The art of dating when you are in your 40’s is a perilous, soul destroying mission. I blame my misfortune with men on the 'fairy tale factor'... That never ending belief that love conquers all and that one day a prince will come. Reality isn't even close to the fairy tale. Especially when the prince doesn’t just come with baggage – he comes with a bitter, money grubbing ex-wife clinging to his back like a hump.
So I've had a couple of weeks of doing nothing (except cleaning; my house is sparkling!) but now that has to stop and I have to get back into work... They rang this morning so it looks like I'll be working for another couple of months. I actually don't mind the uncertainty. Something always seems to land on me to get me by for another couple of months.
All I can say is I must have changed. Years ago I'd have been freaking out not having a job; well something that is in stone! But now....
Why "influencers". Haven't we got the brains to work out what is good for us? Or do we have to be told by a bunch of fake boobed skinny bitches who don't move from the bedroom without a face full on and their hair done...? What does it even involve as a job? To Influence... I guess it means even if they think the brand is shit, they'll still push it out to the plebs...
Sadly, a lot of us are insecure about who and what we are... I guess this allows these vampires a life of luxury... But hey! Just be glad to be who you are!
So excuse me when I read in the paper something about an influencer getting their two cents worth. About time. Today I read about two of them. One, "influencer lashed for out of touch revelation" - yep; you guessed it. She is a fake blonde, a pretty good figure... but average in looks - earned enough to buy a second house. WTF? Why people? Why are we paying this person for anything? What qualifications does she have? Just because she says it works? We are going to miraculously wake in the morning to be as young as she is; or as thin?
The second story in today's paper involves an influencer and a dentist... Oh God... you just know that is going to be ugly. Especially when there are lots of photos from their insta accounts showing lean, tanned (quite frankly she looks deformed; no one has boobs like that and a waist that size) grinning at the world. You just know that the Insta life is only a snipet of what life is really like. I guess the fact that they no longer are married (after 4 months.... ) is evidence that the insta life isn't all its cracked up to be.
All is can say, is bring on the zombie apocalypse.
These bitches will be out of the running in a heart beat! :)
It never ceases to amaze me, the work thing. I have worked my whole life; including when I had kids; in fact I worked until 2 weeks to go with my daughter, not bad when you consider I was 3 weeks late (I know; it wouldn't happen today!! And you have to sleep them on their backs - which was frowned upon back when my kids were babies!
But... I'm still there. Still have to work! I'm taking a little time off at the moment but I'm not unaware that people will be forced to walk up my street screaming "bring out your dead" if I don't get something soon-ish. I'm not rich; I'm not even that comfortable. I own my own house and have super - that I can't touch for another 7 or so years. WFT is with that??
The trouble is I don't want to work full time! So I better win lotto, or something...
The upside of life as a slacker is that my house is benefiting. Today I cleaned the windows; I know - I'm blogging about windows for Christ sakes - but they seriously needed doing. I'd also planned on cleaning the wardrobe out... but that may not be anytime soon; I don't see myself losing weight in the near future. I'm back on steroids again for my legs - the upside is I haven't gained weight either which is half the battle. The Squeeze and I are generally sticking to a more healthy lifestyle. I keep thinking "I can have that if I want it", and then I don't. Between that and the pool we are going well!
Oh well....
Okay... This blog was designed to be my venting arena. Hell, who wouldn't need one with the Squeeze and the Harridan! But shit happens. We have dumped each other; gone back out together. Moved cities. Bought a house, in which live the four cats...
I come out in the morning and he is feeding them, all four at the one time up on the bench (I'd have freaked at that a couple of years ago; now I just wipe down the bench!)
So, in reality, I guess he is the mad cat person....
It reminds me of the movie Bohemian Rhapsody; the scene in it when Freddie is feeding all his cats... Wearing a silk robe which the Squeeze would rather be dead than wear; but you get my drift.
Not really; Not that it doesn't need doing! But we are cleaning out the garage :( which is in a hell of a mess with 4 cats and a dog. Why 4 cats you ask? Buggered if I know. The Squeeze thought it would be a good idea so they just kind of grew. We are NOT getting another one; of that you can be assured.
They all have their own personalities. Unlike Sharpie who adores us and his happy place is right there with us, or even better, sitting on the sofa with us; not so the cats...
So we have Sharpie; the dog. Shadow, Shupac, Sherbet and Sherrif.
Shadow
She is a bad tempered thing, always growling at the others. They learnt very early that she has to start the game of tag. If one of the others tries to start and she has no interest - She will let them know with a swipe and a growl.
She isn't in the slightest maternal.
She doesn't particularly like her people.
Her favourite is Sharpie, the dog. She can be a real little bitch....
Shupak
In fact, he dislikes us. I wouldn't go so far as to say he outright hates us but he does this thing where he lies on the bed and so we sit there patting him... And all of a sudden he turns into a lion and tries to bite.
Suffice to say, we are rather wary with Shupak and wait back a lot of the time to see what he intends to do. If he wants to be petted, great. If not, best leave that off...
He was the second cat.
He is a bugger to keep clean because he won't take to being groomed; that and the fact that he is a HE, so not great at keeping himself nice.
But, have a look at that picture!
Butter wouldn't melt...
Sherbet
When we first bought him home he sat in our room in his cage to acclimatise; which is funny really. He came out, looked about the place and began living his life.
He is beautiful, in a timid kind of way...
He is a bit of a scardy cat, who has at least come out of his shell a smidge since Sherrif's been here. They play a lot together...
Sheriff
He loves us. Generally loves us!
He runs around like a mad thing jumping on us. He loves to sit and snuggle. He really is a cute thing; the only cat I can say genuinely loves us and looks up at us with adoration.
God; look at him :)
It is amazing how quickly the year is spinning by. Only last week it seemed I was 50; but of course, then reality switches on and I realise I'm almost Methuselah. Where once there was supple skin, now there are wrinkles - it sucks. It doesn't suck as much as my mother who has advanced Alzheimer's disease. My son and daughter-in-law who recently split up, my mother forgets and every day I call her or go and see she asks how they are going... Its the gift that just keeps on giving.
I've decided I don't want to live like that; be a burden to the people I love. I'll take the assisted death I think; either by my hand or someone else's. It's so hard to watch someone I love like a little kid, and not a cute little kid either. She can be vicious.
No. I'm not going that way...
I got out the scales this morning; which are tucked away in the bathroom because I'm so fat that I didn't want to look at them. I feel like that Micheline Man (which of course is an exaggeration). But when I got the scales out last time, I was so horrified that I put them away where I wouldn't be reminded all the time.
Realty Check: of course there are several things at play here:
So... I find it hard to reconcile the fact that l don't feel any better; not really. I'm still exhausted... I do a bit of housework and then put my aching legs up. As of this morning, I've now lost 4 kilo. That's 8.81849 pounds in case you wondering. I should be jumping over the moon with energy!
Now some of you are wondering how I've lost 4 kilo in 2 weeks. I'm watching what I eat (mostly) and have halved our meal sizes. Even the Squeeze said it is enough, he could go and have another bowl... but it was enough. I used the small bowls and filled them as I usually would and we ate slowly. For breaky, we have a shake; Optislim, but in reality, that is not sustainable... Not for a great length of time.
Trouble is, we love food, and I'm a good cook... Like tonight I have my sister in law (my brother's in hospital, but don't worry. When the meals are all out and the champagne glasses ready, I'll take a photo and send it to him) and my son and his fiance coming over for a pork belly night - and I cook it amazingly! So I have to wonder if it is just diet.
Then about 2 weeks I went on the supplement called Alpilean. I'm not sure what's in it but it involves taking 1 capsule a day (I brought my daughter a bottle of them this morning to combat her baby weight; and I want to see if it works on her, or it really is just dieting.
Still, 4kg is a lot in 2 weeks... I guess we'll see when my daughter tries them!
