Thursday, right? I feel like that cartoon that reads 'I would have enjoyed Spring more if I'd known it only lasted 3 days'.
I woke this morning totally psyched on going Atkins for at least 30 days to 'shake things up a bit' but caved to vegetable soup (with carrots & tomatoes) by 2pm. This AFTER dipping into the candy bowl too many times to confess.
Ahh well, there's always tomorrow to be perfect.
But our challenge today instructs us to accent the positive instead of the negative so although I didn't give it the opening headline time to turn this journal around by bragging about how very cool I was changing the bed this morning including turning both mattresses end to end (two twins for the split king) as well as completely making it in less than 15 mins without getting hot, sweaty, tired, or needing to fall back onto it and take a nap. This was NOT possible two years ago. I know the F2MC is happening because I flipped those mattresses like flapjacks. Grrr! Step right up and buy a ticket to see the amazingly strong bed changing lady. Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. Oh well.
For an update on the 'dating myself' experiment - not bad - but then again, we haven't had our first fight yet. I'm still 'getting to know me' (cue the soundtrack from King & I) and have been proceeding with it by answering date questions suggested online. They seem fairly shallow and I'm not sure I'd really want to hang around anyone to whom such information is important for very long but these are what I consider 'the baby steps.' For my first week of dating I gifted myself with accessories for my bike: basket, mirror and bell. Isn't that cute! I'm so darn thoughtful! (Huge LOL with an eye roll).
On the other hand I have been using this insight to actually draft a 'profile' on Match and ... surprise surprise... I'm not getting 'winked' like I was when I was vague and mysterious. What does THAT have to say about internet dating? Was it that line in my profile that shared 'I'm financially independent so I'll never ask you to loan me money but will never loan you any either'?
I couldn't resist. I'd walked thru the living room far too many times when Cutty was watching Judge Judy and invariably, in between the 'your pit bull dog bit my chihuahua' case there was some person who'd loaned their internet dating person (sometimes men but usually a woman) money. Cutty would make me stop and watch as a training film for widowhood. Seriously.
And another kind of snarky comment - at least 9 out of 10 profiles read the man is seeking a woman who's 'slender, athletic and toned' and my thought was 'well, let's see, statistically over 50% of society is considered obese so I would imagine THAT woman got snapped up early, dude.' Then again there was a guy seeking a woman anywhere from 23 to 121. Seriously? 122 is the cutoff? You snob.
On the positive note - I'm beginning to wonder if photoshop made a fortune with these profiles or if I've just been overestimating a person's age for years. I would have guessed those 55-65 year old men, in person, to be in their 40's. It's making me rethink everything I ever knew about anything. Hmm.
Ok, enough silliness. The soup finally warmed me and took away my sugar frenzie. Yay. ATF is doing well. I'm supposed to go watch the youngest Gson play tennis this afternoon but it's cold and cloudy and I just don't want to go. Then again, maybe I'll take my new racket & bag of balls and get to hit a few with him in between matches. My mood flips faster than those mattresses this morning so I'll give you the final decision tomorrow.
Until then, a few little funnies ~ this is what happens on low traffic days in the shop ;-)
Y'all be good now, ya hear?
Bells
