What is Love (Baby Don’t Hurt Me)

Happy Valentine’s day to all my readers. I hope you are all having a fabulous Friday and a fabulous holiday. I have been flying high since about 8pm EST last night. We will get to that in a minute. So far, I have had a wonderful day. Mickey is off work this weekend, so we get to spend the weekend together. Alice is starting to feel better, so I am looking forward to spending the weekend with her as well. I have so much to say today, so hang on. In fact, I could not decide to name my entry today after Valentine’s Day, which I gave in and did, or whether to name it after what happened last night, or whether to name it after the exercise I did today.

Up first is Last Night. About 8pm EST, I decided to give my stats a look. I didn’t have anything better to do and I was bored. Now, my blog is less than a month old, so I don’t expect much. I have (had) around 190 followers, which is great. I also average around 100 hits per day. Not bad for a brand new blog that is really about nothing but me. (It’s ALL about ME!!!!) According to the little doohickey at the top of our stat site, my blog was getting tons of hits. I was puzzled. I looked at the bottom, but there weren’t THAT many likes, no more than usual. Same people commenting, no more than usual. So why was my blog hitting the stratosphere?

I decided to check my email. Maybe there was an explanation. Maybe, the SEO Gods had smiled on me, although that seemed silly, considering I write this blog for me without an worry about SEO practices. I opened my email, which is linked to my blog and my Twitter account. I auto tweet all my entries. I think so far, it has garnered me one hit, LOL. BUT, Bolthouse Farms has been reading my blog and following me. When I saw what was in my email, I about died. I could NOT breathe. I turned to Alice and began gasping and pointing at my screen. It took three tries before I could get the words out.

If you are my friend on Facebook, you know what happened. However, most of my readers are not. This is BIG, people. JILLIAN MICHAELS READ MY BLOG AND RETWEETED IT OUT!!!!!!!!

Here it is people:

JillianMichaelsTour ‏@JillianLiveTour 21h

Love this, @hunterswriter! Movin’ on up – you’ll be at 70 pound weights before you know it 😉 a great read!

THEN, she included the link to my blog.

Now, I can never claim in my disclaimer that Jillian Michaels doesn’t know I exist.

Now, onto, what is love? Many people think love is flowers and chocolates and cards and nice dinners out once a year. Not me. I don’t dislike Valentine’s Day, I just celebrate it differently. Mickey and I have a weekday getaway planned for March. Today, we took a HEART healthy walk together (more about that in a minute.) Alice fixed me a protein filled breakfast. It’s the little things.

Mickey proved his love to me three years ago when I had heart surgery. He sat by me constantly. Mickey helped me to the restroom and wiped my fanny when I couldn’t bend or move to do it myself. That is love people. Anyone can buy a few roses and say, “I love you.” Real love is wiping your partner’s bottom, when she can’t do it herself. Mickey gave me sponge baths after I got home. He did every single chore there was to do around the house because i was helpless.

Mickey works a job he doesn’t like. He goes in faithfully and works in 140 degree heat pulling splintery plywood off a conveyer belt. It is hot, sticky, splintery work and Mickey does it so he can provide for me and Alice. Even though, biologically Alice isn’t his and most of the time Alice ignores him. He still does this. He pays the bills, he allows me to plan great vacations and scrimp so we can have them. Everyday, in little ways, Mickey tells me he loves me and it doesn’t involve flowers or cards.

Now, as far as our walk. We went for a pretty intense walk for me, anyways. I downloaded Map My Walk, because a friend swears by it. Off we went. I walked as fast as my short little legs would carry me and I swung my arms the entire time. When I was done, I found that Map My Walk had listed my walk as a leisurely walk. I went with it, but geesh. I was sweating. I was out of breath and panting. I managed almost a mile and still have to get on the bike for a bit. I guess it is because I was walking basically a 23 minute mile. However, I never thought panting and sweating meant leisure!

That is all for today my friends. I hope you all have a lovely weekend and remember, love isn’t just about having a boyfriend, girlfriend, spouse. It’s about being with people you love who understand you and love you back.

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