Time give me time...

Is it bad when you find you are lacking time to blog? And you feel bad about it? Like some how you are letting people (I think I am up to 4 people reading this) down, that want to read my tripe and drivel in hopes that I might make them laugh? I really need to get over myself...

So last Saturday the family and I headed out to Wasaga Beach for a day of fun and sun in the waves and sand. Well we didn't take any pictures, we had the camera but decided to keep it hidden away from sand and what have you. Really is a shame considering the eye candy that we came across. I am quite sure they didn't look like that when I was a lad. Funny thing the beach is... as many beautiful people you get in a skimpy outfits you get probably more of people who should be wearing skimpy outfits. I mean I am not body beautiful... at best I am body so-so. The difference lies in that I know that I shouldn't wear a banana hammock... while some of the other revelers of sun and fun don't quite acknowledge they should maybe cover up a bit. I saw one lady probably mid 40's to early 50's in a bikini... a bright fucking red bikini. I doubt she had seen the sun in quite some time either judging from her pale complexion although I do believe they are selling SPF 6000 for the Scottish in the world now. Anyway I often wonder if people realize they just shouldn't be dressed like that and do it anyway or if they just don't realize they don't have the physique that they had when they were nineteen. So some jokes were had regarding this poor woman's appearance. Then I was subjected to the man boobs. I saw a young couple wandering along the beach and the girl would have done better to cover up a bit more, she was probably on her way to becoming the lady in the red bikini but she wasn't grotesque or anything... kind of on the fence and falling off on the wrong side. The guy who was really dating out of his league had the complexion of a carton of white milk. Marshmallows are more tan than this boy was. The thing that really caught my attention was his little man boobies. At first I was thinking that maybe there might be some hormonal imbalance but then though nope little pudding boy has never done anything more physical than rockin' out on his Playstation. Those man boobies are of his own creation. I must admit I was briefly in awe of them as the bounced with every step and they settled to their natural state just in time to be jiggled by the next step. I am quite sure that they were only maybe a cup size or two smaller than those of who I assume was his girlfriend. I do often wonder what goes on in people's heads when they hit the beach. Do people think it's their right to subject others to their exposed flesh? I am not saying everyone should wear a moo moo but some modesty should be exercised. And hey lets face it a bit of plain old exercise couldn't hurt either. So anyway those were a few of the things that made me go hmmmm... Common sense it does a body good...