The Podcast Awards are going on and a few of my fellow podcasting pals have been nominated. So I want to first congratulate Ramble Redhead, Cocktails and Cream Puffs, Pod is My Copilot, and Greetings From Nowhere for their nominations. If you listen to these shows you can participate at http://www.podcastawards.com/ and vote for them.
Here is where my outlook on this isn't so popular. My goal has always been to interact with people and get to know them. That is how I choose the shows I listen to. I enjoy getting to know the hosts and hearing about their lives. I have found that in the last four years I have been involved in podcasting, this award show turns a lot of my favorite shows into 30-60 minute campaign speeches and the constant reminders of how I need to vote makes my online life miserable. The worst part for me is having three of my favorite shows nominated in one category. I don't want to pick who I like more because they are three different shows that I listen to for three different reasons. I am afraid that someones' feelings will get hurt. I don't want to be responsible for that. Podcasting is supposed to be fun and this is not fun to me. The only positive I can see coming out of this is more exposure for Pride48.com. Which, in my opinion, deserves the recognition for bringing us all together.
I know that I made some bitchy comments on Twitter and Google + and they have made people feel bad. For that I am so very sorry. I do wish my fellow podcasters the best of luck and I do vote everyday, I just won't tell you who I vote for. Except for Greetings for Nowhere, those are my girls and they are not competing against any of the other shows I enjoy.
Now with that crap out of the way.
So Derek went for his physical for work and came back with some concerning news. Now Derek is 5'7" and a huge 138 pounds. But the nurse informed Derek that his blood pressure was very high. I believe he said it was 159/90. I about fell out of my chair. And with just finding out that one of the contributing factors of my father's death was his blood pressure, I panicked. Even his parents got loud with him, and they never do. So I told Derek my fears and explained that he needed to do something about it. He gave me his same sing song of yeah yeah he'll get to it. I lost it. I think me getting loud and pointing out things about how he was feeling that he didn't know I knew, like the getting dizzy when he stands up, really got to him. And for the last few days, he hsa been trying to wake up at decent times, exercise, and not live on what junk food is within walking distance. He is also going to try to quit smoking, which I love the idea of. He stinks most of the time. bleck.
Other than that, life has been very ho-hum. Work is great, I am still swimming almost everyday. And we're getting Derek ready to start work in November. I think he's pretty excited that he doesn't have to wear a uniform and he will be making a considerable amount of money. All he wants to do is take care of me and he told me that this gives him the opportunity to do so. Made me feel good to see him so confident and happy.
So I close out this post with a happy birthday to my pal Nought. He is 36 today and will always be older than me. Many happy returns to you my dear.