Extremely Muscular Women

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  • (amazing, delighted, sorry, horrendous) vraiment;
  • Vigorously robust
  • mesomorphic: having a robust muscular body-build characterized by predominance of structures (bone and muscle and connective tissue) developed from the embryonic mesodermal layer
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  • Of or affecting the muscles
  • Having well-developed muscles
  • of or relating to or consisting of muscle; "muscular contraction"
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  • (woman) a female person who plays a significant role (wife or mistress or girlfriend) in the life of a particular man; "he was faithful to his woman"
  • An adult human female
  • A female worker or employee
  • A wife, girlfriend, or lover
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extremely muscular women
"Fibromyalgia - not just in your head!" digital design by mimitalks, married w/children
"Fibromyalgia - not just in your head!" digital design by mimitalks, married w/children
When we bought the snazzy new purple number our daughter is wearing, one of the first things I thought was "I can do promotional images for Fibromyalgia." Why? Because I have it, along with loads of other women - and even some men. What is it? To give you a good all-around description it is "muscular rheumatism". Your muscles hurt because of overactive nerves when you do repetitive activity and sometimes even when you don't! It presents differently with different people, too. The one symptom seemingly in common with those who bear it is the touchpoints of pain. If I remember right, there are about 11. A rheumatologist, after ruling out auto-immune disorder (when I inexplicably started hurting everywhere) and anything else similar, diagnosed me with this. I had those touchpoints. Thinking back, I had it in a latent form even when younger and I see signs already of E-leigh (pictured above) having it. It can run in families. For years Fibromyalgia has been diagnosed as everything under the sun - or worse - been considered by doctors and others a figment of the imagination. Let me tell you, it is no figment of my imagination or that of anyone else. It is real. Not life-threatening, but can be extremely debilitating to those who deal with it day to day. We all have our way of dealing with it. My primary way is to keep myself mentally engaged. If I'm not aware of it, I don't hurt. Simple, huh. Problem is, there is always a time when you must be disengaged - rest, stop, stand still for long periods of time, do simple tasks like folding clothes (what's more repetitive than that?) or load a dishwasher. Try going through a bag or box looking for something...that alone can bring on waves of increased pain. Imagine having the dull aches and pains of the Flu 24 hours a day (without the Flu), and you have a pretty good idea what "Fibro" does... Anyway, I want you to know I understand. We deal with it the best way we can. Some take the popular medicines advertised for it. I choose not to take anything specific that seems to have a lot of side effects that are even worse. When things are really bad, and it's time to just lie down and let the pain wash over me because I really need some rest (oh, did I mention insomnia due to the pain of lying down?), I take Naproxyen. But only if there's no other way...
You Quack Me Up!
You Quack Me Up!
Three women die together in an accident and go to Heaven. When they get there, St Peter says, "We only have one rule here in Heaven: don't step on the ducks." They enter Heaven, and sure enough, there are ducks all over the place. It is almost impossible not to step on a duck, and although they try their best to avoid them, the first woman accidentally steps on one. Along comes St Peter with the ugliest man she ever saw. St Peter chains them together and says, "Your punishment for stepping on a duck is to spend eternity chained to this ugly man." The next day, the second woman steps accidentally on a duck, and along comes St Peter, who doesn't miss a thing, and with him is another extremely ugly man. He chains them together with the same admonishment as for the first woman. The third woman has observed all this and not wanting to be chained for all eternity to an ugly man, is very, VERY careful where she steps. She manages to go months without stepping on any ducks, but one day St Peter comes up to her with the most handsome man she has ever laid eyes on. He is tall, tanned, slim and muscular. St Peter chains them together without saying a word. The woman, thinking that this is great, remarks, "I wonder what I did to deserve being chained to you for all of eternity." The guy says, "I don't know about you, but I stepped on a duck."