really hot. This waiting on a friend of a friend to hook us up with a deal may get us into trouble. Hubby may have to get up on the roof in 90 degree heat and you know what they say, black attracts light (and heat). Oh, man!

Happy Anniversary to Me!

Whoa, looking at the last post I seemed pretty desperate and I surely was. All has been rectified (many times over, thank goodness!). Hubby was glad to oblige and I was glad to accept. Yesterday was our 8-year anniversary and the day was absolutely lovely, not because of anything we did, specifically, but from all the wonderful things my hubby conveyed all day. The inside of my anniversary card says this (the little blurb he wrote in):

"My heart, my soul, my life...
I give to you always because
they are meaningless without you."

He pretty much spouted out things like this all day. It was wonderful!

Last Thursday, I celebrated my mother's sixtieth birthday by taking her to the nail salon for a couple hours of pampering. At first, she was resistant to the idea but soon fell right into the groove of things. She loved it! A manicure and pedicure at the same time. Talk about pampering! Afterwards, we were supposed to go to dinner but she wanted to wait until Sunday (yesterday). So, we all went to dinner to celebrate her birthday and our anniversary. The lady picked Applebees as her restaruant of choice. She had the honey grilled salmon (so did hubby). I had the ever fattening beer-battered fish and about a bucket of strawberry lemonades.

The evening was capped off in romantic bliss. We've said that we'll renew our vows at the ten year mark (if we don't put each other out, first) and go on a real honeymoon. Also, it will be the wedding I didn't have...I've already started looking at dresses. Gotta get this baby weight off!

I Need It!

Okay, I'm going to try to keep this at a PG-13 rating but, sometimes I may slip up so bare with me.

So, what do I need exactly? I need to be pounded...hard and long for about three hours. I'm not sure why the horniness has hit me so hard (pun intended) lately but it has and it's making me crazy! I'm totally whoring myself around my husband who is totally digging it but really isn't around much (and when he is, he's either sleeping or making a mad dash to work). I hate the graveyard shift! Hate it! Hate it! Hate it! All I can hope for is that, if the need is still there, he'll be around to do something about it on his days off. Otherwise, I may have to rape a pole or something.

I think it's hormonal...yeah, I really seem to blame everything on hormones but I'm for real on this. I'm about two weeks out from my next TOM (Damn, didn't I just have it?!) and I'm ravenous for the chocolate again. I'm trying not to over do it, but I ended up buying one of those gigantic symphony bars the other day. I did, however, space it out over two days so, that's better than swallowing the whole thing down. I'm also killing the cocktails like there's no tomorrow and yep. I'm still working out through all of this (it's a good thing too, or my ass would be as round as a watermelon). Cocktails of choice (just in case you were wondering)? Bahama Mamas, Strawberry Margaritas, Strawberry Daiquiris, Rum and Cokes and Beach Breeazes. I think I've had at least one a night for the past four nights. So, I'm a raging choco/alchy/sex addict. It's sad, really. All of these appetites are insatiable! Hubby should be thrilled!

Hubby's thing is to "eat out" and I totally appreciate it, really I do. (Okay seriously, I really, really appreciate his talent in this area but sometimes, a girl just wants to be boned, you know what I mean? I'm not talking about a little rolling around, I'm talking about multiple positions top, bottom, upside down whatever for about an hour. Is that too much to ask for? We do the toys and stuff, but I much prefer him (when he's there). Otherwise it's like, "What's that for? You're here!" I've been thinking about the aspects of this that are so ironic. Normally, he's the one climbing the walls and begging like a little girl. Last night, I actually held up my strawberry whatever it was I had and said, "I drink because you won't screw me." He laughed...I just stared at him. I wonder if this is starting to frighten him? lol

The aggravating thing is that he called me, yesterday morning and said,
"Be naked when I get home. We can do it now, then when I get up at 2,we can do it again and then before work, we can do it again."

You're wish is my command, but do you think I got my three times? Hell no. I got 45 minutes in the morning and wishful thinking the rest of the day, hence the drinking comment above.

At any rate, if they could bottle whatever this is I'm dealing with up they'd make mad cash and I could live blissfully off the profits. Viagra would go down in history as a fluke and I would summer at the Hamptons or in a chalet in the south of France. Oh, to dream! Here's to everyone getting what they want, how they want it, when they want it and as often as they want it. I lift my glass of strawberry whatever to you!