Posts Tagged: gym


25
Jan 11

Natural Born Ball Busters

you know how i know my cleaning service is doing a really thorough job? they found a pair of undies in the couch cushions.

i still think there is a lot of discovery left for me to do in bed with the right man – i need a jacques cousteau of sex.

those close to me worry that i will use the blog to make digs at them. i told them i would never do that – i will always insult them in person.

gf: “i want to lose 40 pounds for my birthday.”

swv: “i want to fuck a black man for mine.”

gf: “you may be setting yourself up for disappointment. you know what they say…white men will never be able to satisfy you after that.”

swv: “they don’t satisfy me now.”

any time a guy doesn’t want to wear a condom i say, ” that’s fine – i am ovulating at this exact moment and i would love to have another child.”  then he puts two on…

hey guys, you don’t need to keep your woman barefoot & pregnant, just drunk and fat.

you know those weight loss books, Eat This, Not That? my friend, pete, and i want one called, “Drink This, Not That.”

after going to the shooting range, i came up with a great idea for a new sitcom: jews with guns.

people who know me are concerned i am going to blog about their personal lives. they don’t need to worry – they’re really not that interesting.

my friend said she wouldn’t get married again unless the guy is loaded and is terminally ill. they would honeymoon at the hospice.

i tried to take a nap today, but it’s just so hard to get comfortable at my desk.

do you think after my hot personal trainer whips me into shape he will just whip me?

i really don’t feel up to working today – i’m just going to call in hungover…

being a tough (read: bitchy) woman is okay as long as you use it for good, as my gf calls herself, Glenda, The Good Bitch

i am developing a new perfume, it’s scent is very musky with a hint of aftershave – i’m calling it, Adultress.

the trainer asked me if i had any muscle imbalances which he explained meant that the muscle on one side of your body is stronger than the same one on the other side. i said, other than the tricep on my handy j arm, i didn’t think so…

it used to be you were golden when you had a doctor or lawyer in the family. now, it’s a computer guy.

new bumper sticker: Natural Born Ball Busters

women wonder when they will ever be comfortable enough with a new man to make love with the lights on and men just want to know when it will be safe to fart around her.

i have no interest in dogs unless they can breed one to bring me my phone whenever i can’t find it -a Texting Retriever.

remember stridex pads? wouldn’t it be great if we had those for The Morning After to wipe off the memory of The Night Before?

i am in search of that mythical white creature with the long horn – The UniCock.

never send a boy’s penis to do a man’s job.

i hate getting up in the morning no matter how much sleep i had. i swear i would still push snooze after waking from a coma.

mikey w’s repost request: there is a boy missing a sock in wisconsin. if your left testicle hangs lower than your right, please repost this in your facebook status so the boy can find his sock.

did you hear about the new event in the winter x games? X-treme Fucking. i’d tell you the qualification requirements if i wasn’t so busy training…

i’m going to go take a nap – wake me when i’m in a good relationship.

when it comes to orgasms, i can certainly be a do-it-yourselfer, but i still prefer to call in The Guy.

the last time i had sex, i got lube all over the guy’s head, and not the right one.

i have done the research: it is possible to be fucked dry.

sometimes i forget things i did or said during sex – i get Orgasm Amnesia.

what’s done is done. there is no use crying over spilled lube.

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14
May 10

the circle of bullshit

i asked verizon if they have an “unlimited bitching plan.” they do, but it gets routed through india, and i only bitch domestically because, even though it’s cheaper, i can’t stand the offshore delay.

is it wrong to nap during a playdate – at your house?

i immediately dislike men who give women the fish handshake. don’t be an asshole & break my hand, but give me a real handshake & show me some R-E-S-P-E-C-T, dammit.

i have found a cure for the common cold: take 2 vodkas & sleep late in the morning.

what is it about the sound of children snoring that is so delightful? oh yah, it means they are finally sleeping.

how many times is it acceptable to wear a bra before washing it? do they really get dirty?

90% of the time i don’t wear undies to work because when i bend down they stick out of these damn low waist-ed jeans. now, i show so much crack, i am in danger of being transferred to the plumbing department.

i’m not bitter – just sweet n’ sour.

i haven’t gained weight -  i’m bloated.

a quick perusal of my dvr menu will reveal that i watch far more cartoons than shows with real people.

there is a saying: your toad, is a prince to another. so, maybe if you leave him in a pond in the middle of a forest, some stupid princess will take him home with her and then you can ride off into the sunset…alone.

ladies, please wax. don’t bleach. it’s still a mustache even if it’s blond.

i am instituting a tampon exchange program called Code Red. here is how it works: any woman can walk up to any other woman anywhere and just say “Code Red” which is universal for “i need a tampon, stat!” it’s like the take a penny, leave a penny dish but it’s need a tampon, give a tampon. imagine the implications for facilitating peace and clean pants globally.

i am tired of hearing people from other countries & states proclaim that everything where they are from is better. really? is it? because here’s a newsflash: we didn’t invite you. see if they will take you & the rest of the assholes back.

my children make unreasonable demands and threats and throw fits when they don’t get what they want, but i told them i don’t negotiate with terrorists.

i know a man who wears a bad toupee with a baseball cap over it every day. i just can not wrap my head around it. is the toupee receding? doesn’t his head sweat doubly? that is a vanity rivaled only by anal bleaching, imo.

cats: the chosen pet of co-dependents – you love them because they hate you.

i am considering having only one eyebrow tattooed raised because i just can’t  master the muscle control to do that on my own.

i think a manic episode here and there can be very productive.

a friend remarked that when people say they have to quit drinking for awhile, she finds it worrisome. i told her that’s i why i have never said i would quit.

people frequently tell me i look like patricia heaton. i am never sure if it’s a compliment or an insult.

an oft overlooked bennie of divorce is the fact that you no longer have to pretend to like your in-laws.

jesus turned water into wine but i can turn a bad husband or a crying child into a vodka tonic.

once i stayed over my mother’s house and came down with a severe case of the runs and had no choice but to violate federal law and use chlorox cleanups in a manner inconsistent with their labeling…

parenting is not a democracy, it’s a monarchy; and i am the queen.

when people of color come into the store, i give them extremely exceptional customer service – it’s a weird reverse racism, but i want them to walk away thinking, “white people aren’t so bad, after all.”

so far the divorce is the the biggest fight we have ever had during the marriage..

all of the experiences in my life have led me to be the person i am today: a huge bitch.

if wine is the nectar of the gods, then vodka is the juice of the mortals.

quitting the gym has actually unexpectedly relieved me of a lot of guilt: the guilt of not going was far worse than the guilt of not working out at all.

the average marriage lasts 7 yrs. the average jail term is 5; but, you can get out of jail early for good behavior.

when people say i am a bitch, i am flattered. it means i am doing a great  job of pissing off the right people.

youth may be wasted on the young , but middle age ain’t no prize. and since i just saw a man wearing a “senior olympics” t-shirt, i am now even more terrified of old age, although it does involve some sweet discounts.

i hate hitting bottom – the bottom of the bottle.

so, i considered having my teeth professionally bleached until the hygienist told me i would have to avoid coffee & red wine afterward. well, that was a very short consultation.

having kids means never you will never have to be alone again- in the bathroom.

hey! the 1980′s called and kit wants his car alarm back.  the rest of us couldn’t give a rat’s ass if its beeping.

i did that no carb diet – until lunch. now, i just follow this food pyramid:

so my daughter wanted to know what the “c-word” is. i considered telling her that it’s her father’s pet name for me since the divorce.

dr. gggb says: one nostril continually running is far more annoying than both being stuffed up.

having a litter box in your home is like having a toilet you never flush.

it has been said that if we all sat around in a circle and put our bullshit in the middle, everyone would keep their own crap. this may be true, but i would still like the opportunity for a bullshit swap meet.

grape juice is really just wine with training wheels.

substitutes i have used for milk in my morning coffee when the milk in my fridge has curdled: vanilla yogurt, powdered milk, yo baby yogurt drink, hot chocolate mix, powdered milk from 1974, whip cream, mini marshmallows, cool whip, vanilla ice cream, sour cream with sugar, powdered sugar, carnation instant breakfast, and anything powdery or white that when mixed with water resembles milk. it would behoove me to learn to drink it black – i hear you never go back after that anyway…

i never realized the true depths of my need for validation & approval until i started a fb fan page. 100th fan gets a pony…

make mine extra dirty, please.

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13
Jan 10

reality, bites!

so, i have just emerged from the cozy cocoon of a sick child who has been home for two days. the doc confirmed it was just a stomach virus and not The Swine. thank jeebus. i am developing a very close relationship with the pediatrician this year; averaging a sick visit with one child or another every 30ish days. poor lil thing felt so crappy all she did was lay in my bed and watch tv for 2 days. and of course, i being her loving mother, was more than thrilled to put everything on hold and sit and watch tv with her for 2 days. i discovered an entire world i have been missing – Daytime Reality TV. it’s generally reserved for the homebound, insane, house arrested, and unemployed, but we found a whole new slew of shows to dvr. we enjoyed The Style Network the most & its myriad of shows designed to break already low self-esteemed women down further by telling them their entire life sucks, their friends agree, and all they need to fix it is a makeover. thus, confirming their deepest fears that all that matters is how you look. then these newly fabulous empowered creatures are booted back to their crappy lives with to die for designer clothes they really could never afford, a hairstyle never to be replicated again, and a face full of expertly applied “natural” makeup that once washed off will turn back into blue eye shadow & glitter eyeliner. all with an “atta girl” sprinkled on top. since i now know all of womankind’s problems can be solved with a makeover, i have applied to be on the show…

anyway, all this “reality” inspired me to come up with my own reality shows, based on actual Reality.

here is the svw network’s spring 2010 lineup in development:

Unshowered

follow the deterioration of  extremely well groomed pregnant women as they become new mothers and no longer have the time for the extensive personal hygiene they once did. see the true genius of the creativity put into looking clean, but not actually being so. while being held together loosely by under-eye concealer & massive quantities of caffeine, can they fool their closet friends? will the baby wake up just as she steps into the tub? can she shave her legs with a one year old dancing around the bathroom? will husbands who never hear the baby wailing  all night, “help” out long enough to let their comatose wives take a shower? will she ever stop silently weeping upon accidentally viewing old photos of the woman she once was? the dirtiest, hairiest, but cleanest looking woman wins a trip to the bathroom so she can take just one crap alone.

Preschool Princessess

watch a semester of a class of darling suburban 2 year olds as they spend 3 hours at a pricey pre-school. watch their mothers overdress them in fancy designer clothes made for dolls, not children, send them into a room full of paint and glue and admonish them “to stay clean” while encouraging them to have fun. notice the teachers beginning to crack from the stress of trying to keep smocks on these princesses so mommy doesn’t rip them a new one when she comes back. you will be on the edge of your seat when grape juice and oreos are served at snack time.

Pyramid Scheme Pals

meet 5 women with their “own businesses.” they sell everything from makeup to craft supplies to household items. explore this cunning underworld as they struggle epically to keep making “new friends” (i.e. network)  to host “parties” where they get these “friends” to buy tons of overpriced crap they don’t need and to get others to be a “rep” under them. all it takes is a few suckers with checkbooks & a bottle of wine for these enterprising women to barely cover their initial outlay for “the product” they are now housing in their garages. some will actually make money, some will be forced to liquidate and quit. see how they handle the constant alienation from the community such as “friends” hiding from them when they approach for fear they be asked “to host a party as a favor” or attend one where they have to buy something out of a misplaced feeling of obligation.

On Hold: India

watch as 2 teams of heroic men & women conquer their fears in this monumental adventure game. they must get on the phone with customer service reps in india and brave the eternal holding pattern of a person that needs actual product support. only the most finely tuned of ears, can decipher the code of what the”agent” on the other end who just learned english yesterday is actually saying. how long can they go without hanging up? many will try, but few will succeed. the winner gets to be transferred to a supervisor and wait for a call back that never comes.

So You Think You Can Text

see the trials and tribulations of texters trying to communicate with non-texters in this exciting reality series. feel their joy when their technologically challenged friends finally get it & join the rest of the world in this new endeavor. see generations come together in a whole new way that doesn’t require any of that pesky talking. share their ups & downs as they try to decode each other’s text slang and give birth a whole new language. watch texting wars and friendships crumble under the weight of lag time. hold your breath as they all text while driving even though they promised tyra they wouldn’t.

Lunch

follow a bunch of women through various stages of wifedom & motherhood as they lunch at a different locale daily. the great debate of what to order. salad or chicken? dressing on the side. who is dieting? who is eating bread? who isn’t eating carbs? watch a fight break out as  the carb eater spits in the face of the the non-carb eater & snags her bread. who will have the gall to order dessert? will the stroller fit? how do the other women handle the pal that is always rude to the wait staff or the friend who has obnoxious kids that make a giant mess while screaming for an hour? will the intelligent woman’s ears bleed if she has to listen to one more story from the vacuous ex-supermodel mom? do they all make it home before the bus? the victorious woman wins a lifetime of all expense paid lunching at nordtsrom.

The Great Race: Endless Supermarket Run

watch  5 harried women return to the grocery store day after day for that One More Item they eternally need even though they “were just here yesterday.” see them cruise the parking lot for a closer spot, load 4 fighting kids into the cart and endure long “express” lines with lots of crap their whiny brats beg them to buy while just trying to pay for a 1/2 gallon of milk.

Drive-Thru Divas

you will be glued to your screen every week watching 6 suburban women drive about town in their giant suvs. they achieve all of their daily tasks without ever leaving their cars. coffee, lunch, the banking, pick up the family’s rx’s, re-fuel; all while talking on their cell phones to each other and just narrowly missing side swiping the drive-thru windows.  this is a game of extreme skill and only the winner will make it to the end of the season with both side view mirrors in tact.

Suburban Sexy

track a group of gorgeous suburban milfs as they follow a grueling weekly grooming schedule of manicures, pedicures, fills, spa treatments, hilights, color, cut, style, waxing, laser, botox,  and tanning. watch the young newbie’s eyes pop out of her head when the giant russian lady gives her a brazillian she didn’t ask for. she how they beautify & maintain from head to toe and still go home to husbands that ignore them because they are schtuping the chick at the office. they don’t care if hubby doesn’t notice, because the cable guy sure does.

Death by Disney

in this contest, teams of parents are forced to watch endless repeats of some of disney’s most insidious shows without losing consciousness or sanity. they will be hooked up to monitors to measure the effects on their bodies while  dr. drew explains their failing brain activity. will contestants’ long term memories be permanently altered by disney sitcom stereotypes’ quips? will their heads explode on national tv? does anybody but disney really win this game?

Queen of the Gym

which exercise obsessed work out princess will win the title of queen at the end of this series? it will be hard for the hottest personal trainer to pick his queen. which fabulously fit chick has the flattest abs, biggest implants, tightest spandex, best tatts, tightest ass, & most strategically placed multiple piercings? only one of these dedicated ladies who is at the gym every single day for 2 or 3 hours can wear the coveted diamonelle studded weight belt. who wants the crown badly enough? which lovely lady is willing to meet the fat gym owner in the locker room after hours to secure her title? how many guys will she let “spot her” to ensure the win? winner receives  a swarovski combination lock and a lifetime of personal training. and we mean personal.

network execs may feel free to contact me to discuss further creative development.

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6
Jul 09

sweatin’ to the oldies.

first off: i feel slightly remorseful & i need to apologize for dissin’ my girl, the teddy bear lover, & those considered to be “teddy bears.” it’s not so much i don’t support her hooking up choices, rather i just saw an opportunity for material & seized it. girl, u know i love you. plus, you know more secrets about me than anyone else (shut-up miller or i will punish you with my scanner) and i will gladly give you a guest spot here & your chance to unload ‘em.

okay, so i am the ultimate yo-yo exerciser. when i am into the gym, i am way into it. i work out for at least an hour 4-5 times a week. i get antsy if i want to go one day and my schedule doesn’t allow. i buy an entire workout wardrobe, stock up on workout bras, fuel up my ipod with my “gym jams” (no lie on the playlist name), buy an arsenal of hair things, acquire cute little white ankle socks, get new sneaks, & a matching water bottle. but, when i fall off the work-out wagon, i fall long and hard abandoning my beloved gym for months at a time. this usually happens in winter, when i tend to hibernate like a bear cub. when i finally do get back on the wagon again, i can’t imagine how i ever fell off in the first place. i turn into the eternally wearing work out clothes about town chick. i am really hoping that i am back on for good, but let’s see how cold it is this winter…
part of my love for the gym lies in the whole gym schtick. i love oogleing the young firm bucks (i do always get caught), checking out the parade of gym homecoming queens (i.e. perfectly toned silicone sisters), the over muscled macho men (always in a tank top), the hot trainers that work there (which, btw, is my only qualification for hiring a trainer), and all the other characters in between. i love seeing tons of people i know there & yenta-ing up a storm. i love that i have run into people i haven’t seen in ages & become reunited. in fact, just this morning, i collected another recruit for my single chicks cult.
i also really love taking the classes but i hate the real estate hierarchy of classes. when you’re a newbie you are relegated to a tiny spot in the back. only the die-hards that could teach the class themselves can stand in the front row. i hate the whole scrambling for position and not knowing the proper gear to retrieve from the closets and i absolutely despise not knowing the routine & feeling like i can’t keep up. as time goes by & you become an established member of the class, you can slowly start clawing your way up front & jockeying for prime instructor front property. it usually requires getting there way before the class begins so you can sprint in & dump your stuff in a spot. it is so cut throat in the popular classes, that no matter how chatty cathy friendly you think you are with the other chicks waiting, its all women for herself when those doors open. elbows are being thrown akin to a secret manhattan prada sample sale. some days i force myself to take a class when i am tired or just not really into it and i watch the clock like i did in high school & count down until its over. now with the gym being extra busy in the summer, i have given up on the classes altogether & settled for the elliptical. and i do truly love your comfortable no impact work out mr. elliptical, but some days i find myself a wee bit bored with you. but generally i love jammin’ out to my ipod, texting my pals, laughing out loud at comedy central with the closed captioning, & watching the peeps in front of me while breaking a mondo sweat on that lovely machine. i just don’t feel like i worked out unless i get that drippy sweat that cascades down my back & pools in my ass crack. now that is a good workout. i do feel like a hamster in a wheel though, doing my 30 minutes forward & 30 minutes backward. if i break it down, i am endlessly paying 40 bucks a month to rent an elliptical.
i tried yoga which i found to be a snore-fest which is really the very point of it. i just can’t relax on a higher level without alcohol being involved. i dig pilates but i am not a loyal follower. i want to get my arms buff but hate going onto the floor with all those guys that look like they are going to eat me for dinner. i need a workout buddy to transition myself over to the weight area or a hot trainer…
but let’s get back to my favorite thing about the gym other than elliptical induced endorphin rush- the people wtaching. jeebus, do i love the people watching!!! i dig watching the people on the treadmills that put the incline up to 10, the mph to 6, and then hold on for dear life to keep up. i used to love to watch the stair-master climbers at my old gym hunched over it climbing away at 90 mph. and from my observations, i have ascertained there is no just way for a dude to look straight while doing the elliptical. sorry guys. then there are the locker room rituals of which i have never really partaken. i don’t do the whole getting ready for my day after my workout thing. i don’t even use a locker for my purse. i annoyingly stick it into the tiny space between machines for others to trip over. the only thing i do in the gym locker room is actually fill up my water bottle in the bathroom sink which causes some chicks to look at me with a mix of disgust & horror.
now there is a snack bar at my gym & i don’t get the whole snack bar thing because its really anti-the reason i am there. plus it sucks to smell toasted bagels while i am working out before breakfast & starving. if they served vodka smoothies i might reconsider cause there are 2 dudes workin’ that snack bar that are waaaaay hot & we all know i like to work the cuties at the bar. actually i would love if they would come around and take coffee orders. that would make it just abso perfect.
so there you go, that’s my gym rant. who want’s to meet on the elliptical tomorrow?
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