you are what you read??

/Note: Is anyone else having trouble adjusting to this new blogger format? /end rant. So i saw this study on Facebook: http://bodyodd.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/05/13/11665205-you-are-what-you-read-study-suggests?lite If that's true then lately i'm fast food Christian romance (with a smattering of grant guidelines for good measure). Which leads to thoughts on my romantic life (or lack there of) partially in relation to (clean) romance books: 1.) Still super grateful that i don't seem to pine. Much of the time i'm perfectly okay with being single. 2.) If i were to find someone, it would have to be a God thing pretty much (it should be anyway of course). It occurred to me the other day, when thinking about my dating life- i'm a caregiver who works three jobs and attends a church where the median age might be closer to 65 than anything else. My social life, while satisfying is sparse and mostly comprised of hanging out with girlfriends and at times their boyfriends/fiancees. i live in a rural area. Of course i'm single. Where do you expect me to meet someone? 3.) Has anyone else noticed that the older you get, the less often you care about dressing up and trying to look nice? Factor in the healthy dose of bright white hair i allegedly now have scattered throughout, and yeah, where i in one of my books, can you say confirmed spinster? 4.) Wow, i forgot point four (in like the last minute). It was interesting though. (Must add coffee soon- did i ever mention my addiction to coffee? Ever since the cardiologist gave me a clean bill of heart health (well i could have a non-serious issue, or he actually thought my symptoms could be linked to migraines, but neither option would be serious enough to actually go through the bother and expense of finding it out or to change my life in any way, so i'm taking that as a clean bill of health), i decided that it's okay to pretty much forget the other doctor's advice about watching the caffeine. I'm still fairly conservative- like one or two forms of caffeine a day, but not obsessive or paranoid as i was before. By the way, did i ever mention that i went to a cardiologist?) 5.) Oh, there it is back. Has anyone else noticed that when you were in your twenties, the books about women in their 30's or 40's were about people too old for you, but now the books about the college kids and people in their 20's, almost seem unrealistic and too young while the books about the older people seem real? (You may not really find that interesting.) 6.) Spinsterhood is really not bad. Why was it ever such a social stigma? Think about the crazy fun heroines who are spinsters. They are the ones with the real freedom to do as they like. 7.) The half baked half joke college scheme of finding a priest of something to hang around with (having the "plus one" and the companionship without the necessary necessity for romance) still seems like a good idea. For now my brother suffices as token "ackk there's a dead mouse in the bucket get rid of it" male is a blessing. However, if he moves i may be in the market for a new one. 8.) Okay mom is officially up and pacing around asking me questions persistently, so my quiet morning of blogging and so on is officially over. Time to go try to get her to shower, and officially get onto my day. By the way a cop stopped last night as i was trying to urge her to go back in the house at night. It was fairly embarrassing to be asked "Is everything all right here?" by a cop because it may have looked like i was accosting this poor woman. He was very pleasant and cool about accepting my explanation, even to the point of telling mom it was a beautiful night and he wouldn't want to go in either. Still, embarrassing. At least he was a nice (and cute) one. Okay, having my brother's keys held in front of my face. Off to the day.