
She talks
about not being a size two but how she can shake it shake it like she’s
supposed to do. I know, I know, I am
only a few days away from 40, but I can shake it shake it too like I’m supposed
to do and at that moment I was shaking it shaking it like I’m supposed to do and I
smiled when I thought that if the girls were to walk in right then they would blush
and say, “Mom, you’re too old to dance like that,” and if Jason were home he
would come up and grab my bum. There, I
probably embarrassed all of them by admitting that.
The song
talks about photo shop and how that’s not real and it talks about boys liking a
little more booty to hold at night, having all the right junk in all the right
places. Where am I going with this, you
ask. Good question. As I was listening to it all it was like some
light bulb popped on above my head. Now
can Heavenly Father through the Holy Ghost use a stupid rock song to speak to
me? The answer is yes and he did. Grant it, the version that I listed above is
a much cleaner version than the original, no swearing aloud, but the picture is
the same either way.
Age is
catching up with me, and I don’t mind it, really I don’t. I don’t mind the white hairs that keep coming
back, I don’t mind the wrinkles popping up around my eyes and between my nose,
I don’t even mind that my body is much stiffer and sorer after a hard workout
than it used to be when I was younger.
What I do mind is the fact that I am fifteen pounds heavier than I was
seven years ago even though I workout harder than I ever have and eat about 500
calories less than I used to. And
sometimes I wonder how Jason can think that I am sexy and even if he does. It was while listening to this song that I
realized how crazy I am to even wonder this.
And here is why…
Jason is
always taking a quick grab here and there, holding me a little longer than
needed when he comes home at night, giving my bum a quick goose when no one is
looking unless it’s our kids and then he doesn’t care if they see. When I get undressed he locks the door so he
can watch and when I pop into the shower he is always pulling back the curtain
to get a quick look. He cuddles up to me
at night and wraps me tightly against him and he plays with my hair when we are
watching t.v. together. He calls me sexy
baby stubs, and gorgeous and hot stuff and tells me maybe nine million times a
day how sexy or gorgeous or hot I am, so why would there ever be any question
whether or not he thinks me sexy? And I
know that you all, all of you married ladies out there, know exactly what I am
talking about.

See what I
am getting at here? All of that makes up
Angi, me, and I’m pretty awesome…and here is the secret…YOU ARE TOO! And if you have any question about it, pay a
little more attention to all of the signals that your sweetie is giving you,
heck write them down with a check mark all day long as you are with him if you
need to and I think you will be surprised all of the sexiness that he thinks
that you are and then when Satan says that you’re not a size two or that you
don’t have all the right junk in all the right places you can tell him that he
is crazy and that he can go find some other sexy lady to harass, cuz we all
know that “Guys like a little more bootie to hold at night,” and quick frankly
being you, small and tiny, tall and willowy, round and curvy, elegant and
graceful, or clumsy but spunky, whichever you may be is the perfect you and
that in itself is sexy and you…yes you my dear are everything that that word
means and if you don’t believe me, well….just go ask your hubby.
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