I’m a 39-year-old physical education teacher living in the heart of the Scottish countryside, where the air is crisp and the company—two golden labradors, steadfast and joyous—makes every day an adventure. My days are spent encouraging young minds to embrace fitness—or at the very least tolerate it. I’m well aware that most people have pre-lesson memories of being forced to run laps under the disapproving glare of a teacher snug in a warm coat, shouting instructions like an unkind wind. Rest assured, I’m slightly less terrifying and far less of a hypocrite—though only slightly.

Outside of work, I’ve rekindled an old flame with the gym. It’s a relationship marked by effort, very infrequent triumphs, and a hint of desperation against an ever-fading metabolism. You know, the sort of “will-they-won’t-they” dynamic that makes you question your stamina, sanity, and whether it’s all really making an aesthetic difference. But we’re back on, and I’m determined not to let it ghost me again (that’s what the kids say, right?). With renewed strength and a fortified spirit, I find myself revitalized and ready to face whatever life throws my way.

Just like everyone else, I spend countless hours mindlessly watching television and questioning why I’m procrastinating rather than becoming a billionaire. Give me a suspenseful crime drama, and I’ll find myself engrossed in every twist and turn. Though, if I’m being honest, nothing beats a weekend of putting my feet up and watching football—the real kind, where you use your foot to kick a ball.

When I’m not scaling hills or breaking a sweat, I also enjoy writing. It’s my creative escape, though I’ll admit my pen-and-paper scribblings won’t rival Shakespearean sonnets any time soon. Think less timeless masterpiece and more rambling thoughts with questionable punctuation. Still, it’s satisfying to spin tales, even if they wander like a stream that’s forgotten where it’s headed.

I roam the countryside with my loyal labradors. Together, we traverse sprawling fields, splash through rivers, and climb hills that seem to grow steeper with every visit. Over time, the sheep have grown to trust us enough to pass through without any drama, and the cows often approach the gate as if to say good morning—a cheerful greeting that never fails to brighten the day. Our adventures may not impress the livestock, but to us, they are grand nonetheless.

If you’ve read this far, congratulations—you’ve unlocked unlimited dog photos. Just ask nicely, and my labradors and I will deliver.

At 39, I’ve reached that perfect age where I injure myself by sneezing too enthusiastically, openly admit I’m too old to use TikTok, and still complain about modern trends just to keep things interesting.

If you enjoy the quiet joys of country life or the occasional creative scribbling, feel free to drop me a line. Who knows where a good conversation might lead?

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After tacos post, one really needs to wake up to be able to work. Hope you all can have a nice day

White elephants gift ideas. The limit is $65 plus. We have our party in two weeks. Need ideas drawing a blank. Office of all women. 10 of us all together. Gimme your ideas and go!!!

I don't know if it is just me, but it seems that UPS cares less & less about its customers as time goes on. I had a package due to be delivered today between 10:15 am & 1:15 pm (UPS's estimate). Now, granted, that time is not a guarantee as it can be affected by weather (though the sun is out & brightly shining & has been since roughly 7 am, with not a cloud in the sky). So I put my life on hold (no watching TV, no going out to get food to eat or groceries, no going out to ship a package to my daughter) since UPS drivers in my area are notoriously bad about just dropping packages on my porch & leaving (even if the package is insured for more than $1000.00 & the shipper REQUIRED an adult signature). The drivers most of the time don't bother & I have had packages stolen in less than 30 minutes after being delivered in the past. Well, 4 pm rolls around & their live tracking has shown the vehicle in my area (less than 2 mile radius) ever since 10 am, but still no delivery. At that point, more than 2.75 hours after the end of the estimated delivery time span, UPS decides to update estimated delivery time to 9 pm. Yeah, you got that right. I could end up wasting my entire day waiting for the package & the grocery & shipping stores will be closed, or else I risk going out for a half hour & have my package delivered & stolen before I get back.

44 on Friday trying to make them the best years yet. How are you doing?

Love these early mornings but hate how early it gets dark. Let’s put an end to daylights savings time lol

It feels like conversations about modesty have become almost taboo, especially when it comes to guiding a teenage daughter. Every time I ask for advice on how to talk to my daughter about dressing more modestly, I’m met with backlash—people say I’m being controlling or call me a bad father, and my posts get downvoted. It’s frustrating because I’m not trying to control her; I’m just trying to offer some fatherly advice and guidance as she gets older and starts dating.

My daughter has been dressing in ways that I feel are too revealing for her age, and as her father, I feel a responsibility to talk to her about it. It’s not about imposing my values on her; it’s about wanting her to make safe and respectful choices. But when I bring up modesty, I end up feeling judged and misunderstood by others.

Why is it so hard to have this conversation openly? And how can I talk to my daughter in a way that respects her independence but also communicates my concerns? I want her to feel supported, not restricted, but I don’t want to ignore my role as her father, either.

Any men around 43 that take an antidepressant? If so anyone struggling with loss of sexual interest. If so what antidepressants do you take and do you take any supplements that have helped?