just little ole me

Could it be any more fantastical? I so do not think so. Spent the weekend playing the dating pool game. got almost into the shallow end ready to swoosh right on in and realized that it was the time set aside for the AARP water arobics. Seriously. One guy said that he was 42 and sooooo wasn't (showed me a very dated picture, faded and everything of his 10 year old... sure he is 10 but what decade man...) and the other guy said that he was 47 (which really IS to old for me anyways) and also was lying. Hey I tell the truth. No ifs ands or butts (yes I tell people that I still smoke, even though I know it is bad for me and will kill me or give me emphazema like my great grandfather, but I don't lie. What gives.

So... that being said or written as the case may be... say good bye to JDate. buh bye. I know very well that that forum has worked for some people very close to me, but the dating pool is full of lying sacks of shit trying to belay their age and trade it for youth. If they are going to go so far as to lie about thier age, hello, a little box of hair dye or low lights at the hair dressers wouldn't kill them. NO one could ever believe either one of these dudes were in their 40s. late 50s...maybe that would be convincing and far more closer to the truth.

I love my Dad, but am not going to date him or anyone his age. I am not that enlightened. Not that desperate either.

The tree in front of my brother's house is a moth den. It sucks. I hate moths. Miller moths... whig me right out. The bog old pinelike tree is infested with them. Everytime the neighbors sprinkler waters into it... its like The Birds. I know get what Tippi Hedron was freaking about. This picture seriously just about summs up how I feel when I get out of the car, or open the front door in the morning of his house (they seem to hunker in for the night there). (I wish I had 200 bucks to buy the poster of that image... its fantastic) And what sucks is that I am so whigged out I can't even smack them with a shoe and deal with them in the house, they flit around and completely creep me out. So I floof them to an open window or door with a broom. Its utterly irrational.