Monday, April 15, 2013

Happy Monday! (No, really)

My two weeks of spending far too much time on r/LadybonersGW and playing with my make-up/hair is coming to a close.
Co-worker: Why is your hair blue? 
Me: Why not?

Because Dave is coming home tonight! I realize the last several posts have been heavy on the Horn-Dog so I'll try to keep it in my pants for this one. There really is no good female equivalent for that cliche'.

 Though it does remind me of this:
But needless to say we are looking forward to uh...
seeing each other tonight. 'Nuff said.


In other news, I went to see a rockabilly band called the Sweet Chariots with some friends at the Kilted Mermaid Friday night. As usual, it was a rather hipster experience, but I'd  be lying if I said I didn't have a great time. The place has really good food and an amazing beer selection. They even have at least five different hard ciders and one of them is on tap! I know, right? I really do need to embrace my inner hipster and stop fighting it. 

The band was great. In fact, my only beef with the Kilted Mermaid is the fact that there is no room to dance. Don't get me wrong, we still danced. I don't ever NOT dance. But we were forced to do so in a way that really invaded my personal space and that of those around me. Just as well though, because I was really missing my numero uno dance partner, and had he been there it would have killed us not to be able dance to that music the way you're supposed. Ie: swing, as opposed to the white-boy-two-step everyone was doing, and I don't mean the cool Two-Step.

The eye-candy was good as well, particularly the band...especially in my company's opinion. They are both so shy and entirely too well-behaved so I decided to throw them under the bus. When my friend Dave was talking to the lead singer, I butted in and asked him to take a pic with them. And ordered him to stand in the middle, when he tried to stand off to the side. He seemed afraid. That was probably a legitimate and rational emotion given the circumstance.

This is not a flattering pic of any of us. But it's funny, so here ya go interwebs.

Incidentally, Dani turned into a giant that night.
What sorcery is this?

The rest of the weekend was quality time with Holden and preparations for our trip to the Run with the Wolf Rally this coming weekend in Suches, GA. The RWTW is an annual rally put on by the Kawasaki Concours Owner's Group. That's the kind of bike I own, for those new to the show. I'm really looking forward to ridin' it like I stole it and partying with the boys around the campfire. There should be around 100 people, so not a massive rally, but a pretty good group for a regional owner's-group get together. 

          While we are in the area we may run up to the Dragon so I can get a sticker for the new bike.  
See my old BMW in front of the orange and white thing? Awwww, old Blue.

It seems cliche' as there are so many other roads just as good and better than the Dragon, but it's such a thing. I've ridden every bike I've owned (plus a loaner) on it, so I feel like I just have to ride it on the Connie. We'll see where the roads take us. Plus, it's really fun to hang around and just watch the show. And did I mention all the hottie sport bike riders in their leather one-pieces?

It really does always come back around to that doesn't it? I'm sorry.
No, I'm not.

Anycougar, I'll be late with next week's post as we'll not be getting back until Monday. And then priority number one, writing-wise, is putting together the Rally Report for the COG's quarterly magazine. Supposedly there's to be at least a handful of us women-folk riding our own at the Rally. More than one or two is cause for celebration apparently, so I have been assigned to report from the CVOG (Concours and Vagina Owner's Group) perspective.

Till next time I shall do my best to keep the shiny side up. You do the same.

Monday, April 8, 2013

I got nothin'

I didn't want to let down my adoring readers (all two of you) by not doing my weekly post today. However, I don't feel like I have anything interesting to share, not that has ever stopped me, so here goes...

Dave's been away for a week and as I suspected I'm having a hard time not eating crap when he is away. I'm about eleven pounds heavier than I'd like to be, I've had a low grade cold a/o bad allergies for the past week and in general am not in the best of moods. I badly want to Crossfit tonight, but I really feel as if my body is more in need of quality food and rest more than a workout. We're leaving for a motorcycle trip to North Georgia in a little more than a week and I have to kick this before then.

Last night, I did get my act together enough to make a bunch of Primal Shepard's Pie. Enough, in fact, that I'll probably be sharing it with co-workers since I also left (Paleo) Enchilada Chicken in the crockpot this morning. So I got that going for me.

So in the interest of not whining my way through this entire post, let's talk about the things that are making me smile lately.

This guy.

Who I seriously miss. I mean, I've always missed him when he's gone away on a trip or something. But things have been so great lately, that I really miss him. And not just in the biblical sense. That too. But not just that. And I don't mean to imply we were having rough times previously's just..well, store bought apple pie out of the fridge is great. But homemade apple pie straight out of the oven with real vanilla ice cream is even better. I'm not sure I know where I'm going with that analogy. But the point is: he rocks.

Also this guy.

I'm on season two of Torchwood and I can't help but fall more in love with Capt Jack with each episode. And if I haven't made it clear already, I totally get now why guys think two hot girls kissing is hot. (Because, HOT) But guys....MEN. Like Captain Jack and uh, Captain Jack. And Captain Jack and Captain Hart. I haven't even gotten into the real Ianto episodes yet.  Not that I have anything against two girls kissing. Hell, I'll watch two good looking people of any sex (and combination there of) get busy...but I digress.

Barrowman, bless his sweet sexy soul, is the gift that just keeps giving. When it comes to making his fans happy, the dude gets it. His twitter @Team_Barrowman is a delightful peek into his life; with pics of his dogs, his co-workers, his husband and lots and lots of selfies. Most are goofy, self-deprecating shots, but God love him, he also posts the occasional pic of him in bed, or about to go out on the town, etc. He knows what we want, and he's not afraid to give it to us. Thank you, JB for being you.
If you're here, you've probably been there. But in case you haven't, know that the front page of Reddit is all that is beautiful and horrible in this world. When they say NSFW, they mean it. Don't say I didn't warn you. But I learn new things all the time via it's links. I also get to goggle young men. Ladies, check out the LadybonersGW (stands for Gone Wild) subreddit. You won't be disappointed.

Most of the pics look like this..minus the sports bra and boobs. But also abs, and sometimes penis.
Pic in honor of the SEAK Foundation's Sport Bra Challenge. 
Check out that "been eating sugar/grains" all weekend belly, my friends!

Lastly, Crossfit.

Yup, even recently when I feel like a big, fat, paleo phony for having too many cheats, doing a WOD still makes me feel like a badass and that I'm not a total failure. 'Nuff said.

Hey! Look at that! I managed to pull a post out of my ass after all. As my Daddy always says, "If you can't dazzle'em with knowledge, baffle'em with bullshit."

I know. We're a classy group.

Monday, April 1, 2013


Warning: This post is about sex. If you are related to me in anyway or suffer from delicate sensibilities click away now.

Seriously. I warned you.

Still here? Good. I knew we were friends for a reason.

This is something I think I need to share. Not because I wanted to brag (ok fine, maybe a little). But because (and I hate how opposite-of-humble this sounds) I know there are friends who read this blog and sometimes get a wee bit of inspiration from it regarding their own health/fitness endeavors. As do I from countless other health/fitness bloggers. I think it's important to share all of the positive outcomes of our efforts, not just the aesthetic ones. So here goes...

Dave and I have been f%&$ing like rabbits lately.

And I am getting uhm...intrigued by uh...things and situations at a frequency on par with that of a thirteen year old boy. Not at the same kind of stimuli, mind you....but you get my drift.

Though if you are interested, this is what gave me a ladyboner when I was thirteen.

Why is this such a big deal, you ask? Because for years, and I mean years my libido has been crap. Like (I think) a lot of women, as I got older and of course being in a long-term relationship, I found myself wanting to want to. And if I made a conscious effort to uh, get into it, I could. But those spontaneous ladyboners thinking about your partner? Or the butterflies in the nether regions when he/she pulled you in for a quick kiss?

Nope. Nothing. Dead. Seriously, it had been so long since I'd gotten that flutter when we weren't already "into it" I figured it was just a permanent thing of the past. A part of getting older, if you will.

So why all of a sudden, am I hornier than brass band on Flag Day? Well, first off it's not been all of a sudden, but a gradual ramp up over the past few months. I can't say it's just the weight-loss and ensuing confidence building because I lost the bulk of the weight a year ago. Sure, I felt better and sexier, but there was no physical change, as there is now. Is it just the Paleo? I don't think so, as we started that back over the summer. However, we didn't start getting serious with the Crossfit until October. If I had to put money on one cause over another I think it's the Crossfit. I've done a little poking around the Googles, and I think perhaps the lifting involved with Crossfit may be affecting my hormone levels in a wonderful way.

Either way, I'm not on any new medications or changes in dosage, etc. I'm simply lifting heavier (as I can) and eating cleaner. As a result our sex life is literally what it was like when we first started dating. I'm not kidding. And I don't think I need to tell you how beneficial a great sex life is for a marriage or partnership. Let's just say the goodwill seems to bleed into every other facet of our relationship as well. It is a good great thing.

So why share that? Because  if you are woman like me who thought that that kind of passion was in your past, I really want you to know it might not be. Eat clean and lift and maybe you too can see sex, not as another chore you have to get done as a wife/partner, but the awesomely fun thing it truly is.

In other words, if feeling stronger, more energy, sleeping sounder, better skin, knowing you're making yourself better for the long term and looking sexier isn't enough....maybe knowing that you too could feel like a newlywed again might convince you to start taking better care of yourself.

Now if you'll excuse me I need to go text my husband.

What? It's just a To-Do list.