So been a weird, mach-80 kinda few weeks. I swear I am not sure where time has gone. Other than past me REALLY fast.
So - working out is still... working out. 2 weeks left to go on the program. Seeing some results, but not quite as aggressive as I would have liked. Bygones. Feel healthier, actually do see some differences and did manage to buy clothes a size smaller last week.
So there is that.
Work is nuts. I had a bad week last week.
People just were being idiots. I wanted to just wear a sign around my neck that said "Let me do my job. I don't tell you how to do yours!" and leave it at that.
Alas, it didn't happen.
The book thing is cool. Working out ok. Not as big of a dent in the bills as I would have hoped. But still getting things back in check.
Decided to take a chance on the online thing ONE more time.
This is what it has gotten me so far:
45 year old men with teenage kids
one 19 year old kid
30 year old twice-divorced fathers of like, 3
and one VERY odd man in Virginia who has a foot fetish and wants to massage my feet all day.
This is my life.
For those of you who read this, and I know you are few -- if you are in a relationship go home and hug your other.
And thank the lord you do not have to deal with the likes of online foot fetishes -- unless you are into that sort of thing, not trying to be TOO judgmental. Its just, well, my feet are NASTY.
Not what I consider an attractive part of the body -- at least not in the fall. Summer, maybe as I keep up with pedicures, etc.
But really, are these people illiterate???
The following things are QUITE clear on my profile:
I have an age range, if you are over 40 -- odds are I don't want to date you.
If you are more than 75 miles away, I probably don't want to date you.
If you have kids, I REALLY don't want to date you -- I have nothing against children -- in fact at some point I want some of my own, but not looking to put the mommy hat on right now.
I have a visible tattoo and indicate that my humor is a little sarcastic -- if these things turn you off -- You do not want to date me.
I am missing something -- really missing something. All I have gotten is a bunch of 43 year old divorcees -- WITH KIDS -- who want to meet me.
Des Moines dating = cesspool.
So this has not really helped in the "No, I am really ok" department.
I know, I know, being a smidge on the dramatic side. But come on -- of the, like 400 people who have viewed my profile, NO ONE is normal?
At this point, this has ceased to be a means to meet people and become sheer entertainment. Of course, entertainment at the cost of some of my pride, but hey -- worth a few laughs along the way.
On the family front, Mom is starting some new treatment options. Things were not responding the way that everyone had hoped for with the shots - so those are done. She apparently had a rough weekend last week. I worry about her. Afraid she is keeping to much inside to put on a good face for everyone. Can't be healthy. I mean, I am not talking pity party here, but she should be entitled to get upset every now and then.
Courtney has done the unimaginable -- she got her own apartment, a full time, SALARIED job and is moving out.
Kudos to her.
Melissa is considering moving to California to live with a friend and see what she can make of the world out there. I say go -- NOW, go. Get in your car, don't look back.
I think that is about it. keep in mind, this post took two days to write.
Yeah. That busy.
On a parting note: Check out the following artists I am currently enjoying:
The Perishers
Amos Lee
Feist
Out
M.
