I dream of going to the Outer Hebrides. I want to see Skara Brae and climb Dunadd again.
I may be the only person who does not want to visit or does not have a picture of myself at Machu Picchu. I also do not have pictures of me camping or running marathons because those things are my idea of hell. (yet I have lost 30 lbs so it is possible to get by on some half assed yoga and portion control)
I mean...I like the idea of camping. Well, I like campfires. Okay, I like s'mores. Let's just go with that.
I want to learn to weld, sew, knit, and speak Gaelic.
It is entirely likely that I won't be learning any of those things because life gets in the way. I actually was taking Gaelic classes but then my work life balance got a bit off kilter and I had to stop.
Recently someone said he hoped I'd find someone and be happy, I replied: I have reached a point where I am happy with my life whether I do or not. Happily ever after doesn't begin with being with "the one" for me. It began when I decided that I was the person who could make it happen. I wish it hadn't taken me so many years to figure that out.
When in the mood, I paint my car, the walls, and furniture. I read, snuggle with dogs, nap, drink tea, worry about my perennials, use too many ellipses, and wish I could listen to all the Radio4 programs ever made.
I like to work out- and by "work out" I mean take naps and watch stuff on Netflix.
Attending to the wants and needs of two very entitled rescue dogs.
Using the oxford comma.
....you like contra dancing
...you have more to say than "hi sexy" and "wanna fuck?" (it is sad how often women on here get those kind of messages)
...you have a thing for tall outspoken dorky chicks.
...you have shirtless selfies, poor grammar, or use LOL. It makes me feel better about myself.