October 7, 2004
Why is it that when the most is happening in my life, I write about it the least? Well, let's start a couple of
weeks back. I was having a terribly stressful time. My aunt, Penny, kept having me write these ridiculous petitions
to stop rumors that the man who controlled her lease would not be allowed to reject renewing the lease to her restaurant.
This is a rumor that she started herself, because he stopped being friendly after she decided to sue him because of mistreatment
during the Phish concert. I don't know if there was mistreatment or not, but when Penny gets on something, she obsesses
about it and that's all she'll talk about for weeks afterward. Even her lawyer stopped taking her calls because she
was hounding him so much. So she kept having me write petition after petition about differently related things, and
I was going nuts trying to avoid even talking to her. Then, like clock work, her sister, Aunt Wanda, found out that
I'm the only person in the family that knows anything about computers, so she decided to try and involve me in her new business.
Apparently she signed up for an Internet scam where she had to pay two hundred dollars for a search engine where she would
earn a commision, but she doesn't know even the first thing about how to even turn on a computer. She thought she would
be selling merchandise, but I had tried to explain several times that there was no merchandise. She had pretty much
paid for an advertisement for the company she bought the search engine from, except the actual search engine was just in the
corner of the web page and the rest was a big ad to buy a search engine. Big scam. Luckily they accidentally put
her name at the top of the page by accident, and she got terribly paranoid that the disability private investigators that
have apparently been after her for years (like they have nothing better to do) would find out and she would get in big trouble,
so I don't know if she asked for her money back or what, but she stopped asking me to help her with it. So for a little
change of pace, I decided to audition for a talent show that is being held as a community project in Orleans, Vermont this
month. Having only two karaoke CDs, and both of them consisting of only Dixie Chicks songs, I picked out an upbeatsong
that would be easy for my voice range. I had to climb a flight of stairs when I got to the old building, and then waited
while these little kids practiced their skit to the song Wake Up Little Susie. When it was my turn, I was a
little apprehensive because I was told there would be an PA system set up, but they told me that it would only be there when
they did the dress rehearsals four weeks from then. So I played the song on the little radio while about thirty people
watched. Nobody really said anything or even clapped when I was done. Even the little kids got a participation
clap! Then the woman who runs the show ran up to me and said, "Where did you come from?!?" I said Newport, and
everybody laughed. She said that I didn't need the PA system, but if I wanted it, I could have it. They were all
just so shocked, and they said they were still looking for a theme to the show, and that my song would now be that theme.
So Some Days You Gotta Dance is the new theme, and from what I understand, I'm now one of the main acts. On
my way out, the woman who was heading it all invited me to join the Church choir she is in, but I declined, and she said that
she had another idea and she would let me know about it. So all of that was very exciting. Then more drama happened.
Curt and Mom got in a fight one night while I was out. I guess he said some pretty horrible things, untrue things, that
were just mean and bitter. He's been butting heads with both of my parents lately, and this just went too far.
The next morning, Mom had a nervous breakdown over it all and it looked like Curt would be moving out. But then I guess
he apologized at some point, and most of the drama ended. Then, almost immediately, my friend Meggan called with an
invitation to come down to visit her in Georgia. Her school was having a dance, and she wanted me to be her date.
I told her I would think about it. She offered to buy the plane ticket down there and I could stay with her. Mom
was all for it. She insisted that I needed to get out and meet more people, so a little apprehensively I accepted.
It's not that I didn't want to go, but I always feel weird accepting gifts like that, especially something so big. Well,
the flight left at 5:45 in the morning, and I had to drive four hours to Boston before it would take off, so I tried to go
to bed early. So Aunt Penny's spider senses must have gone off because the same night, she decided that she wanted to
come over and find a widower husband online, but she's really loud and insane and I couldn't sleep more than ten minutes or
so in the four or five hours I tried. So I left and had a fairly uneventful trip there. When I met Meggan at the
airport, I was surprised. She didn't look at all like the pre-op pictures she had sent me, even though she had insisted
before that she looked exactly the same. She was certainly much thinner than any picture I had seen. So we went
back to her place and later picked up her little daughter, Bekah, who is just the most adorable little child you could ever
hope to see. She does have a stubborn streak that seems to run in the family, ha ha, but that girl is sickeningly cute.
So I slept for the most part on the first day, and the second day we hung out and went to Meggan's school for a barbecue and
skit show put on by the Juniors. It was absolutely hilarious, not to mention a feast for the eyes compared to the girls
here in Vermont! So the following night was the big school dance. Meggan helped me pick out an oufit to wear,
which considering the options, was harder than it looked. Everything I had was from before surgery and disgustingly
oversized, but we made do with a little ensemble. Meggan looked outstanding to the max! Her dress was just tight
enough and her hair was classicly curled like something out of the fifties. So after going to a fondue restaurant where
we accidentally didn't order fondue, we got lost in Atlanta on the way to the hotel where the dance was. Finally we
found it and went in. I met a million more of Meggan's friends and said hi to the ones I could remember. We danced
a little bit and I was sweating cold soda bottle on a summer's day. We went back to the table, and after a while, Meggan
and all of her friends wanted to go dance some more. There were so many tables, chairs, and people that I decided to
hang back and relax at the table and figured I would try to battle my way up there eventually. Well, I was sitting alone
at our table and there was a girl sitting at the table next to me. She was alone, too, and had been for some time.
We kept making eye contact, but pretending like we weren't looking at each other. Finally I decided enough with the
fourth grade attitude and went over to introduce myself. When I got up close, I noticed she was crying uncontrollably.
She told me that her boyfriend had broken up with her and that she probably wouldn't be very good company. I told her
that there was no reason that such a pretty, sweet girl should be sitting alone at the event of the year. After a couple
of minutes, one of her friends came up and tried to convince her to go dance with the group, but she refused and seemed to
be encouraging her friend to let us talk. So finally I invited her to go for a drink. She said no at first, but
I told her she would be doing me a favor by not sending me back to my table alone, so she agreed. We both got a fuzzy
navel wine cooler and were really getting along well. She started smiling, then laughing, and before I knew it, she
wasn't even getting any sad looks in her eyes. She had the cutest little smile. Well, at one point, Meggan came
back to check on me, and I introduced them, but they didn't know each other and Meggan went back to dance some more.
I felt guilty for leaving Meggan to go dance alone, but she later told me that she was having a blast with her friend's date,
so she didn't really mind. So anyway, Kat gave me her info and we said good night. Then the last day or so, Meggan
and I just hung out a lot and went shopping. We had a good time, and she kept tickling me. It wouldn't be a big
deal except I am the most ticklish person in the world, and I can be a sour puss when somebody won't stop doing it.
So she dropped me off at the airport and had a long conversation about me with my mom, who she called as soon as dropping
me off. Neither of them will tell me what they talked about really, so I'm left guessing. I had a great time with
Meggan and I hope she comes up to visit me in Vermont sometime. And on the plane I met this older woman, Joni, who travels
a lot for work. She's fifty-one, but looks like she's in her mid-thirties, has no kids and has never been married.
We really hit it off, and she said she would contact me the next time she's up this way, but we'll see. So since I've
come home, not a whole lot has been going on. I just had to get back in the grind of things and pay a lot of bills.
Phew, I'm tired!
October 15, 2004
What a busy little beaver I've been! Two nights ago, I joined the newly built community center that has a gym in
it, and I've been going every night. The first night I amazed myself by doing twenty minutes on the bike, and have been
adding one minute per night to my workout. Every other night I work either my upper or lower body, and I'm really trying
to make a habit out of it. I figure if it is simply part of my day to go to the gym, it won't be all that bad.
Not many people go there yet, so it doesn't feel crowded and it's not intimidating because there are no long time pros there
either. A lot of the free weights haven't arrived yet, so power lifters aren't there to tie things up. I really
enjoy it so much more than I thought I would. I think it's, honestly, just because I've lost so much weight and I fit
on the machines better and can do more. I mean, even when I was in highschool I could never have done more than five
to ten minutes on the bike, and now I can do over twenty! That is a major accomplishment! I haven't lost a single
pound since I came back from Mexico, and I hope this is the jolt I needed to start moving in the right direction again.
And because I see exactly how many calories I burn on the bike, I am more than hesitant to touch any high calorie and unhealthy
foods when I think about facing all that work required to burn it off. I mean, I sweat like I've never sweated in my
life when I'm on that thing! Ha ha, so anyway, I also got an appointment on November 16th for my eighteen month follow-up
to surgery. This is the day that I will get a date to meet my plastic surgeon, probably about four to six weeks following.
After meeting the plastic surgeon, it's another two to six month wait until any actual surgery happens. But I've got
plenty to keep me busy. Tomorrow afternoon is the rehearsal for the talent show I mentioned before. And get
this! The woman who is running the show said she was so impressed that they wanted me to sing an extra song and all
of the other people in the show would sing backup to me! How awesome is that! It should be a lot of fun.
The people seem really nice and we all know how much I love to sing in front of a crowd! Okay, I'm many kinds of a whore,
including mirror and photo, so why not applause whore to the mix? The show is on Sunday, and to add to my schedule,
I also am going to karaoke here in town tomorrow night. While at the grocery store picking up a very healthy porkchop
for supper, I ran into this girl from highschool. She's three years younger than me, but she's really nice and kind
of cute, so I asked her if she wanted to come with us. She said she would, so I'm going to meet her there. She
knows I had surgery and I think she's interested in it too. She's suffered from a serious weight problem her entire
life. I remember when we were kids how other kids would pick on her because of her weight, even right to her face.
They were so horrible and I would always stick up for her. People can really be assholes sometimes. Well, anyway,
I don't even really know her personally. I only talked to her once in highschool, but now she works at the grocery store
and I talk to her now and again when she's not busy. I'm sure we'll have a great time. So looking forward to tomorrow
night, between performances (hee!) I have to manage to squeeze in a workout somewhere. Hopefully the rehearsal won't
run too late and I can go long before the karaoke begins. But for now I'm going to finish supper and hit the sack.
I've been sleeping like a baby since I started working out, and my lower back has almost stopped hurting completely because
of the exercises I've been doing. Too bad every other muscle and ligament in my whole body is killing me! Oh well,
"no pain, no gain", and "feel the burn", and "get your lazy ass off the couch", along with any other great sayings I can't
remember right now. "So sexy, yeah it hurts..."
October 16, 2004
Good lawd in heaven, I lost a pound! Four nights of the gym and my plateau is headed downhill. Woo hoo!
October 17, 2004
Things seem to just be falling into place ever since I joined the gym. Besides the pound I lost, I've been taking
all of my vitamins religiously, drinking all the water I'm supposed to, cutting plenty of calories, and I simply feel better
and better all the time. I did the stationary bike for twenty-four minutes tonight, my muscles stopped aching both in
my upper and lower body, and I've been sleeping like a baby ever since I joined. I do feel more tired earlier in the
evenings, but I think it's because my metabolism is in overdrive from all the exercise. Who knows, but things are really
improving. Also, my room and car seem to stay miraculously clean, probably from the lack of my being in them so much!
I'm really happy that I decided to do this for myself. I look forward to going everyday (at least so far, knock on wood!),
and I'm making friends there to keep me motivated about going. Now if only Mom would stop buying delciously tempting
foods! But I just think about how much time on the bike and it's not a problem. Well, last night I went to karaoke
with the family and Amber. I also met some customers of my parents' business. They were nice people, but the mother
got sick and had to go home early. And somebody, actually another customer of my parents, started making jokes to his
wife about Amber and her weight problem. I tell ya, it was all I could do to not tell this drunk bastard off.
If only everybody in the whole world could be as fucking perfect as he is! Unfortunately, he spends a ton of money at
my parents' place so I was forced to grit my teeth and resist punching is big ugly face. But other than that, I guess
I had an alright time. It was smokier than hell in there because they kept the door closed due to the cold. And
then today, we had the talent show. Of course I brought down the joint (to be modest!) and even got some old ladies
to tell me how they wanted to be my groupies. Ha ha, it was a lot of fun and now I'm a big star in Orleans, Vermont.
Woo hoo... So goes my saga, but I can't complain. Things are great!
October 19, 2004
After my workout tonight, I went to the hospital to get weighed. I know I shouldn't have, but I was desperate to
know how much I weigh. Besides, tonight was one week since I joined. Well, I lost another pound, making it
two pounds in a week. I feel good and I also finished reading the book, Blindness, by Jose Saramago. I strongly
recommend it. Great read. So things are just tip top! And I'm getting hotter by the minute. Ha!