First of all - reminder of a note to self:

On a snowy day, when all the monkey fuckers are out driving around on the ice, knowing full well they can barely operate their car on dry pavement, I should not listen to Metallica. It makes me want to stop the car and kick someone's ass. It also makes me believe that I could succeed. Actually, I'm pretty sure I could. There are two things that are hard to fight -- stubborn and stupid. The former label I wear with pride. I like to believe that of all the things I've been called over the years, stupid has not been among them.

Anyway, settle down, I don't actually fist fight. Anymore.

How did The Gym Bitch get to be such a bitch you may ask yourself?? Look at what an angel I was -- this was Christmas of 1967 - I would turn 3 in January. You are correct - I was an ample child. In fact my dad's nickname for me was Moose. I am pretty sure that every little girl wants to be called Moose. Could this be why I am a bitch?? No. Not at all.

I just like saying what other people are thinking but won't actually say out loud. Go take a good look at your children --- and look again at this picture of me..........and know if you have a potential bitch in the making, there is nothing you can do about it. We are a force unto ourselves. Maybe I should start a mentoring program -

Love,
The Formerly Angelic Gym Bitch