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{March 5, 2017}   ALL I WANT IS A NICE BUM.

So, i decided to use my stubbornness for “good” or that is how i am telling my brain to work with it LoL.

Someone i read regularly posted on her blog the other day a 30 day squat challenge. Here i am thinking, “hmmm, i haven’t been doing squats regularly in the last 4 months… sure WHY THE HELL NOT”.

ALL I WANT IS A NICE BUM.

OMFG – this is Day 3 and i swear i am dying LoL. If you think getting kicked in the cunt over and over or get a good back/ass beating hurts, let me tell you that “Motherfucker” and “Oh, SHIT”, have nothing on this. Even “Mr Rod” seems pleasant at this moment.

Yesterday, i was great till after lunch, when it hit me…oddly enough it seems to happen when you need to go to the bathroom. That realization of “what the fuck was i thinking” hitting you square in the face – or in this case my quads. And then the how the fuck am i getting back up came to mind – apparently a little more difficult than initially anticipated LoL. We will say it hit me hard.

i finally got up and continued with my day a tad slower than usual or gingerly might be the word to use.

Just keep reminding myself: ALL I WANT IS A NICE BUM

Sir was done work at 6 pm and i wandered down to the Shop to pick Him up. i walked through the door and said hi Sir – with Him looking at me weirdly. He commented on how i was walking funny. This is when i told Him about my brilliant plan the squat challenge. He chuckled for awhile of course…nearly any time – no – EVERY TIME i sat down and got up again.

Just keep reminding myself: ALL I WANT IS A NICE BUM.

When we were home, a touch later in the evening, i showed Sir the web link to the challenge. He was impressed, and then looked at Day 11 and on…there was a grin, a pause and that chuckle again. Apparently, i will be really feeling it a lot more later on and reminded me to stretch more. Thankfully, i have slowly gotten back into yoga/stretching however, i think i will do it before not after from now on.

Just keep reminding myself: ALL I WANT IS A NICE BUM

Later that night in bed as i was reading, i must have moved to get comfy and groaned or something. Sir looks up from his Tablet and asks me if i am alright.

i am, just sore Sir is all i say…as i keep reminding myself why i am doing this.

Then He asks if i would like Him to rub my upper legs with tiger balm.

i pause when He asks this – there are a few reasons:

1. He wears gloves… hehehe
2. Tiger balm is warm, then stings, then makes me feel cold
3. He really pushes the ointment into my muscles
4. Did i say He wears gloves?
5. It hurts so good yet so not LoL

MMMMmmm – in my own little world for a moment.

He tells me to quickly decide as it is getting late and He needs to sleep as He works in the morning.

So of course, why wouldn’t  i say “YES PLEASE SIR!”

And i keep reminding myself: ALL I WANT IS A NICE BUM

All i can say is that my muscles were screaming in pain and pleasure. It was so fucking wonderful to feel His gloved hands massaging in the ointment on my sore aching muscles. i get wet just thinking about it again. Silly girl that i am.

At one point, when Sir asked why, why would i do this – i told Him my motivation –  i wanted a nice bum. Again with that deep chuckle, He reassures me that it is indeed a nice bum and that He is quite fond of it. And that i WILL be taking a soak in the tub tomorrow.

Okay then, i just want it to be nicer bum then 🙂 … and … perhaps i am just “a little bit of a masochist”.



The massage today was needed as my entire upper back had so many knots along especially on the left side. Also, she took a little bit more time to the lower area where i had pulled a muscle. i really wanted to cry at points from pressure, and feeling her fingers roll over the knots. Sir could see the veins in my neck protrude. A few times, Dallas had to remind me to breathe. It hurt so good. Dallas told Sir to leave the upper shoulders area alone for a while till we get it where it needs to be. The mini beatings were keeping me from going entirely stiff – until we got an appointment with her. She popped my ankles once more though the right foot she was able to crack more in the arch. Either way, there are no complaints.

Once i was done being hurt from her, i was able to move the shoulders and neck with more mobility. It honestly feels great right now.

We also went to get our hair cut. It is great to be able to see through the bangs again. The back was trimmed to clean up the dead ends. Sir was happy with getting His cut – He looks so handsome ;).

That was the Bliss.

Now the Hell starts.

Sir and i had time to have a quick lunch before He had to go to work where we talked with His dad for a couple of minutes. Then off to grab Him a “fancy” coffee prior to dropping Him off.

Taking Him to work makes me a sad girl, even though i know in an hour and a half i work too.

So wandering home i did to start getting ready for my day. Coffee brewing, while i find clothes and clean up.

That moment that most (or at least i assume) women dread decided to pop up. Mother Nature is a Bitch. It is so sad that i have to mark mine on the calendar – not because i am not regular – more because i can never remember when i have it visit. And sure enough, it wasn’t early – i counted the days between to double check. i am not sure why i squirrel with something that regularly comes each month. i get so focused/absorbed with other things, it is like “hey – oh wow – where did you come from – i wasn’t expecting you – ever” It is something i shouldn’t forget – Fuck, it puts me out on the floor for at least 2-3 days of internal pain along with lower back/frontal pain. You would think i would be ready for it.

The heating pad was going to work anyway – it will just have a dual purpose now. And here is hoping that people did their jobs today, as to not making mine longer than needed.

Augh – i see the time. i need to finish getting ready for work.



et cetera
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