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In 1986 after my daughter was born, I got tired of being skinny.  So I started lifting weights.  I took my measurements and my arms were 10″, chest was 36″, waist was 19″, hips was 28″. I was 5’6″ and weighted 99lbs.

Since I wasn’t getting what I wanted from my husband at the time. All I did was pump that iron. I pumped iron in the morning, worked two shifts at my job and pumped iron at night.

Then I started getting bored. So I started running, which I hated dearly, so I put 5lbs on each ankle.

When I got bored doing that. I wondered how far and fast I could go so I took off the ankle weights. I ran 6.3 miles in 20 minutes.
When I got back I was soaking wet and collapsed for about an hour before my nightly weight lifting session.

I kept measuring my body and couldn’t get my arms any bigger than 12 and 3/4, so I started getting frustrated as usual.

Then the United States Air Force had a power lifting competition and civilians could enter and compete, so I entered.

I told my husband at the time and shit hit the fan. He told me that I was no good and I shouldn’t waste my time.

Well I told him where to stick himself, and that didn’t go well either. He told me I was a looser and wouldn’t win.

So to spite his sorry ass, I went anyway. I kept looking in the audience for his arrival and he didn’t even show til after the event.

Well to really stick something up his ass, I was the only woman civilian to enter and I won 1st place light weight division. Then what really Pissed him off was I also received the trophy for best overall lifter in woman’s division of combination light, medium and heavy weight lifters. I guess you could say, I shamed the United States Air Force.

I weighted in at a whopping 107lbs. I dead lifted 280lbs, squared 80lbs, and bench presses 95lbs.

He was so pissed I showed him off and won, he made a big stink about it, so to me our relationship was over.

After getting frustrated about not being able to increase my size, I quit like a dumbass.

I have recently started up my body building career. Mr. Scrumptious measured my arms and they were only 11″, which shamed me.

Now with dedication and hard work, my arms are 12 1/4. I only have a half inch to go to be like I was in 1988, a she-male.

I’m so happy I just can’t stop. I work out 6 days a week and some of the days I do two work outs per day.

I keep going, who knows what I will become because I surely don’t feel like a female, not like I ever have.

So to my x that didn’t support me in that adventure, up yours gomer. I now finally have someone that highly supports my weight lifting career.

So GO ME!!!!!



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On my trip to the dollar general store for my monthly visit. I did my shopping as usually except I was carrying a very heavy backpack.

As I was shopping I used two carry carts and obviously had one in each hand.

As I approached the check out line, there was two people in front of me. Checking out was an old woman who could barely stand and next was a fat man.

As the older woman dropped her handful of change.  She bent over holding on to her cane and could barely pick up her change.

I watched the fat man in front of me and the clerk. I couldn’t believe it, they were both standing there staring at the woman, rolling there eyes and shaking their heads.

So me with the heavy backpack and two heavy hand baskets said to the woman, “Ma’am, can I please help you pi k up your change? “.

I put down my two carry baskets and preceded to take off my heavy backpack and in doing so. The fat man says, “Oh yeah, let me help you.” And begins to bend his fat ass over.

The old woman yells at him saying, “Not you or her (meaning woman behind counter) I want her.” Pointing at me.


What ever happened to helping one another for the good?
What happened to helping and making this world a better place?

Most people won’t help anyone unless they are going to get paid.

As I can see, this story is just another example of a shitheadsociety.

Sorry, but it’s all true.


The drunks at the round table across the street like to start a lot of shit. They especially like to threaten the other neighbors.
So yesterday while I was on lot patrol I kept smelling dog crap and kept looking for it trying to not let anyone know. Then bingo, I found it.
So to get even with the king of the table. I took paper and picked up the crap. Prayed real hard and slung that crap so hard. It went crack and the kings chair rattled.
All night I kept walking by to see where the crap actually ended up but it was too dark.
So in the morning I looked and Lordy be Glory the crap landed and stuck to the Kings chair. Smack dab in the middle of the back rest 3″ from the top and stuck there.
Then the drunks at the round table started stirring around getting ready for there party. So I sat at the top of my lot watching the set up events. The drunks moved this chair 5 different times, the King himself almost put his thumb in the shit.
I watched these assholes for 4 hours, reminding myself not to even smirk.
Then finally the King said to the meat wacker, “what’s that on my chair?”
The meat wacker says, “I don’t know.”
The King says, “It looks like a pile of poop. Go see what it is.”
So the meat wacker gets up, goes over to the chair. Bends over puts his face a foot from the poop and replies, “Yep, that’s what it looks and smells like!”
So the King gets up and says, “Well get it off there. I wonder how that got there?”
My silent thoughts, “Well I guess some dog found a way to shit on your thrown. :):)”
I finally had to go in because I couldn’t keep from cracking up.

Then I found another pile of dog shit in my yard and I know whose dog it came from. So tonight I’m going to pick up that shit and make a deposit, on the owners front steps.






Let’s see how stupid these people are.

I’m traveling in the on coming traffic directed by police officials.

The 1st car pounded into the truck coming from the field and don’t know from which lane it was coming from and the the black car is definitely driving in the wrong lane.

I guess they forgot where they were. ;(