16 | November | 2014 | ParkInkSpot

I might have mentioned that Brad’s some kind of très buff fitness robot machine (he’s a personal trainer)…? (Dad’s a flab machine, so don’t ask me where he gets it.) He’s got some ridiculously-crazy-low body mass index…and not much body mass, compared to those weights. (He weighs 140 to 150, lifting more than double his own weight here)

Anyway, Annie followed him setting up and lifting 360 at his gym for the “Achievement” photo assignment.

Update: Annie turned one of these (the second image, I think) into refrigerator magnets. For all of his female admirers? Stocking-stuffers? Personal trainer business promos? Heck, I dunno.

Here’s some samples:

I’ve botched up the order, but ya’ll get the idea.

Achievement

How long will it be?

“Good things come to those who wait.” Do you agree? How long is it reasonable to wait for something you really want?

I’m not exactly Joe Patience, and yes that’s an understatement. My wife puts up with it, bless her, but if you stick me in a queue at a theater or the waiting room of a doctor’s office, I quickly begin to fidget and seek escape routes.

Doctor’s offices, particularly; why in hell do they make appointments for 10AM and then keep you cooling your heels in the waiting room for another hour? I’m prompt and on time (anal about that, in fact). I’ve seen the doctor roaming around the back office drinking coffee and chatting with the office staff…wtf? Is there an express lane here somewhere, doc? Some secret society handshake I need to give the receptionist?

I know, at graduation every doctor received “Here’s your wealth-factory diploma and our special free ‘How to be repeatedly rude to every single customer and still get paid oodles!'” brochure; but please, use the Power responsibly!

I’m ranting, right?

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Thank goodness for Kindle, my sanity-restoration anti-fidget drug of choice. Since I’ve begun toting it to every dentist/doctor trip, the office staff death toll has been considerably reduced.

So anyway, back to the original question; no, I don’t really agree. I’m not terribly fond of waiting. “Reasonable” is usually a really, really small wait. “Patient” isn’t a word people would pick to describe me.

I think this might be another one of those ‘many character flaws’ I mentioned in a previous post.