The delay in closing and picking up an extra overtime shift cost me some time on my timeline for getting into the house. I thought I was making very slow progress in the three days I had to work on it.
I had July 26-28 to get as much done as possible before I went back to work on 29th. I really didn't think I accomplished much until I told people what I did. On the first day I shampooed the upstairs carpets, bought the gas stove I wanted and replaced the dishwasher.
On the second day, I went to Target and bought stuff to fix up the bathrooms (one and a half baths). I spent the better part of the day cleaning the shower from top to bottom. Finally I hung the shower liner and curtain and put the mats down where I want them. Next I tried to match the paint in the living room as I only want to paint three walls. I left Home Depot with sheets of paint chips. All the same shade but the light really affects the color. I think I got close enough. It took more time than I thought so after dinner I called it a day.
I also had an open invitation to go hang out with Mila. I took her up on her offer. I hooked up with her and we had a good time. I've mentioned it before but her laugh is wonderful. It's hearty, genuine and loud. Loud in a good way...not obnoxious at all. She is so sexy too. Mila is just great to be around. She texts me randomly through out the day. It's nice but way to early to get attached to her emotionally. My thoughts do wonder to her occasionally. Just little high school crush things.
Day three of house remodeling and I decided on the color that best matches the living/dining area. I went back to Home Depot and bought a brush and a small sample. I painted three marks around the room. Not exactly a match due to the way light hits but not an ugly mismatch. By the front entrance, it's a perfect match. The way the walls create natural breaks it's not noticeable that the shades are slightly different. Tuesday I get painting project underway.
Selecting a color for the master bedroom will be easier. I have nothing to match. I'm just going to pick a color I like and have at it. Once the master bedroom is painted, I'm going to disassemble my queen bed and haul it over in the truck. I've already selected a new mattress so I'll have the frame in place when the mattress is delivered.
I also found a full size sleeper futon for the guest bedroom/office. I'll keep it in futon form when no one is visiting.
Ton of stuff more needs work but right now I'm doing enough to make the place clean and painted. Once I get everything set up, I'll start working on striping the half bath cabinets and staining them. I need to make sure I can still do decent wood work before I tear up the kitchen cabinets. If I do a good job on half bath then the bathroom upstairs might be next and then the kitchen.
The final piece to the puzzle is remodeling the kitchen. Aside from cabinet and stripping them, I want to replace counter tops. Poor guy who lived there before me had whole place plain white. I have to spruce it up. The counter tops are white particle board. I'm looking at granite or marble tops. Marble is damn expensive but I can probably afford it. I may be able to do it myself.
Well that's all for now. Things are moving along quiet excitingly for me. More updates as I continue my move...
Good Night from the Balcony,
JPIII
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
A Man's Home is His Papal Apartment
After many delays, the Pope finally closed the deal on his new mini-Vatican.
I had the appraiser from hell. I was all set to close two weeks ago. Twice he delayed the closing. At first he insisted that deed documents were wrong because it didn't list a home owners association but that an HOA existed. The title company said there is an home owners group that exists for fixing mutual problems on in the area like a busted sewer line or shared common areas. They don't function on the legal definition of an HOA.
On the first closing date, the appraiser was out in the field and wouldn't return until late in the afternoon to change the paper work. The bank put the closing on indefinite hold.
This created a ton of problems for me.
First, I had to fight to get the day off from work. The max allowable had taken vacation already. So I had to get special permission from the boss's boss's boss. I had to go up three levels of management for approval. Before he'd approve though I had to call around and see if anyone from the off shifts were willing to swap with me. No deal. So I went through a lot of trouble to get the day off and then wasted it.
Second, that day was a drop date for closing. It was going to cost people money...namely me! My interest rate I was locked into expired that day. The contract sale expired that day and the seller was adamant that we close so he wouldn't have to pay another mortgage payment.
I decided to make two counters. First I'd agree to a week extension on the sale contract. Second, in order to get the sale contract extension, I offered to pay the mortgage for one month. In return, the seller agreed and the bank agreed to keep my lower interest rate locked in for another month.
It took two more days for us to finally close. The appraiser never changed his mind about the HOA. In the end, the mortgage company and the title company came to an agreement on the wording of the documents and amended whatever they had to on the side to complete the sale.
I still haven't spent the night in my new place but today I start the work. Today's agenda includes shampooing the upstairs carpet, purchasing a new stove and dishwasher and selecting paint colors for living room and master bedroom. I have a stove but decided on switching from electric to gas.
Next post I hope to have an introduction to Mila.
I had the appraiser from hell. I was all set to close two weeks ago. Twice he delayed the closing. At first he insisted that deed documents were wrong because it didn't list a home owners association but that an HOA existed. The title company said there is an home owners group that exists for fixing mutual problems on in the area like a busted sewer line or shared common areas. They don't function on the legal definition of an HOA.
On the first closing date, the appraiser was out in the field and wouldn't return until late in the afternoon to change the paper work. The bank put the closing on indefinite hold.
This created a ton of problems for me.
First, I had to fight to get the day off from work. The max allowable had taken vacation already. So I had to get special permission from the boss's boss's boss. I had to go up three levels of management for approval. Before he'd approve though I had to call around and see if anyone from the off shifts were willing to swap with me. No deal. So I went through a lot of trouble to get the day off and then wasted it.
Second, that day was a drop date for closing. It was going to cost people money...namely me! My interest rate I was locked into expired that day. The contract sale expired that day and the seller was adamant that we close so he wouldn't have to pay another mortgage payment.
I decided to make two counters. First I'd agree to a week extension on the sale contract. Second, in order to get the sale contract extension, I offered to pay the mortgage for one month. In return, the seller agreed and the bank agreed to keep my lower interest rate locked in for another month.
It took two more days for us to finally close. The appraiser never changed his mind about the HOA. In the end, the mortgage company and the title company came to an agreement on the wording of the documents and amended whatever they had to on the side to complete the sale.
I still haven't spent the night in my new place but today I start the work. Today's agenda includes shampooing the upstairs carpet, purchasing a new stove and dishwasher and selecting paint colors for living room and master bedroom. I have a stove but decided on switching from electric to gas.
Next post I hope to have an introduction to Mila.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Shards of Sophia Part 2
Since Mila mentioned she knew Sophia, I've been thinking a lot about Sophia.
Further thinking led me to another conclusion. Thinking about Sophia isn't fair to Mila or me. I have this budding friendship and possible relationship with Mila. Of course I haven't told Mila my thoughts of Sophia. I can't think of a faster way to undermine any chance with Mila by lingering on Sophia.
I never loved Sophia. I never had the chance to fall in love with her. I cared, strongly, for her. She will never know it but she had a big part in me getting my life back on track after the DWI and Depression era (see two posts ago about the Eras). It was hope she gave me of a relationship that drove me to getting my life back together.
I wonder if it was a test. Part of the process of getting my life together. I'm presented with this hope for happiness and love. Sophia, for reason still unknown, flaked out and disappeared on me. My guess is she didn't want to wait anymore and moved on. So my shot at happiness was gone for the moment.
In the past I would have drank myself into a stupor. I would have drank myself silly. Yet I had grown as a person in the crucible of sobriety and self examination. This time was different. This time I was already in therapy and I used that as an outlet versus the drink. Even before Mila, I thought occasionally of what a life with Sophia would have been like.
So now Mila walks into my life unexpectedly. I'm not prepared for her. I wasn't looking for anyone. I just was being my usual self in life. I go long periods without anyone and then someone is there. Is Mila going to work out? I don't know. Are we going to advance pass the friendship phase? Again I don't know. That's what makes it exciting. First I have a new woman in my life. Just friends for now. Yet there is some romance already. Whether it progress remains to be seen.
Mila may be the right one. The woman people talk about being the one. I don't believe in all that. I believe that if I meet and find someone and it works out....great. If it doesn't well it doesn't. The only way to find out is to give all my attention and energy to Mila. I can't let thoughts of Sophia derail me.
Mila, I pledge that Sophia is the past. It took a remarkable woman like you Mila to drive that Shard of Sophia out of my heart. From this point on, it's Mila time and Mila only. It's the fair and right approach to both of us...to pursue a relationship with a clean sheet.
Further thinking led me to another conclusion. Thinking about Sophia isn't fair to Mila or me. I have this budding friendship and possible relationship with Mila. Of course I haven't told Mila my thoughts of Sophia. I can't think of a faster way to undermine any chance with Mila by lingering on Sophia.
I never loved Sophia. I never had the chance to fall in love with her. I cared, strongly, for her. She will never know it but she had a big part in me getting my life back on track after the DWI and Depression era (see two posts ago about the Eras). It was hope she gave me of a relationship that drove me to getting my life back together.
I wonder if it was a test. Part of the process of getting my life together. I'm presented with this hope for happiness and love. Sophia, for reason still unknown, flaked out and disappeared on me. My guess is she didn't want to wait anymore and moved on. So my shot at happiness was gone for the moment.
In the past I would have drank myself into a stupor. I would have drank myself silly. Yet I had grown as a person in the crucible of sobriety and self examination. This time was different. This time I was already in therapy and I used that as an outlet versus the drink. Even before Mila, I thought occasionally of what a life with Sophia would have been like.
So now Mila walks into my life unexpectedly. I'm not prepared for her. I wasn't looking for anyone. I just was being my usual self in life. I go long periods without anyone and then someone is there. Is Mila going to work out? I don't know. Are we going to advance pass the friendship phase? Again I don't know. That's what makes it exciting. First I have a new woman in my life. Just friends for now. Yet there is some romance already. Whether it progress remains to be seen.
Mila may be the right one. The woman people talk about being the one. I don't believe in all that. I believe that if I meet and find someone and it works out....great. If it doesn't well it doesn't. The only way to find out is to give all my attention and energy to Mila. I can't let thoughts of Sophia derail me.
Mila, I pledge that Sophia is the past. It took a remarkable woman like you Mila to drive that Shard of Sophia out of my heart. From this point on, it's Mila time and Mila only. It's the fair and right approach to both of us...to pursue a relationship with a clean sheet.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Shards of Sophia
A little back story as it relates to the other night.
The Sophia/Rebecca Decision
A few years ago when I was with Rebecca I met Sophia. The first time I saw her I thought she was incredibly beautiful. I met her while me, Rebecca and Rebecca's friend went out. Sophia was the friend of the friend. There was an obvious spark but I was in a relationship with Rebecca and what I thought was in love with her. That is open for debate by others but I was in love with her.
So what happens next is one night I went out to the same club where we all went that night. Not looking for Sophia or her other friend. I liked the place and that was it. Well I ran into Sophia that night. We started talking and she admitted that she was instantly attracted to me. Even years later, her exact words are still etched in my mind and heart. She said,"I met you that night and thought that guy....wow. He's amazing." We had a good time that night and exchanged phone numbers with plans to see each other again. She knew how I felt about Rebecca but it didn't deter Sophia.
She knew what she was getting into with me and was trying to wrest me away from Rebecca. Things were starting to turn south for me and Rebecca. So I was caught between two women I truly cared for. Things hadn't tanked yet with Rebecca. There was still a lot of love, fun and hope for that relationship.
Yet there was this remarkable woman in Sophia chasing me. She wasn't looking for a lay. She was looking for something more serious.
I had a decision to make. For first time in my life I had to choose between two women. Did I stay with the woman I thought I loved and continue on a course that could lead a lifetime of happiness? Or do I move on to some one new and exciting but uncertain about?
In the end, I decided to stay with the woman I loved and move on from Sophia. I hindsight I made the wrong decision.
Fast Forward Five Years
A couple of weeks ago, I met Mila. (As usual, not her real name but close enough.) I was hanging with another woman but only friends with. Mila started off the night talking and laughing. She told me how much fun she had and we kissed lightly.
Two nights ago I see her again. We have a good time drinking, laughing and telling stories. We even held hands, she moved my hands down to her leg when we sat at the table. We even kissed a few more times. Mila let her hands run along my arms and hair. She has a boisterous laugh that sound full of life. She's gorgeous. In a quiet moment, she leans over to me and whispers,"You're so handsome." We enjoy the rest of the night. I can't help but tell her how pretty she is. And it's the damn truth...she's beautiful.
She started talking about the different people she's seen and gone over the years at the bar and club we were hanging out at. Something tugged at my heart. I said to myself don't bring it up. Then she mentioned Sophia's friend.
My heart stopped. I froze for a few seconds, then I asked,"Did you know Sophia?"
"Oh my God yes. She's beautiful. So petite and just so nice." Yup that was my Sophia.
Mila then asked me,"What ever happened to her? Do you know?"
"Yes." I briefly filled her in on a few relevant parts of the Sophia/Pope story. Then I told her where Sophia went to work and her career.
"I really screwed up with letting her go."
"But did you know how she felt about you?" Mila asked.
"Yes. She made it obvious what she wanted. She's a remarkable woman who walked into my life and wanted me in her life. I made a mistake."
"If you knew how she felt then you did screw up. But we all make mistakes and have regrets. You can't let it linger."
"I did make the wrong decision but then again I don't know if me and Sophia would have made it either."
Mila was sweet to listen to that. It was years ago so Sophia poses no threat to any budding relationship to Mila. I reassured Mila as much.
After all that, she told me more about her self. Something that I'll share on a Mila episode. End of the night we exchanged numbers and hoped to see each other more often.
I hope we do. It would be nice to have someone to go eat with, go to movie with, concerts etc. You know a lady to date.
It's not that I miss Mary Jane. I miss having someone to do things with on a consistent basis.
That's the soap opera version of the Pope's Life.
The Sophia/Rebecca Decision
A few years ago when I was with Rebecca I met Sophia. The first time I saw her I thought she was incredibly beautiful. I met her while me, Rebecca and Rebecca's friend went out. Sophia was the friend of the friend. There was an obvious spark but I was in a relationship with Rebecca and what I thought was in love with her. That is open for debate by others but I was in love with her.
So what happens next is one night I went out to the same club where we all went that night. Not looking for Sophia or her other friend. I liked the place and that was it. Well I ran into Sophia that night. We started talking and she admitted that she was instantly attracted to me. Even years later, her exact words are still etched in my mind and heart. She said,"I met you that night and thought that guy....wow. He's amazing." We had a good time that night and exchanged phone numbers with plans to see each other again. She knew how I felt about Rebecca but it didn't deter Sophia.
She knew what she was getting into with me and was trying to wrest me away from Rebecca. Things were starting to turn south for me and Rebecca. So I was caught between two women I truly cared for. Things hadn't tanked yet with Rebecca. There was still a lot of love, fun and hope for that relationship.
Yet there was this remarkable woman in Sophia chasing me. She wasn't looking for a lay. She was looking for something more serious.
I had a decision to make. For first time in my life I had to choose between two women. Did I stay with the woman I thought I loved and continue on a course that could lead a lifetime of happiness? Or do I move on to some one new and exciting but uncertain about?
In the end, I decided to stay with the woman I loved and move on from Sophia. I hindsight I made the wrong decision.
Fast Forward Five Years
A couple of weeks ago, I met Mila. (As usual, not her real name but close enough.) I was hanging with another woman but only friends with. Mila started off the night talking and laughing. She told me how much fun she had and we kissed lightly.
Two nights ago I see her again. We have a good time drinking, laughing and telling stories. We even held hands, she moved my hands down to her leg when we sat at the table. We even kissed a few more times. Mila let her hands run along my arms and hair. She has a boisterous laugh that sound full of life. She's gorgeous. In a quiet moment, she leans over to me and whispers,"You're so handsome." We enjoy the rest of the night. I can't help but tell her how pretty she is. And it's the damn truth...she's beautiful.
She started talking about the different people she's seen and gone over the years at the bar and club we were hanging out at. Something tugged at my heart. I said to myself don't bring it up. Then she mentioned Sophia's friend.
My heart stopped. I froze for a few seconds, then I asked,"Did you know Sophia?"
"Oh my God yes. She's beautiful. So petite and just so nice." Yup that was my Sophia.
Mila then asked me,"What ever happened to her? Do you know?"
"Yes." I briefly filled her in on a few relevant parts of the Sophia/Pope story. Then I told her where Sophia went to work and her career.
"I really screwed up with letting her go."
"But did you know how she felt about you?" Mila asked.
"Yes. She made it obvious what she wanted. She's a remarkable woman who walked into my life and wanted me in her life. I made a mistake."
"If you knew how she felt then you did screw up. But we all make mistakes and have regrets. You can't let it linger."
"I did make the wrong decision but then again I don't know if me and Sophia would have made it either."
Mila was sweet to listen to that. It was years ago so Sophia poses no threat to any budding relationship to Mila. I reassured Mila as much.
After all that, she told me more about her self. Something that I'll share on a Mila episode. End of the night we exchanged numbers and hoped to see each other more often.
I hope we do. It would be nice to have someone to go eat with, go to movie with, concerts etc. You know a lady to date.
It's not that I miss Mary Jane. I miss having someone to do things with on a consistent basis.
That's the soap opera version of the Pope's Life.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Closing a Chapter - Opening A Chapter
Today I'm closing out a chapter of my life and beginning a new one. In recent years, I've broken down my life into chapters or phases and today is the first in a new one.
2004-2007 The Rebecca Years
2007-2009 DWI and Depression
2009-2011 Recovery and Single
2011- ? - A New Home
Today I'm closing the deal on a new home. It's time for your pope to move into a residence befitting a man of my stature and standing in the world. Also I figure it's time to call it a new beginning of the next phase of my life.
See you in the funny pages,
The Pontiff Maximus
2004-2007 The Rebecca Years
2007-2009 DWI and Depression
2009-2011 Recovery and Single
2011- ? - A New Home
Today I'm closing the deal on a new home. It's time for your pope to move into a residence befitting a man of my stature and standing in the world. Also I figure it's time to call it a new beginning of the next phase of my life.
See you in the funny pages,
The Pontiff Maximus
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Little Town House on the Prairie
Seriously? No updates since March? I've really let the blog fall into disrepair. As to be expected lotsa stuff has happened. Nothing bad. One big piece of news to report. The rest probably were good anecdotes and funny stories. Unfortunately those fade with time and I can't do them justice retelling them now. I'm really going to try and update more frequently. I've said in the past so let's see what happens.
Return of the Rebecca
For starters, Rebecca returned from exile a few weeks ago. I couldn't get it out of her why she went missing for six months. I didn't try really hard either to get it out of her.
For the record, Rebecca is my former Eastern European girlfriend whom I've stayed friends with after our break up four years ago. We were friends for many years before we were a couple. As I like to say, "She's a great friend but a lousy girlfriend." Some things were just meant not to be.
One morning about two weeks ago I sent her a text message just asking if she was still alive. Since she's been nonexistent in my life for months, I assumed I wouldn't hear from her. Ever. So I was shocked when she called me that evening on my commute home from work. When I asked her what had been going on she danced around the question. I let it go.
My guess all along in her silence is that she was in a relationship with someone. Fine. I figured if she was happy then let it go, let her live her life.
At the end of the conversation she asked when I had a weekend free. I told her I'd let her know.
Fast forward to two days ago. I called her after work to see if she was free this or next weekend. Her modus operandi is to let the phone ring and return the call later. It wasn't until we were together that she actually picked up when I called. I expected the voicemail and the return call the next day. Surprisingly two rings in she answered.
"Oh Pope, I was thinking about you today. I was going to call you. I need to talk to you. Blah blah blah." Her business is doing bad. She wanted to bounce some ideas off me. Being the Pope carries some responsibilities. When The Flock reaches out to me, I must listen. At the end of her laments, I told her she must do what is best for her and whatever she needs to do to get by.
The Big News
After we got Rebecca time over, she asked me how I was doing.
Let's pause the story for a little background info. Being the Pope, I must maintain modest yet appropriate residences. A Pope works hard. Thus a Pope also requires much relaxation when he can afford it. Thus I live in a small but luxurious apartment. The Flock spake many times unto me,"Oh Holy Father, thou art deserving of a more permanent residence."
I replied,"Verily, I say unto thee, it is not the time for the Pope to assume the debt of a permanent residence. For the Flock's tithes support the Pope and he doeth not deem these hard economic times appropriate for more luxury when so many suffer."
Now back to the main plot. Rebecca asked how I was doing. I replied,"Hon, next week I close on a town house in the heart of the city."
The Permanent Residence
I finally decided now was the time to take the plunge into real estate. I put off for many years buying a house. I've wanted one but never deemed it the right time.
About a year into my relationship with Rebecca, I decided that it was time to buy a house. If things worked out long term then she and her daughter could move in with me. If things didn't work out then I had a place to live. Unfortunately I picked the height of the housing boom to look. Fortunately, not only am I the Pope, but I'm Jewish also. I decided that the housing boom outweighed any benefits of home ownership at the time.
The house search actually went very quick once I found the right real estate agent. My first agent ignored me. Once I protested about her lack of response she passed me onto her assistant. He turned out to be a disaster. He was a religious mental midget who only dealt with real estate part time. But that's a tale for another day.
To suffice for now, I asked a friend who he used. He recommended someone who I will admit kicked some major ass. This guy is a real go getter.
To wind this post down, in a week the Pope will be owner of his own home. I'm very happy about it. Three things convinced me of this purchase...location location location. It's wonderful. I'll post more on that soon.
Good night...even a Pope needs his beauty sleep.
Return of the Rebecca
For starters, Rebecca returned from exile a few weeks ago. I couldn't get it out of her why she went missing for six months. I didn't try really hard either to get it out of her.
For the record, Rebecca is my former Eastern European girlfriend whom I've stayed friends with after our break up four years ago. We were friends for many years before we were a couple. As I like to say, "She's a great friend but a lousy girlfriend." Some things were just meant not to be.
One morning about two weeks ago I sent her a text message just asking if she was still alive. Since she's been nonexistent in my life for months, I assumed I wouldn't hear from her. Ever. So I was shocked when she called me that evening on my commute home from work. When I asked her what had been going on she danced around the question. I let it go.
My guess all along in her silence is that she was in a relationship with someone. Fine. I figured if she was happy then let it go, let her live her life.
At the end of the conversation she asked when I had a weekend free. I told her I'd let her know.
Fast forward to two days ago. I called her after work to see if she was free this or next weekend. Her modus operandi is to let the phone ring and return the call later. It wasn't until we were together that she actually picked up when I called. I expected the voicemail and the return call the next day. Surprisingly two rings in she answered.
"Oh Pope, I was thinking about you today. I was going to call you. I need to talk to you. Blah blah blah." Her business is doing bad. She wanted to bounce some ideas off me. Being the Pope carries some responsibilities. When The Flock reaches out to me, I must listen. At the end of her laments, I told her she must do what is best for her and whatever she needs to do to get by.
The Big News
After we got Rebecca time over, she asked me how I was doing.
Let's pause the story for a little background info. Being the Pope, I must maintain modest yet appropriate residences. A Pope works hard. Thus a Pope also requires much relaxation when he can afford it. Thus I live in a small but luxurious apartment. The Flock spake many times unto me,"Oh Holy Father, thou art deserving of a more permanent residence."
I replied,"Verily, I say unto thee, it is not the time for the Pope to assume the debt of a permanent residence. For the Flock's tithes support the Pope and he doeth not deem these hard economic times appropriate for more luxury when so many suffer."
Now back to the main plot. Rebecca asked how I was doing. I replied,"Hon, next week I close on a town house in the heart of the city."
The Permanent Residence
I finally decided now was the time to take the plunge into real estate. I put off for many years buying a house. I've wanted one but never deemed it the right time.
About a year into my relationship with Rebecca, I decided that it was time to buy a house. If things worked out long term then she and her daughter could move in with me. If things didn't work out then I had a place to live. Unfortunately I picked the height of the housing boom to look. Fortunately, not only am I the Pope, but I'm Jewish also. I decided that the housing boom outweighed any benefits of home ownership at the time.
The house search actually went very quick once I found the right real estate agent. My first agent ignored me. Once I protested about her lack of response she passed me onto her assistant. He turned out to be a disaster. He was a religious mental midget who only dealt with real estate part time. But that's a tale for another day.
To suffice for now, I asked a friend who he used. He recommended someone who I will admit kicked some major ass. This guy is a real go getter.
To wind this post down, in a week the Pope will be owner of his own home. I'm very happy about it. Three things convinced me of this purchase...location location location. It's wonderful. I'll post more on that soon.
Good night...even a Pope needs his beauty sleep.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Ofer - 0-5
Every since Mary Jane left the female action has been scarce. Well a little scarce. I still have the Argentinian hottie that I mess around with occasionally. Other than her, nothing.
I just got back from New Orleans Friday and had a blast. I spent eight days in the city eating, drinking and meeting people. I was also in a Krewe parade. The asked,"Hey Pope, can you be our grand marshal?" But I declined. If they knew I was on a float they'd riot just to be near me. So I said just put me in a regular costume and I'll throw beads like everyone else.
So I got to be in a parade, throw beads and have fun.
All good times must come to an end. Friday some friends invited me out. I didn't go since I was worn out from my trip. Saturday I was feeling it if you know what I mean. And if you don't...I was fucking horny. I started at the top of my booty call list and go throw five calls...no luck. A big donut, zilch, nada, nothing. I think even my right hand turned me down.
Now I'm no longer horny. I'm frustrated. Isn't that something?
Rebecca is still missing in action. I have no idea why she decided to cut me out of her life completely. Other than she has a man in her life and for whatever reason she feels she can't include me in her life anymore. Whatever. I'm always here if she wants to find me.
Violet is back. Not much to her story yet. We made contact through Facebook. Again, whatever. But then again I'm horny so she might be my next lay.
I need to post more often.
Goodnight,
Your Ever Horny Pope
I just got back from New Orleans Friday and had a blast. I spent eight days in the city eating, drinking and meeting people. I was also in a Krewe parade. The asked,"Hey Pope, can you be our grand marshal?" But I declined. If they knew I was on a float they'd riot just to be near me. So I said just put me in a regular costume and I'll throw beads like everyone else.
So I got to be in a parade, throw beads and have fun.
All good times must come to an end. Friday some friends invited me out. I didn't go since I was worn out from my trip. Saturday I was feeling it if you know what I mean. And if you don't...I was fucking horny. I started at the top of my booty call list and go throw five calls...no luck. A big donut, zilch, nada, nothing. I think even my right hand turned me down.
Now I'm no longer horny. I'm frustrated. Isn't that something?
Rebecca is still missing in action. I have no idea why she decided to cut me out of her life completely. Other than she has a man in her life and for whatever reason she feels she can't include me in her life anymore. Whatever. I'm always here if she wants to find me.
Violet is back. Not much to her story yet. We made contact through Facebook. Again, whatever. But then again I'm horny so she might be my next lay.
I need to post more often.
Goodnight,
Your Ever Horny Pope
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
First Post of 2011
New Year Post
1-4-2011
Belated Happy New Years from your ever loving Pope! I hope my flock has a wonderful and prosperous new year.
The Pontiff Maximus worked on Christmas. As you may know, as God's earthly representative, I'm required to be available 24/7. I did delegate the week of new years to a ranking cardinal.
Things have been pretty uneventful since my last entry. There are a few events that stand out.
The Ride Request
About two weeks ago I had one of my strip club outings. Afterwards I decided to pick up fast food before I went home. I live in an apartment building on two main streets. The parking garage is gated between the two six story buildings. I park the car in the garage on my assigned spot and the truck on the street. This night I have to park on a side street across one of the main streets. I see a man walking down the main street. I keep my eye him. Sure enough he crosses the street and turns down the side street where I'm parking the truck. I decide staying in the truck until he passes me. As I'm sitting there rubbing my eyes, he walks in front of my truck and toward the driver side. He waves and I roll down my window. He asks me for a ride halfway across town. He gave me some story that his buddy got arrested with a DWI. I said no. So he asks me for a ride closer by. Again I say no.
I wonder what he was thinking? Did he really think I would let a complete stranger in my truck at 1 a.m.? Sure get in the truck so you can shoot or stab me. Hell let me save you the murder rap by just giving you my keys. The sad part is there are folks who would give a ride despite the situation.
The Cold Kittens
A few days later after work, I stopped to gas up my truck. Two kittens came running out to me. It was the coldest night of the week. The kittens appeared to have just been dumped at the gas station. They were looking for someone to take them in as they were obviously used to people. I felt sorry for them. I wanted to take them home but I have an apartment with an expensive pet deposit. i chased them off hoping that they wouldn't get run over.
The Momster Monster
Don't get me wrong. I love my mother but she is turning into a cranky old lady.
I spent the new year week visiting my family out of town. We went out to eat at a dinner buffet. It's the holidays so of course the place is packed. A party of elevne was in line before us. So it takes a while to clean and set up tables for them. My mom is going absolutely bonkers complaining about the wait. I tried to calm her down by explaining that it's crowded and not the poor lady's fault we have to wait. She wants to hear none of it.
We finally were seated. We all went through the serving lines. My mother comes back more pissed off cause the buffet doesn't have what she wants. She keeps complaining the whole time. She makes a return trip and I tell my sister this a main reason why I don’t visit often. My sister tells me she avoids Mom for the same reason. The entire evening was miserable. I couldn't get away fast enough.
The New Shrink
Upon a recommendation for my old shrink I switched to one closer to my place. The first appointment was today. He did his initial evaluation and said I was doing fine but he wants me to check in within a month.
I got him to switch me back to Ambien from Lunesta. A while back during my DW I ordeal, I started sleep walking with Ambien. My theory is the stress contributed to the sleep walking. Before the ordeal I wasn't sleep walking. So now that my life is 1000% better I want to switch back cause Lunesta doesn't keep me asleep for very long and it is expensive. I might set up my computer cam to observe me when I sleep to make sure I stay in bed.
Odds and Ends
I found Violet on Facebook. I sent her a friend request to see if she had the balls to accept it. She did on New Years Eve.
Rebecca is missing in action. I haven't heard from here since after my break up with Mary Jane but before Thanksgiving. I'm starting to get a little concerned.
Well back to work. I have to read a couple of newspapers and some magazines. I might get some real work done too.
Good night from the Pope JP3.
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