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Another Month And Two Milestones Reached!

Well, the beginning of September marks the end of four months on my diet, and I’m pleased to announce that I have reached two milestones this past month.

Not only have I continued to lose weight on my own  (while not going to the actual clinic for the shots), I reached the blessed 50 lbs down mark…not only that, but I am now in the one hundreds!! Actually, as of this posting, I’m down 53 lbs!!

More milestones include being able to get into clothes from my closet that were too small for me to get on before, and knowing that there are still more in there for me to get on when I finally reach my goal weight.

I can’t say that I haven’t cheated because I have. But they’ve been cheats that at the next meal, I could just take something else away. I’ve also learned when I’m full, therefore even if I have a cheat day, I know when to stop. When I reached 50 lbs, I had an extra “congratulatory” soft taco as my treat.

Staying on a too strict of a diet can cause your body to want to hold onto the fat. Tricking it with some not-as-healthy-for-you foods once in a while is actually good. I’ve cheated and still lost weight. It’s just a matter of knowing when to stop. That’s the key.

I took a 50 lbs down picture, but I don’t like it. I’ve never taken a great picture and when my daughter took it, it looked stupid. Maybe another one another time. So, for now, no pics. Maybe at my next milestone.

BTW, I’ve officially made it to the halfway mark of where I want to be when I’m finished with this whole diet business. It’s been a slow-go, but I feel well…and that’s the most important thing!


Hello! My Name Is Beth And I’m A Peanut Butter-aholic.

Well, I’ve just completed my third month on this “diet”. I use the word diet loosely because I’ve come to realize a few things while on this journey. One is, is that I’m a peanut butter-aholic. I’ve come to the conclusion that it is going to be one of those things I’m just going to have to stay away from. I love it far too much, and only putting on a little isn’t fun.

I’ve always loved peanut butter. ALWAYS! I slathered it on my toast and bread as a child, and given the chance, I’d do it again. It’s just one of those things that I’m not allowed to have on my diet. Re-introducing it will be mega tough…I’m almost positive that I should just stay away from it altogether. Like the alcoholic who can no longer have his blessed rum or whiskey, I think I won’t be able to partake in the delicious smoothness of PB ever again.

Knowing my love of good ole PB, I might be tempted to slather myself in it.

Since last month, I’m down 11 lbs for a grand total of 42 lbs for the three months. I’m feeling much better, my clothes are fitting better, and I’m no longer winded when going up and down stairs. I’ve even been able to get on some of my old clothes from my closet. Oh, there’s still a ton of stuff in there that won’t fit me yet, but sooner or later I’ll get there. Hopefully by the time I go away in November I’m down another 20-30 lbs…maybe even more. That would be nice!

Oh, and I forgot to mention one thing…I’ve been doing this on my own without going to the clinic for the shots! I ran out of money, and although my benefits pay 90% of it, I still have to pay the money upfront and then send in my receipts. I just can’t afford to do that right now. So, I’ve been maintaining my diet quite well on my own.

And, by quite well, I mean that even while camping and eating stuff that wasn’t exactly on my prescribed diet, I still managed to lose a pound, and then two days later, lost another two pounds. I’m quite proud of myself actually.

So far I’ve only cheated once by having a small bowl of plain potato chips…I must admit to having some impure thoughts about the peanut butter though…but, I haven’t had any. If I get any on my fingers, I don’t lick them, and I definitely don’t lick the knife. I just hand the bagel and PB to Jamie to eat…

So far, I haven’t felt totally deprived. While everyone else is having dessert, I’m having fruit or I’ve realized that I’m just so full that I couldn’t possibly eat another thing. This has been good for me…realizing that.

I’ve been contemplating putting up my picture…but, I’d still like to wait…maybe next month…Oh wait…I said that the past two months, haven’t I…? Well, you’ll have to wait again. Sorry.


Murphy’s Point Part Two ~ The Silver Queen Mine Trail

Besides the fact that we left our reservations off until a week or so ago, and all the other places that did have sites available but were either under a radio ban or weren’t electric, one of the other reasons we chose Murphy’s Point was because of the Silver Queen Mine Trail…ok, my hubby wanted to go to see it…

Hubby is a history buff, loves the History channel, loves the Discovery channel and any channel that affords him to learn something new.

I’m more of a scenery type of gal…

One of his friends told him that there was a mine at Murphy’s Point that hubby might be interested in seeing. Well, of course, that was the selling point! Well, at least for him anyway.

So, here’s your little history lesson for the day!

It’s called the Silver Queen Mine, but they don’t mine for silver or Queens…in fact, no where in the guide does it say why it was even called that since they don’t mine silver or Queens…it’s Mica that they used to harvest from this mine. The land was crappy to farm because of the bedrock that lay so close to the surface, but because of the bedrock, the area was rich in minerals such as Apatite (also known as phosphate) and gneiss (pronounced “nice”.) Apatite was used to make fertilizer. But, it was the mica that was the most useful.

The type of mica that often occured together with apatite in that area was called phlogopite mica. It’s an amber colour with perfectly flat crystals that can be split into extremely thin, transparent sheets. It does not conduct electricity and can withstand temperatures over 800 degrees Celcius, making it natures best insulator.

Have you ever seen a woodstove with one of those little glass windows in the front? I always wondered why the glass didn’t melt. Well, that’s because it wasn’t glass. It was mica! It was also used in lanterns, as insulation in boilers and now, in the electrical industry. I think some of the components inside our electronic equipment today still contain pieces of mica in it.

We stood on the same road that the miners used leading from the Silver Queen Mine site to Hogg Bay (where we camped on Big Rideau Lake), about a kilometre and a half away. In summer, horse-drawn ore wagons made their way to the docks at the bay. Mineral ore was then loaded on to barges and shipped along the Rideau Waterway and Canal, which stretches from Ottawa (Hi William!) to Kingston. Later, tractors were used in the winter to draw sleighs to Perth where the ore was then loaded onto a train.

The mine had 28 workers that stayed in the bunkhouse. There was a cook as well, that cooked for the men, steam drillers, machinists, muckers, drill boys, bucket men and of course, no site would be complete without the boss…the foreman. They all stayed in the bunkhouse, or in the homes of some of the neighbours.

As we approached the mine entrance, we all got to don hard hats. The entrance was only 4 feet high so we all had to duck. I was glad to have it at one point as I forgot to duck on my way out!

Sorry the pics are a little blurry…There were a lot of people behind us, and I didn’t want to hold up the line while I tried to take a picture. Of course, this is the fam.

Inside the mine, the Park Warden (Tobi) told us the history of the mine, how the men chipped away at the mica to get big enough pieces of it. We weren’t allowed to take pieces of the mica, but Tobi had a big bowl of mica chips that you could get a piece from. Jamie picked out a really nice piece, which is what you see in her hand. Her piece was really quite thick as well, with many layers of mica.

The whole park itself has many of these pieces of mica in it. It’s at the beach in the water, and I found some on one of the trails near our campsite. I thought it was glass and told Jamie to stay away from it until I picked up a piece and realized that it was the mica. I gathered up a few of those pieces there to bring home with us since we weren’t actually at the mine anymore.

Hubby had a great time learning all about the mine and how it worked. I just went for the scenery. Thankfully, we got a little of each.


Murphy’s Point = Murphy’s Law

Bad directions, a bad fall, forgotten and broken items, and of course, the rain!

Let me just preface this by saying that we had an ok time, but my heart still belongs to Bon Echo Provincial Park. However, when you leave the reservations off until a few days before, you get what you get. That’s what happened this time.

But, we also wanted to try something new…a new place that none of us had ever been to, nor even heard of before. And, what an adventure…and not necessarily a good one either.

If you’re going to go to Murphy’s Point Provincial Park, and you’re coming from the west, DO NOT….I repeat….DO NOT USE GOOGLE MAPS OR MAPQUEST! We had Google Maps for our directions (apparently they are both the same) and we ended up on a wild goose chase that took us over the most evil roads ever made by man. These roads were so evil that they belong in the fifth ring of hell kind of evil. Windy roads, roads so narrow that we were sure that we must be going the wrong way, and roads that led us off the beaten path. The directions told us to go down this one road that led us over a swing bridge so narrow, we honestly didn’t think our truck or trailer would be able to make it.

Then the map led us down a road that actually led us towards private property. Hubby wasn’t exactly impressed that he had to turn around on this narrow lane with a trailer in tow…but, I guess you could say that he just honed his backing-up-with-a-trailer skills that much more. Practice does make perfect.

Of course, instead of following the map that google maps gave us, if we had just continued on straight, we would have found the park entrance. Instead, it gave us the “uncivilized” route. A lot of expletives were uttered, and sometimes rather loudly, by my hubby. Not exactly the kind of language a nine year old needs to hear.

So, we find the campsite and start getting set up. Hubby mentioned something about emptying the back of the truck first to find the blocks that go behind the trailer’s wheels to keep it from rolling. I get this brilliant idea (well, I just wanted to help) that I would hoist my big butt into the back of the truck to help unload it.

What happened next remains a mystery to me. One minute I’m climbing up the back of the truck (something I’ve done a million times) and the next minute, I’m falling backwards. I somehow scraped my right outer thigh on something and my right knee…and the fleshy, sensitive area of my arm (you know, that flappy skin most of us have that closely resemble wings)…I have no idea what I scraped it on either.

I’m just glad that I didn’t hit: 1. My head. 2. My teeth. 3. My face in general, particularly my nose. I’m also thankful that I didn’t land on some big ass rock or tree root as well. That could have required a trip to the hospital!

After feeling lightheaded twice (I swear I didn’t hit my head…I think I was just feeling sorry for myself…), I was finally able to help out with the rest of the setting up.

That’s when we realized we were missing some crucial items…namely, a step-ladder so that we could put the awning up. We ended up not being able to use it because we weren’t tall enough to put it up without it. Also, the poles weren’t cooperating with us. It was like Murphy’s Law was against us…anything that can happen, will…well, it did. Hubby forgot his jeans, I forgot some food, and to top it all off, we get there and there’s a fire ban.

What’s camping without a fire? Well, ok, I guess…still, it’s so much nicer when there’s a fire. If I wanted to sit outside in the nighttime with no fire, I could have done it more cheaply at home!

Prior to going on the trip, I read someone’s blog about their visit to Murphy’s Point. They had some really interesting pictures. I wondered if we would encounter these same animals on our trip. I had hope anyway.

Well, our first day there consisted of seeing a lot of these…Gigantic Millipedes or something…they seemed to be all over the roads…thankfully, they weren’t near the campsite. I think I would have freaked if they had gotten into the trailer. Not exactly pretty looking critters!

Just when I was beginning to think that there wasn’t any actual wildlife in this park, we went to the visitor center to look at the friendly neighbourhood Rat Snake (he’s 30 years old and lives in a cage at the visitor center…he’s also 6’4″) Jamie wouldn’t hold him but she did touch him…with a little help from me. Apparently they are native to this area and are tagged…but totally not poisonous and don’t bite.

The snake was quite docile and liked to wrap itself around whatever or whomever was holding him. He also likes to climb trees. BTW, this is Ian, one of the park employees who was handling the Rat Snake.

And, just before meeting the Rat Snake, we saw this little beauty…it\s kind of hard to tell what it is, but this little guy is a dragonfly…a navy blue colour and very pretty. I tried to get a good picture of him, but it was difficult to get close enough without scaring him away.

On the way back from seeing the snake and dragonfly, we encountered these two deer. One was a young doe and the other, a young buck with two six inch horns on the top of his head. The buck was a little further away and it was difficult for me to get a good picture of him. The doe was a little less skittish and stayed where she was, eating her grass and leaves and allowing us to videotape and photograph her. We were probably about ten feet away from her most of this time.

As far as wildlife goes, this last little guy was something I’d never seen up close before. We decided to do a nature/history trail on Thursday, and this is one of the little guys that we encountered.

He’s a little green tree frog…of course, silly little guy is a bit confused…he’s actually sitting on a stone column that had once been part of a barn. This was the first stop on the hike we did (guided by the park warden himself, and three park employees) which was called The Lally Homestead. This had been the barn they used while they were farming/living there.

The stone was also confusing him as he normally is either green in the leaves, gray or brown in the dirt…however, the pink seemed to be confusing to him…I guess he wasn’t sure what colour to turn himself, so he just stayed green.

Another little critter we saw a lot of, were fire flies…you gotta love a fire fly! We were making up little stories trying to figure out why they light up. My story was that they held their breath until their butts glowed. But, I’d never seen so many in one place before.

We had quite the adventure this time around…as I said before, Bon Echo is my favourite place to go…and, it’s a place I want to return to again…Will I go back to Murphy’s Point? Well, I’m going to say no…it was ok, but it wasn’t as pretty as Bon Echo and there wasn’t as much to see or do…however, my next blog will be a little bit of the history of Murphy’s Point, so stay tuned!


The Post Office Are Crooks! And Thank You, Mary!

Well, month two is done and I’m doing well. I’m officially down a total of  31 lbs since my last blog. (18 lbs last month, 13 this month)

It would have been more, but I had to take a little time off from the diet…ok, not from the diet, because I followed it pretty much to a tee…but, I had to stop going to the clinic to get the B12 and B6 shots because I was waiting for the money from my benefits to get to me.

Oh, funny story about that…

So, I get my receipts (I had two of them for two weeks worth of shots) and fill out the paperwork for Sun Life (my work benefit company). I address it in my normal handwriting script to said company.

While I’m waiting for the money to come in, I told them at the clinic that I wouldn’t be in for a couple of weeks while I was waiting for my money to come in. They were ok with that. They expected me to go on some sort of “Temporary Maintenance”…but, that’s a whole other story. I didn’t do their TM because I wanted to continue to try to lose.

Anyway, I wait, and I wait…

Then I get a letter from Manulife…(my husbands work benefit company). I open it, wondering what it could be. It was like opening a letter from an agent saying that they were rejecting my book…this company was rejecting my claim.

But, I didn’t send it to Manulife….I sent my receipts to Sun Life! Ok, so they’re both in the same town (Waterloo)…but apparently the postal worker who delivers the letters there didn’t read the address. I don’t even know the address to Manulife, so why would they send it there?

Then, to make matters worse, they (Manulife) opened my claim and sent back the rejection letter as they don’t cover those shots unless you are vitamin deficient. Well, at least it didn’t take them months to send them back. I guess I should be thankful for that.

So, I re-do the paperwork and re-address the envelope to SUN LIFE. I printed it in BIG, BOLD letters, hoping that the dumbass postal worker would send it to the right place this time.

So, I go to the post office with my letter in hand. I complained that the post office had sent my claim to the wrong benefit company and wondered if I could get the money back for my stamp. They said, “We can’t do that. It wasn’t our fault.”

Ok, that may be true that it wasn’t their fault personally, but it still was the fault of the postal service. I didn’t get my 69 cents back…I know it’s not a lot, but it’s the principle of the thing. The postal service are just crooks. There’s no other way to look at it.

Well! While all this is going on, my friend Mary messaged me via facebook and asked about the program I’m on and wondered if she could use me for a referral. With Mary joining the program, I got two free weeks of shots! So, yay Mary!!! She’s doing amazingly well on the program. She doesn’t have much to lose and soon she’ll be on maintenance.

As for me, still no pictures yet…sorry. You’ll just have to use your imagination. However, people have mentioned that they can see the difference in my face. I can too.  BTW, I haven’t seen this weight in a long time. It’s all wonderful news from here on end…!


One Month Gone…Many More To Go

Well, last month (and I can’t believe I haven’t posted in a month…I’ve been busy promoting my books, Devon Cooper’s romantic comedy “Bad Day”, and reading/reviewing books) I wrote a blog about starting another diet…or as some people say, rearranging my eating habits. It’s been a long month, and yet, as I said, I can’t believe a month has gone by since I posted…so it’s been rather a short month as well.

I feel really good. My clothes fit a bit better. I’m in no way even close to my goal weight, but I find I’m not getting winded going up the stairs as much. That’s a plus.

Also, my blood pressure has significantly dropped. Like, so much so, my doctor has reduced my blood pressure medicine to a lower dose and discontinued the water pill that I usually take with my BP med. When you go from an original BP of 210/121 (that was about 3 years ago or so) to 90/60, it’s time to rethink the BP meds. I was sure that my doctor wouldn’t want me to go off them completely until we knew for certain that my BP wasn’t going to shoot up without the meds. I’d rather be safe than sorry.

So, in the month since I started this weight loss program, I’ve lost 18 lbs and feel pretty good. It’s a restrictive diet, but I’m not hungry (or 95% of the time I’m not)…and, I’ve been able to resist all manners of sabotage treats either at work and here at home. You know you’re being sabotaged when the hubby brings home KFC…well, I’m not going to sabotage my weight loss goals for a piece of greasy (but delicious) fried chicken. One night, hubby said he had a craving for a Snickers bar and asked if I wanted one. I gave him one of my looks, then said, “You know I can’t have that.” He said, “Well, I just thought it would be impolite not to ask.”

There’s a word for people like him.

Well, no pictures…not yet.

Maybe next month? Probably not. I’m still too self conscious about that. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to post a decent picture of myself by August or Septemember…one that will lift my spirits up when I look at it. And, hopefully by November when I go away with my sister, I will look smashing in a bathing suit.

And, when I’m rich and famous (LOL…I suppose it could happen), I’ll look good in my magazine cover picture…


Intervention Or Accountability?

I’m going to be accountable to you all.

No, I’m not into drugs or alcohol. No, I’m not into some sort of weird kind of shit. But, I’ve been dealing with this for the better part of my life, and I really don’t want to be like this any more.

When I was a young girl, I wasn’t fat. I did have a little belly, but it didn’t hang over my pants like a muffin top. Right now, I not only have a muffin top; I’ve got the whole muffin store there, plus the cake aisle, plus the chip aisle, plus…!

When I was in high school, my mother would put me on a diet even though I didn’t need to be on one. But, if dad needed to lose weight, then we all had to go on the diet, too, I guess for moral support…and the fact that mother didn’t want to have to cook more than one meal.

As I got older, and out on my own, my mother wasn’t with me to tell me that I needed to go on a diet that I really didn’t need to be on. I could have whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.

Now I embark once again on another diet. I’m not getting any younger, and my father died young at 54 years old. I don’t want to leave this earth that soon!! I still have books to write!!

So, I’ve decided to rejoin Dr. Bernstein’s to help me to lose this weight. I’m not going to show you any before pictures of me until I’ve lost some of this poundage. I don’t want to gross you guys out completely and make you lose whatever meal you just ate!

I have a plane ticket to use up, so my sister and I decided to cross off a trip to Florida from our bucket lists. We’re not going until November, so I have time. Neither one of us has ever been anywhere, and Florida seemed like the perfect place to go. We’ll only be gone for four days, but that should be long  enough for us to get the traveling bug.

So I have a goal…Florida heat and sun, palm trees, and a Stateful of beaches!

I don’t want to look like a beached whale as I lay on the sands of Florida, so as of Tuesday, I will be rejoining Dr. Bernstein’s. I would have gone in today, but they need an hour to get my stuff and their stuff together, and since they need you to not eat prior to taking your blood for a fasting blood sugar test, and I was just off of midnights, I opted to eat, and I’ll go in tomorrow. And, thankfully my benefits from work still cover the majority of the cost of the program.

I’ll get my daughter to take a before picture of me, but as I said, you won’t see it right away. As I lose the weight, I’ll take a picture. Hopefully the end result will be blogworthy.

So, wish me luck, and I’ll see you back here in a month to be accountable to you all.


Cuteness Factor Times One Hundred

As I mentioned in my last blog here, cats will sleep any where, any time. They say that if you want the best seat in the house, you should move the cat. My cats will sleep anywhere, but they do have their preferences.

I used to have a cat named “K” and he would sleep in the neatly folded clean laundry. I remember having a cat once that liked dirty laundry. Another cat I had named Percy, liked to sleep on my outstretched legs. Newton likes to do that too, but it gets uncomfortable after a while….well, uncomfortable for me. Newton also likes to lay on my hip when I’m on my side.

According to the Loony Tunes cartoons, because all of the cartoons are factual, (LOL) cats and dogs aren’t supposed to like each other. But, I once had a dog named Snoopy and a cat named Sandy…they hadn’t grown up together, but they got along just fine. Snoopy’s nose was a little out of joint when Sandy came to live with us, but he soon got over it with a little attention.

Judging by these kitties and doggies, they love each other…friends until the end. I think all doggies should have their very own cat…these pictures just prove it. This blog is cute personified!!

Cat: Give me a little sugar, Sugar.

Dog: Stop it, you’ll embarrass me.

Oh, goodness I’ve missed you!

I love you.

You sleep, and I’ll keep a watch.

This one here looks like they got caught doing something they shouldn’t have been doing…that dog doesn’t look very innocent. LOL

Who turned out the lights?

He’s beautiful, Mama. I’ll protect him…maybe one day I can show him how to mush.


They also make great umbrella’s! (Look at that smile on that kitty!!)

Oh no, Kitty…you’re not going anywhere.

It’s a cat bed!

Give me a kiss…

No explanation…looks comfy to me.


The kitty who doesn’t want to be found…



When The Mouse Is Asleep, So Is The Cat!

I’ve seen it happen.

At our house, we have a vestibule…like a mud room, I guess you could call it. But, it’s closed off from the rest of the house by a door. One of the panes of glass was out of the door, so the cats could get in and out adlib.

The one cat, Newton, found this mouse and took it into the vestibule where he knew it wouldn’t be able to “escape”. Both cats were in there, tormenting this poor mouse. However, after a while, they all gave up and went to sleep.

There’s really nothing sweeter than a sleeping cat. I love how they purr in their sleep. It signifies happiness. I like a happy cat.

There are a few different sleep positions that cats can do. I swear they can sleep anywhere. My one cat, Dodgey, would sleep 25 hours a day if he thought he could get away with it.

Some of these pictures I’ve used before in other blogs, but they’re too cute not to use again.

The shrunken kitty sleep position. He’s only a head, arms and legs, with a tail attached. No body.


The take-the-shape-of-whatever-you’re-laying-in position.

Laying down on the job, while the other’s are working hard, doesn’t seem fair. However, if it’s your lunch break…go for it!

The bed hog: Takes up his own space, plus most of yours.

In order to be popular again, do what the baby does.

Have box, will sleep.

Leap frog? FAIL!

“Come on, guys! A little room here!!

The sleep-anywhere-anytime position.

Imitation is the best form of flattery.

It was a good book, but it’s getting late. Sleep now, read more later.

Boarding: Even cats can do it!

Honestly, these can’t be comfortable…yet, the kitty makes it seem like it is.

Oh, so that’s why there’s always little kitty hairs in the food!

Can you say, kink in your neck when you wake up?

There’s always got to be that one oddball in the family that just has to do everything differently than everyone else.

God, I’m so tired from packing and unpacking…

Brand new kitty? Some assembly required.

The doggy bed.

My office job is sooooo boring.




I Hope You’ve Got Clean Underwear On

About a week ago, my daughter and I were out for a walk, and there was this teenage kid ahead of us who was bouncing a basketball down the sidewalk. He had to walk with his feet apart (trying to look cool), while holding/pulling up his pants with the other hand.

I’m one of those kind of people that doesn’t have a filter. If I see something funny, I laugh. It could be in appropriately, like when I see someone wearing something that looks stupid…In this case, this kid that was trying to be “cool”, was actually looking like a dumbass. Every few steps, even with his feet apart, he had to hike up his pants. So not cool. I couldn’t help but snicker.

My daughter saved my ass though…and she’s only 9! She knew what I was laughing at, but to save me she said, “That was a good joke, mom,” as the kid ahead of us looked back.

Whatever happened to the regular style of jeans? You know, straight leg, boot cut, any cut that is the the right one and the right length. Levi’s and Wrangler’s, Calvin’s…whatever.

When did society say that it was ok to wear your pants down by your knees? I mean, they don’t have to be fancy, or have neato stitching on them…just plain, ordinary jeans that fit a guy right. One’s that show off a guy’s great ass, is what I like.

Admittedly, some guys don’t have asses, and of course, guys don’t have hips either. But, being fitted for a nice pair of jeans would get these guys a lot of ladies.

Where I work, I see this fashion look all day long. They all think they look cool. They don’t. When did waddling because your pants are at your knees, be a cool look?

I was working one night when one of the staff told me about this “look”. She said that this look (if you can call it that) started out in the prisons. Newbie inmates had to wear their pants this way so that when “Bubba” was ready, you would be too. Less work to get the pants off, easier access. Ewww, gross.

Why is this look cool? I mean, you might as well not bother wearing any pants at all. You’d definitely look better.

Even Justin Bieber thinks he’s “trying” to be cool. Trust me, it’s not working.

Even the cartoons??? Please…this has to be a gay thing…it just has to be. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but really, do we need to see all that? I didn’t think so.

Now, this is more what I’m talking about. Nice fit. Nice cut. Nice ass.

Of course, some people go to the other extreme. You don’t want them too tight. We really don’t need to see what you’re packin’.

When did this look stop being sexy…

And, this look start being the new trend? This guy is so worried about his pants falling down, that he’s got another pair of pants on underneath. What??? That makes no sense to me whatsoever.