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***Snipets of a Life Dung Gong***

From Monday to this morning:

I am getting out of shape. I had to stop—again—during cardio workout because I was out of breath.

I’m extremely proud when I see out-of-shape people at the gym. Really. I’m not being sarcastic. That’s what the gym’s for! I make it a habit to give a “thumbs up” when I see newbies in my cardio classes or give encouragement to someone on a treadmill for the first time.

My hormones are in high form as I just stared blatantly at the beautiful backside of a young (twenty something) bartender at a bar. And the smile…!

And speaking of hormones…there’s a Marine who has taken to regularly visiting the coffeeshop where I write. Grrr. Very…distracting. (Though fodder for my novel.)

Finally started reading my reading group’s book of the month. Hmmm. Main character having an affair with sibling’s spouse. I think the author’s been peeking in my Tomorrow Files.

I whined, ranted, and vented to a published author in FM’s chat about why I’m writing (or why should I.) Very cathartic.

Summertime’s brought out the hunger in me. (Besides the libido.) At the coffeeshop, for instance, I consumed soup, two fraps, pastry and so much water I diluted myself. (How? Uh, this is a PG-13 blog so I can’t go into details.)

Garage door broke down. I had to wait until a contractor arrived to deal with it. Sigh. Since I’m only working half a day on Friday, I’ll have to stay a lot longer these next few days to make up the lost hours.

Yesterday’s writing session rocked. Three good pages flowed out (or was it the water?) within an hour. See what happens when one doesn’t chat?

Spouse continues to sound better.

Today’s my parent’s 37th wedding anniversary. Yay!
From Monday to this morning:

I am getting out of shape. I had to stop—again—during cardio workout because I was out of breath.

I’m extremely proud when I see out-of-shape people at the gym. Really. I’m not being sarcastic. That’s what the gym’s for! I make it a habit to give a “thumbs up” when I see newbies in my cardio classes or give encouragement to someone on a treadmill for the first time.

My hormones are in high form as I just stared blatantly at the beautiful backside of a young (twenty something) bartender at a bar. And the smile…!

And speaking of hormones…there’s a Marine who has taken to regularly visiting the coffeeshop where I write. Grrr. Very…distracting. (Though fodder for my novel.)

Finally started reading my reading group’s book of the month. Hmmm. Main character having an affair with sibling’s spouse. I think the author’s been peeking in my Tomorrow Files.

I whined, ranted, and vented to a published author in FM’s chat about why I’m writing (or why should I.) Very cathartic.

Summertime’s brought out the hunger in me. (Besides the libido.) At the coffeeshop, for instance, I consumed soup, two fraps, pastry and so much water I diluted myself. (How? Uh, this is a PG-13 blog so I can’t go into details.)

Garage door broke down. I had to wait until a contractor arrived to deal with it. Sigh. Since I’m only working half a day on Friday, I’ll have to stay a lot longer these next few days to make up the lost hours.

Yesterday’s writing session rocked. Three good pages flowed out (or was it the water?) within an hour. See what happens when one doesn’t chat?

Spouse continues to sound better.

Today’s my parent’s 37th wedding anniversary. Yay!

***Confessions***

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned all day Tuesday:

For being bored at my job.

For lusting after some really attractive co-workers.

For constantly thinking about cars instead of inputting blueprints or scanning documentation.

For still thinking my spouse is stupid for not staying at home while sick.

For being my spouse is a workaholic so I can write in the evenings.

For lusting after some really good cars.

For blogging way too much or researching cars.

For watching way too many DVDs and their lustful contents.

While waiting for my spouse’s glasses to be fixed, I lusted across the backside of a beautiful bartender whose smile still stirs my loins.

For consuming two frappuccinos, a coffee cake, lots of water, and a cup-of-noodle soup.

For whining about my writing: should I pursue this dream or work for that Jaguar?

For surfing the Internet way too much.

***Thy name is vanity***

This morn was a turning point in my life. I used…Rogaine™.

GASP

Am I suffering mid-life crisis? Did my community’s so-called pre-occupation with “youth and beauty” finally invade my mind? Or did I discover that my spouse is cheating on me with a younger man?

Uh, none of the above.

My Dad’s heroically balding. Many men (and some women) I know are either fully bald or balding. I’ve never felt a repulsion like many folks seem to feel towards the loss of hair (or too much hair but that’s another topic). In retrospect, I’ve actually had to learn that obese people are disgusting; wearing the wrong clothes are objectionable; and if you have a flat chest (or ass), well forget a date tonight.

Unfortunately for those nay-sayers, I learned all this when I choose what I consider is attractive or not. I find none of the above examples repulsive in the least. (Well, maybe the clothes part. Wearing a thong when you weigh over 300 pounds and are less than 5” tall is so not right.)

So what does this have to do with Rogaine?

Why not?*


*Yes, this is deliberately ambiguous. Like my mood.

***Should I blog or should I go now?***

Like contractors (see prior post), there are stretches of time where I can post nearly non-stop. Then there are those days/weeks/months(!) where I’m looking to slip in one post, apologizing not posting enough. Today’s one of the former ones.

I always debate about posting more than once a day. I know, from the way I read blogs and from comments received on my posts, that most folks only read the most current (topmost) post and ignore the ones below it. I write (almost) all my post on that assumption.

Shall I wait until tomorrow? Post much later like the evening? Or just post regardless?

***Weekend Words***

Writing efforts continued, spending both Saturday (especially) and Sunday afternoon at the coffeeshop and just…writing.

The above efforts have been aided by a breakdown of the shop’s wireless transmitter. I have not been able to access the Internet from that location since Wednesday. I did meet a couple of technicians both days. Unfortunately, they weren’t able to resolve the issue and will now be pulling out the big guns: the equipment vendor. (If you’ve never worked for a major corporation, you won’t understand the costs involved.)

While my writing’s going well, my fitness efforts continue to languish. I nearly worked out Saturday morning but The Spouse’s pleas—and warm body--“persuade” me to reconsider. Didn’t hurt I was up until the wee hours Friday night/Saturday morning (0200).

The house-remodeling continues with both major contractors coming in on Saturday. It’s funny. There seems to be an almost “surge and retreat” pattern to the contractors’ efforts. They arrive promptly and work for a while, then vanish for a week or more. And when you get in touch with them, they promise they’ll be back “the next day/week” and promptly don’t. Very, very frustrating.

Right now we’re in the formal cycle. I’ve given up trying to “steady” their comings and goings. It’s too much mental effort.

I’ve also been applying the same attitude towards my spouse, who’s currently going through a really bad cold. Unfortunately, the old cliché about physicians being the worse patients is true. R., instead of taking a day or two off to rest, continues to get up at 0600, drive the hour and forty minutes to work, work insane hours, and come home at 2200 and go to bed between 0000-0100. And the intensity of the workload has not let up. I’ve begged, pleaded, and—I’m sorry to admit—nearly threatened for R. to stay home. (The latter’s a big No-No; separating over a non-lethal bug is stupid. Besides, it wouldn’t work anyway and hurt both of us instead.)

Checked out the Carfaire both days and, on Saturday, finally bought a pair of blue jeans to wear on Friday casual days at work. Unfortunately, I realized, as I tried them on, that my waist has expanded and I now have to wear size 38 jeans again. Fortunately, though, with a belt.

Time to board the diet train again….

(Image found on the Internet and all rights belong to its owner.)

***Re-inspired***

6'2"?

(Image found on the Internet and all rights belong to its owner)

Wow. If he can do it, so can I!

You have to understand something. Many male bodybuilders are actually quite short (5'8" or less) and have stocky builds. Thus, there's the built-in advantage for them that taller guys like myself, at 6', find harder to accomplish. Thus, it's great to find Mr. Walker's profile over at Bodybuilders.com as a sort of role-model for me in my fitness efforts.