Well, yes actually. I can actually be lazy enough to not post a new entry in almost 2 weeks, but I tend not like to post only a few paragraphs because nothing new has happened. Don't get me wrong life is still pretty friggin boring, but at least now there is a lot more nothing to talk about.
First off, my cat is pregnant... again. This is the one that got preggers last fall and I managed to delude myself into believing she was just getting fat until the day she pranced out thin again. My brother and I have set a dead line for the new batch. They are to be gone within 4-6 weeks of birth. The last group still has three members hanging around. That's four cats. No more.
Dee still, to my knowledge, has yet to put in her two week notice. She has been networking with apartment holders down there almost everyday and I think she actually found the one she intends to go for. A part of me thinks that she is still not completely comfortable uprooting her life like that, but if she is having second or third thoughts I hope she makes the best decision she can.
The gossip surrounding Tess and her boyfriend has been steadily creeping up and up. I know that she has spent a few nights at his place after having gotten drunk. As much as I would love to be able to turn off my ears to her voice and the conversations around her, I cannot so I also had the very unique experience of having to hear about some of the more... intimate aspects of her and her boyfriends time together. Needless to say, that did little to help improve my day (it's an ego thing).
Tess, to her credit, appears to have forgiven me. While she does not talk with me still, she no longer purposely avoids my presence. She also has been kind enough to end conversations about her new romance when she knows I am in the general vicinity. I know that as early last week I heard her tell someone about spending the night in Portland and it sounded like she was going to say more, but as soon as I walked into the room, she dropped it fast. This tells me that she is at least being respectful to whatever emotions she perceives me to have for her. I would outright thank her for that, but I don't wish to embarrass the girl (or myself) any further.
My diet is still going strong. So far I have lost about 28-29 pounds. My face has gotten notably thinner and the pants I was stretching out now hang loosely around my hips. I do splurge now and again, I have too. The concept I will be on this diet for the rest of my damned life will only be bearable if I recognize I CAN with reason allow some high-carb foods now and again. Not often, maybe ever couple of weeks, but enough to help the process along.
That girl at Wal-Mart is still a matter of some internal contention. An ever growing part of me would like to just try before the chance is gone forever, but I've thought that before with Tess and you know how well THAT shit worked. It does not help that for the past week or so I have not seen her. She may not even work there, or that time any longer. She's too pretty not to have someone in her life, but like I said in an earlier entry, there are times she is almost flirtatious. That may be just what kind of person she is, or maybe she does that because I am a regular customer, but I don't know.
Like I said, and I KNOW it sounds pathetic... I want to find somebody that will love me for me. Somebody to hold, somebody that will give me the benefit of the doubt and perhaps see past some of my flaws, even if only long enough to help me fix some. Ericka might not be her, but she HAS to be out there SOMEWHERE.
Off of that BS. Yesterday I had to play designated driver for my brother and his friend John. John is in a relationship and has been for while and Saturday he talked Jim into going with him to a local bar. There was a crappy DJ that would play disco, country and than Metallica with no transitioners. We got there around nine and the place was DEAD. It finally started picking up at around ten or ten thirty, but still noting like it used to be. My theory on the low attendance is the state of Maine has banned smoking in bars and restaurants, so the people that would before go out for a few drinks now stay home where they can smoke without having to go outside.
Bars are interesting for me. I watch unattractive men try to pick up fairly good looking women. They will keep on trying to dance closer and closer with them until the girl goes off with someone else and the guy will try to find another and another and another. I live in an area populated 95% with white people so you can get a good idea as to the caliber of 'dancing' they are doing. In some ways it looks like a marionette whose puppeteer is having a seizure.
Out of the probably 175 people there on Saturday, I would have only been willing to harbor about four, for either a night or whatever. I do not, as a rule, like one night stands. I think I would feel a momentary pleasure but I know myself enough to realize I would also need an emotional anchor. Anyhow, one was the bartender. She was a pretty hot brunette. Another was a blond with her pink g-string out for the world to see. The third was a girl I used to go to school with with longer dark hair and tight jeans and the last was a girl with black hair cut down to her neck, also in jeans. Of course, given I do not drink I didn't have the chemically enhanced sense of self like the other guys in the place, so rather than try anything like they would (and in some cases did), I just sat back and watched.
The General Lee looks to be getting its transmission work done in a week or so. Jim has dreams of it being back on the road by April. I do not verbally contradict that goal, but.. well, we'll wait and see. One of the major stumbling blocks for the job is that car is at my house now and not the garage. Given I have no forward motion available, I cannot drive her there, so she will need to be hauled. Jim talked to guy that owns a hauler and used to own the 1968 Charger that we bought last year.
Learned a bit more about the '68. The original owner was in the military and bought the car and was sent overseas to Germany. The guy actually brought the Charger to Germany with him! That car that I now own once drove the Autobond. It is more of a world traveler than I am!
Anyways, the military guy gets back to the states with the car in tow and then sells to this guy with hauler, Chris. Chris, than sells to an unknown person in the late 80's or early 90's. The unknown owner likes to drive fast with it and the cops end up giving him an ultimatum: get rid of the car or lose your license. The unknown guy had begun a little restoration process on the car and when he sold it to the person I bought it from, Mike, I guess the car was pretty stripped down.
Mike had it from probably 1995 until 2004 when he and I brokered the deal. Mike put the interior back in it, but did not restore the thing at all. The closest to 'restoration' he did was slather copious amounts of bondo everywhere. Ah, the car was worth the money we bought it for. It's going to need extensive work, but in the end it's going to be a cool ass muscle car.
Well, I think that will be it for now. I will try to maintain an average of one post a week (unless something interesting happens). If anybody actually reads these, thanks for the patience.
