Lifestyle Change Day 3

Accountability is a good thing!  But sometimes life gets in the way of actually making the time to fill ya'll in.  Both Tues and Weds were good days:  Tues was 13K steps, but today was only 9k.  Sometimes work is that way, rather than doing, I spent a great deal of my time today having "meaningful conversations" with employees while also doing some training.  Tomorrow is another day for more steps!

I track my food intake on two separate apps, mostly because of the different information I can get with each.  On SparkPeople, which I've used forever, I'm tracking potassium, sodium and Vitamin C.  I also use my Samsung Health app on the phone, and yes, I can get those same numbers - but only if I eat servings in half or full size, and I am sometimes more precise than that. For example, I quarter my potatoes, bake them, and only have 3 quarters in a meal.   The reason that I like the Samsung app for tracking is because it gives me a nutrient quotient as a goal.  The nutrients in foods based on a 100% scale and both Tuesday and Wednesday, I got 85% !!  I was thrilled with that.  What I'm eating is good wholesome foods, not processed stuff, and that's what I need.

I've cut way back on the Diet Coke.  Now, I look forward to my little "treat" at 2pm - which is when I really need a pick-me-up!  But I'm having a harder time kicking sugar's ass off my plate, so to speak.  When things get stressful at work, the first thing I want is chocolate.  Because it's soothing? or have I acclimated myself to that choice?   Probably both.  Yesterday was a walk from my boss's boss's boss's boss.  Yes, 4 levels of bosses making walking around in my area, discussing things that we should be doing.  And the whole time, I'm wishing I had a chocolate.  I didn't, and I survived!  So I'm counting that as a success! 



Since I'm at the age where I don't need to make excuses, just list reasons, the reason I didn't post yesterday as I was behind in a long overdue email to my BFF.  I discovered this because when I got a new phone in December, I didn't realize that I needed to actually set notifications to see phone calls and voice mails.  When I finally figured this out last weekend, I had a voice mail from her! 

Sometimes, I'm really that blonde -- because that sound better than saying I'm that old!! haha

Lifestyle Change Day 1

In my quest for a healthier me, it began today. 
Changes to diet and exercise, and increasing my water intake. 



Accountability report:  Water intake 88 oz.  Goal 100 oz.  Not bad for the first day

Food intake:  No candy, despite the chocolates on the desk in the pretty jar.  Eggs for breakfast, turkey wrap for lunch, broccoli, ground beef patty and baked potato for supper. I also added in a Naked Juice Power-C, to boost up my immune system - lots of colds going 'round.

Exercise:  Stretching for Seniors via YouTube, cute Australian accent on a young, handsome man.  Then some weight lifting for arms while watching the sun set.  11K steps recorded on my FitBit.

Caffeine:  One Diet Coke to break the lull at 2pm, one Diet Coke with dinner.  Didn't need the second one at dinner, water would have done it, except for the massive headache that was building all day.


I started on the Plexus Pink Drink today, as well.  I'm still not sure what it will do my digestive system.  I couldn't handle it full on when I tried it during the summer.  I'm hoping that starting slower will help a bit. 

I don't feel like I was deprived today.  Well, not much.  I sure would have enjoyed a nice sweet chocolate pick-me-up when things got stressful at work, but I powered through the craving.

I'm going to resist stepping on the scale in the morning, because this is more about healthy than it is weight loss.  Ok, I'll be honest, it's about weight loss too, but I don't think that should be the only goal.  Because I could lose weight by not eating, but that puts other systems in jeopardy, and this needs to be about being a healthier me!

So here's to having a successful tomorrow.

Wishful Goals ?

Week after week, I keep telling myself "it's time to get back on track", and each week goes by with no progress made.  Then I caught a cold, our temps dropped, and another five pounds seemed to jump onto my hips and ass! 

On Wednesday, I dropped into the gym to make some time on the treadmill.  30 minutes @ 3.0 incline = 1.4 miles.  While that's not my best effort, and I vowed to do better, but I didn't seem to be able to force myself to head to the gym on Thurs or Friday. 

One of the issues is they have a new locker room cleaning schedule; there's a male cleaning staff and the hours are 9-Noon.  Makes it impossible to be comfortable changing into gym clothes, and I can't exercise in jeans! 

This week, I get blood drawn for the usual check up, so my commitment needs to be on increasing my water intake, making sure I get 30 minutes of walking, either at the gym, or pushing Sadie in her stroller, and watching what I eat, including keeping my sodium down. 



Back in 2013, I worked very hard and lost 40 pounds -- and over the course of time, it's all come back.  Mostly because I stopped going to the gym. 

There are folks who start with "counting calories", but for me, I don't think all calories are the same.  If they were, the keto diet wouldn't be so successful.  So with the info I've gathered, I think I have two issues (not including my age):  insulin resistance and a hormonal imbalance.  I've tried the Plexus TriPlex but my system doesn't handle all of it in such large doses.  This is the week where I'm going to try to increase some of.  I have been able to get up to taking two ProBio5 each evening; now it's deciding if I can handle the BioCleanse or the Pink Drink.  We'll have to see how Monday goes!

I'm recording all of this here to use it as my accountability. 
And when I'm successful, maybe it will be an inspiration to someone else!!

Helicopter Skies

Here in the Valley of the Sun, helicopters are used often -- many times to help rescue folks who have hiked too far, outside their limits, or forgotten to pack enough water with them.  Even when it's a cool 65 degrees, you need water when you're outdoors even if you aren't warm or overheated!  That's just how it is here.

Helicopters are also used to help the police locate ... potential "bad guys".  They can shine a spotlight down and highlight or search for things in the dark.  With our nearly always clear skies, they become a good tool.  However, they can also add to a person's "freak out" level - especially when that spotlight gets shined into your backyard on a very dark night, lighting up the windows and making you wonder "what the f*ck is out there??"

Friday night, warmer temps, mean more people are out and about, doing things.  But Sadie and I, we headed out for our evening walk.  We noticed two choppers circling off to the North.  Judging by how distant they seemed, they certainly weren't in our own backyard area, so we headed off for our walk, which is usually to the south.  About 20 minutes into our walk, we had reached the grassy area that I refer to as "the park".   Mostly, it's just a large grassy area, no playground equipment, when I noticed that the helicopters were headed back over our section of the neighborhood. 

While Sadie sniffed and snooped, I watched as the helicopter shined his spot light over the grassy area, sweeping over me and Sadie.  I didn't go crazy and run off, I just stood still, staring up until it moved on.  Sadie and I headed for home, watching the choppers circling their light in a different area again.  I'm guessing since they were covering a larger distance they were following a car, not someone on foot!  As we trotted our way home, Sadie kept nosing my leg.  She was either asking to be picked up and carried (NOT!) or was just in a hurry to be back indoors again!

And again on Saturday, our morning walk and here come 4 Army helicopters flying overhead.  They make a lot more noise than the local ones.  We stood and stared up at them as they flew over.   Later in the day, several more Army helicopters passed overhead, and the flight pattern of the local airports was changed.  I noticed, because I don't usually have passenger airliners flying over the house.  Most often, flight patterns change due to weather.  But today was clear, calm and 75!

Don't know what's up, but something was!
Happy Weekend!

The Long and Short of Time

Ahhhh,  Finally Friday!!    It's been what seemed like a very long week, and I'm not quite sure why!  The work was the same, the problems ... errr opportunities ... were the usual, as well.    So what makes a week feel so long???


I started thinking about this, then decided maybe Google had an answer - but what I found was so long and convoluted, it hardly makes sense to ponder the thoughts!  But here's what I came up with.  When we're involved in learning something new, we don't seem to notice that time's zipping past us.  How many times have you been doing your favorite hobby and then look at the clock and realize that an hour has slipped by unnoticed?   And in the reverse, how many times do you look at the clock while you're doing the same tedious job you've been doing for months, if not years? 

I think that was my problem this week.  I found myself being a clock-watcher between 1 and 3pm.  But by forcing myself to find some busywork -- or work being forced on me -- my brain shifted gears, stopped watching the clock and boom! it was time to clock out!

I noticed a blog that mentioned ways to make your perception of time change:

1. Stop thinking of time as money (even if it is). 
2. Embrace novelty. 
3. Work smarter. 
4. Move. 
5. Disconnect. 
6. Plan trips. 
7. Go into nature.

So from this short but sweet list, if I make some mental notes here, I find that the hour I'm at lunch, when I dig myself into a story I'm reading, time passes swiftly.  The same with being out in nature.  Even if it's a simple walk around the block or two with Sadie, because I've changed my point of view, time passes rather nicely!  I know I can definitely do the "work smarter" when it comes to housework (which I tend to minimally during the work week!) 

I think the long and short of this whole message is to stop watching a clock, 

and get out there and do something different every single day! 

New Day, New Week

When it comes to work, I don't engage in much of the social part of it all.  I prefer to eat lunches alone, and work well on my own.  So when something "happens", I'm usually the last to know.  That's how Monday started.

I was informed that one of our managers was terminated for fraternization.  When you hear that, it's easy to assume the most obvious:  a male manager with a female employee.  This was quite the opposite!  I'm sure when I heard the news my jaw hit the pavement. 

At my age, the thought of engaging in any kind of intimate relationship with a coworker gives me the willies.  Maybe because so many are younger than my own kids??  Could be.  I'm not naive, things happen.  And I wasn't immune to it in my twenty's. 

But then again, maybe it was the workplace.  The ratio of men to women back then was 15:1 , and I didn't mind it!  It was a great group of guys, and I believe I was "the little sister" to most of them.  They certainly made it a point to look out for me, didn't miss a chance to tease me (like a big brother would!) and to "corrupt" me if the opportunity came up. 


I remember the first time they invited me to choir practice.  Turns out, that was their code word for drinks at the local bowling alley bar every Thursday night.  They made it into a challenge and wouldn't let me tag along unless I agreed to two rules:  If you're gonna drink with the boys, you keep up with the boys; and you don't miss work the next day.   Seemed simple enough, so I went.  Good thing they were married men, otherwise I might have been one those in the fraternization category! 

I can certainly understand how easy it is to get caught up in something.  What we do during our work day is sometimes a mystery, and when we have a bad day, telling someone who understands *why* it was a bad day because they've lived through the same things can be an attractive quality.  In hindsight, I think that's why choir practice was so attractive; it gave all these men an opportunity to discuss work situations and problems - and maybe relieved the stresses of bringing work home to family life.

With the Monday crazies, I wondered what Tuesday would hold. 
Luckily, no major catastrophes!
Happy Week to the rest of you :)

805

Extra cheesy pizza and two 805 beers for dinner .... and it feels good!  Ok.  Mostly good!  Because I know two things:  I may regret this tomorrow, and I can't drive to the park.  lol

I had a very intense dream last night, but I'll have to update you tomorrow when I decipher my notes.  Ended up getting too busy with chores today, and tonight, I'm not sure I could read my handwriting.



But I've become a bit .... morose?  I'm not sure of the word I'm looking for.  Ok, I googled, yep, morose fits.  And I feel like the people in my life just don't care.  Maybe I should correct that to the family in my life.    I'm somewhat of a hermit, and I choose to be one.  I don't deal well with people.  I have three failed marriages.  Don't take that to mean that I feel like *I* am the one who failed, but they didn't last so they failed. 

I use this blog to tell my little stories of life.  Someday it may matter to someone.  If my daughter reads this, it's not told to make you feel guilty.  We can't change what was.  We can only react to what is, or what's to come.  I know my "situation" is of my own making.   Like... I moved to Arizona to be closer to family.  But that doesn't change anything.  I have family who visit Arizona and never drop a line, lets meet for lunch, etc.  That's how it is.  And I've become complacent about what they do -- or rather, don't do.  The only updates I get regarding my siblings comes from my mother.  When she's gone?  It will just. be. me. 

I keep thinking "maybe I need to find a man ..." and it takes only two seconds before my response is "no fuckin' way".  Yes, I still believe in love, in the commitment that comes between two people, but for me, I don't see it happening.  I have been so screwed over in the past, I have started over with very little three separate times, and I will *not* go through that again.  Finding a man who could fit in my life?  seems impossible any more. 

But I must think it's possible.  And may be my unconscious desire to actually have some one in my life, because I dream it often.  Going through these last 20+ years I hope to have with someone else to help along the way would be really, really nice.  But finding that right one seems an impossible task.  So I don't.

Because I googled, here is the definitive answer:  "If you want to start a relationship with a good man in your sixties, you have to know where to find them. Good men will never come knocking at your door, so you have to go out there to look for them. Fascinating and marvelous men are out there doing fantastic things and not sitting somewhere waiting for you to come into their lives. Therefore the secret of finding the guy of your dreams is doing the things you love."

Sometimes it's just easier to do things on your own than it is to do things because you're looking for a man.  And the facts of life are, men in their 60s can easily date a woman in her 40s.  And most of them look a heck of a lot better than me!  But don't worry, I know I'm a catch -- if someone is willing to take the time ..... *sigh*

Ok.  Morose time over. 
Is there another ice cold 805 in the house???

A Mess, and Humor

Just the other day, I was talking with my co-worker about the job we do; how even though the process we use is the same day in and day out, with each new day you never know what will be next.  Today was one of those days.  Two pm, and everyone's thinking about heading home because it's Friday!  And here comes a manager, needing help.  Seems a 5 gallon jug of oil broke open and is spilled all over the concrete floor.  Yikes! 

We head out, armed with plastic bags, brooms, dustpans and the ever-needed kitty litter.  After mopping and sweeping and sprinkling, more mopping, sweeping and sprinkling, we finally got it all off the floor and into the hazardous waste containment buckets. 

Fun way to end my work week! 

I stepped into the restroom to wash my hands and clean up when in walked two young girls.  You could tell they were sisters.  Big sister says to little sister "If anyone starts bothering you, just bite them really hard!" and zoomed into the stall to use the bathroom. 

Me, I'm chuckling to myself, found it pretty funny that one sister would say that to another!  But then again, we never know what's what these days, and kudos to the mom for instilling good sense
in both sisters, and in the big sister for watching out for little sister! 
Really made my day!!

Happy weekend, everyone!

Cruze-in'

Nearly two years have gone by since I purchased my Chevy Cruze.  I have just over 13k miles on it, because I'm the proverbial "old lady who drives to work and back".  lol  Getting older has made traveling a little more difficult than I anticipated, so I don't drive as many places as I once did.  Traveling alone just doesn't make much sense, either.

Today, I took my Cruze into the dealership to have it's annual checkup and oil change.  While they were at it, I decided that a new air filter and wiper blades were in order.  I had no idea there was a separate air filter for the "cabin" of my car.  When the tech brought it out so I could see it, yuck!  It was dirty and yes, please replace that one too!  Turns out, it was nearly $70. lol  But after 2 years, (and a dog) that inside filter got plenty dirty as well.  

When buying cars, I have always went with something that had 6 cylinders, because every car I've ridden in with a 4-banger just didn't have the "get up and go" that I wanted in a car.  When I'm merging on a freeway, I want there to be power behind that pedal!  But I've changed my tune since then.

My little Cruze only has 4 cylinders.  Granted, I don't drive as many freeways as I used to.  Besides, now that I'm nearly 60, the impatient drivers can be a little patient with me if I need to merge these days -- perhaps a little slower than I used to, but not by much!  But the best thing I've enjoyed with my Cruze is the gas mileage.  I've always hated stopping for gas.  In my Impala, with a 6 cyl, I was stopping every other week ---- IF I didn't travel much more than back and forth to work.  With the Cruze?  every third week.  And it's costing a lot less to fill the tank as well!  

I purchased this at Earnhardt Chevrolet in Chandler, on my lunch hour.  They were easy to deal with, met my goals and my price; they even took care of turning in my rental car to Enterprise.  Their service has been excellent - on my new Cruze, and on my 2009 Impala (which I purchased from the same dealership)!   "Earnhardt:  It's a name you can trust and that ain't no bull. Tex Earnhardt"

We still need a car to get around, but we can change our thinking about our options.  I'm glad I changed my mind, I love to zip around town in my Chevy Cruze! 

Ch-Ch-Changes

I've been thinking a lot about change - and changes.   I used to go by the saying "If you want something to change, you have to change something."  Like, driving a different way to work, or walking a different path through the park, having a meal someplace new or different.  When you make a change, the universe is forced to change around you.  Or something like that.

Sometimes, this is very true.

But the other changes I've been pondering have to do with change just for the sake of change.  Or, forcing a change that hasn't been tried out yet.  I'm talking about the stuff that happens in a BigBox store.  And being I've been part of that for nearly 18 years, I understand the need for change. 
Shoppers change, and with that, what services are provided need to change as well. 
Toss in the whole e-commerce thing, and there are many, many changes happening. 

Most people don't adapt to change overnight.  There's a process, there's teaching and training, and there's leaving a little room for trial and error.  But when there are changes that occur in one procedure, or area, of a BigBox store and no one's on board with the changes .... and there's yet another change, folks get fed up.  They can't do a good job when they don't have a clue what's expected any longer. 

Which also adds fuel to the rumor mill that surrounds most work places, and especially retail.  ((Maybe that's because retails employs more women than men??? *smirk* ))  Ok, joking aside, the rumors that fly around because a corporation wants to "try something" in a certain part of the country, or in a certain kind of store ... frankly, I'd rather they be up front about it, and let us add our own thoughts, creative solutions and/or criticisms about the changes.  Because a desk jockey who might know the steps of a certain job function in a retail setting doesn't know the reality of what takes place in the real work place.

For example, someone behind a desk decides that it takes a certain number of hours to unload a trailer full of merchandise; ie, there might be "2500 pieces" on a trailer, which calculates into 2.25 hours with 7 employees unloading it.  There isn't any time built in for the slippery box of paint, which comes 4 gallons to a box and gets heavy; it falls to the floor and breaks open.  Who cleans it?  it most certainly disturbs the flow of unloading the trailer.  When you force people to work in time constraints, where is the give and take when it comes to doing something outside the "usual routine"?

An employee doesn't feel appreciated for what IS accomplished when all that is noticed is that the end time of unloading a trailer isn't met at the specified time.  In order for the crew of 7 employees to unload on time, they have to hustle.  In a world of too much hustle, mistakes are made, or worse, not only product is sacrificed, maybe someone slips in the paint and it becomes an industrial accident.

Do I have a point to all this?  Other than the obvious:  "change is difficult", changes ARE coming, and most likely will affect me in a job security way, along with my job satisfaction.  I'm all for change that makes improvements to the way we work, but not when the changes I foresee eliminate positions.

Those are the changes that scare the hell outta me!

Saturday's Cold

Here it is, Saturday, and I've tucked myself in bed for the day.  Someone came to work carrying in some kind of cold germs and they jumped on me, attacked me and I'm down for the count ... well, for the day anyways.  I hate having colds:  the nasal drip is irritating, but worse is the draining down the throat that makes it feel scratchy.  The only thing that makes it feel better is eating, especially warm soup.  I keep wondering if adding something with some really hot sauce will burn it off???  But that's just wishful thinking, I suppose.

There are rumors running rampant around my BigBox Store about a possible change to my position.  I can't imagine what they're thinking at the highest levels -- I realize that long term employees make more $$ in the hourly rate, and that payroll is one controllable expense.  But those same long term employees are the glue holding things together, who still know how things should be done.  But in the overall, I've seen some major changes in my 18 years, some good, some not so good - and those went back to the old ways because that's what worked best.  *smh*

What this all means is that at some point, my job will be eliminated, and now what will I do??  I'm nearly 60 years old, I've done retail for the past 18, and what kind of position could I get now????   Ugh. 
I just have to hang in another 7 years before I can retire at full benefit. That's my goal.

And yet, I think about retirement and wonder what I would DO every day??  The only time I wasn't employed was the 4 years I spent raising six kids ... and THAT kept me very busy.  So what does someone do when you're retired?  My parents, they babysat grandkids.  But I only have one, and she's 16 now.  *sigh* 

The other thing that revolves 'round and 'round in my head is getting my affairs together, getting my living trust in order, then what?  Planning my funeral?  These are depressing thoughts at the moment, because I don't actually *feel* like I'm 60.  Unless you count the morning creaks and moans as I tumble myself out of bed. 

So I have to make the best of these next seven years and ... preparing myself.
Who said these years would be Golden??

Hello, 2019!

It's my goal this year to get outdoors and take more photos.  I've been lacking in the "getting out" part of my life this past year, and that needs to change.

It's not easy, because I always feel guilty leaving Sadie at home.  But taking her with me in the car causes me a lot of anxiety because she doesn't travel well.  The minute we're in the car, she's bouncing off the walls like a 2 year old who's just had a bottle of sugar water!  On the days when I take off for some photo ops, I make sure to take her on two extra long walks so she doesn't feel so left out.  Ugh.  That's a lot of effort because I have dog! 

The other reason for not getting out as much is due to health issues.  When the need for a bathroom arises, there isn't much time to dash -- and you can't always take a dog into a restroom with you, so where does that leave me?  Dashing to the car to lock her away, then dashing back toward a bathroom!!  The fear of not making it on time has kept me home the past year, and with the help of meds, I'm overcoming most of it, sans dog.  

Today was a quick jaunt over to Riparian Preserve.  Because the weather was 20 degrees warmer than it had been all week, the park was full of people and dogs.  I'm happy they were all outdoors, but it chases away the birds and animals ..... so photos were few.  I'm never sure if people care when their photo gets accidentally taken.  There were some little girls playing follow the leader, and that could have been a wonderful photo, but these days you can never be too careful when photographing kids.  So I didn't.  I just watched as they all followed the bravest girl, who led them up, over, down all the cement climbing opportunities she could!  Oh to be so carefree again!!

Hello, 2019, I hope it's a terrific year!

Oh, the C-C-Cold!

A very cold front has moved into the Valley of the Sun, and boy oh boy are we feeling it!  Thursday was so chilly, my car was covered in frost.  Not that light kind that sweeps away with a swipe of the wiper blades.  This was the kind of frost we would get in Ohio just before a snow storm.  So there I was, getting ready to head for work.  I had to open the garage door and grab my ice scraper from the hook on the wall!! 

After moving from Ohio to Arizona, I figured I would never need this ice scraper any longer, but I hung it on the wall to remind me where I came from.  Such a surprise whenever we need it here in the desert. 

Don't let anyone tell you it's always too hot here -- we get some real cold too!  Thank goodness it doesn't last for a long stretch.  But even a few days can feel like an eternity when you're not used to dealing with cold!

We get many "snowbirds" here during the winter, and we can usually tell who those are -- they don't wrap up in coats and gloves when temps drop into the 30's like us Arizonans do. Instead, they're usually wearing shorts and a light jacket. lol  It can be very amusing if you're a fan of people watching!

Just in case you were wondering, when it gets cold, we top our cactus plants with a styro cup!

It's January!

I haven't posted in a while. Here I am, blogging from my new laptop.  Nothing fancy about it, just another way to get things done, with a little mobility.

The holi-daze is behind us all, and I'm certainly glad for it.  It becomes more of a chore than a pleasure at times because in retail, we've been looking at holiday "gear" for months now. Finally it's over!  The last of it will be cleared out of my store in a week, and I couldn't be happier!! Back to some normal work flow again *fingers crossed*

An update on my "Elvis saga" :  He's back at my store, but my understanding was he would be working as an associate until his papers for pharmacy tech comes through, then he would be transferring stores.  Doesn't look like that's gonna happen, since we're still stuck with him.  But he's an amazing piece of work.  I walked into the lounge for my lunch break around 2:30pm and there he was, taking his afternoon break.  I sat there for my entire 30 minute lunch period, and he was still there when I left.  So, still up to his old tricks. 

The next day, I was in the lounge again for another meal, and he waltzed in, grabbed the remote to the TV and proceeded to change the channel to his liking.  A woman at a ping pong table was prancing around wearing shorty shorts and a bikini top.  She turned this way and that, dropping a shoulder strap, turned her back to the screen, untied her top and spun toward the camera again, using the ping pong paddles to block the view of her bare breasts.  She turned and spun again, bending over with her butt facing the camera.  Of course, with shorty shorts, not much was covered, and proceeded to use the paddles to spank herself in a seductive way. I slammed my book closed and walked out, going to find a member of management, but didn't find one in time.

Today, he did it again in a room full of other women.  One was upset, came down the hall and I was able to flag down a member of management to go in and see what was going on.  The manager asked what he was watching and why?  That it was offensive to women.  Of course, in his Elvis way, he chuckles as if he's a teenager being caught red handed with a Penthouse and that he didn't see anything wrong with it.

Now, mind you, I'm not offended by soft porn; but there's a time and place ..... and I certainly do NOT want to know how a 65+ year old co-worker gets his jollies.  It gives me the willies!!   Personally, I think it was inappropriate for the workplace.  And I'm crossing my fingers that people who were offended today will write a statement.  From what I gathered, this wasn't the first time he's played this particular channel in front of other co-workers.

Why is it one thing after another with some people?  I know the real answer has to do with the other person more than it does with me, but when I'm pulled into his orbit, it really bothers me, and I do everything I can to stay away.