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I'm done. Well almost. Pretty much EVERYTHING went into storage today except the curio cabinet and TV. There just wasn't enough room left in the moving truck, my blazer, my sister's mini-van, and Mixer Man's truck. Later this week when I go over to clean, I will haul those last items over.
FYI, Mixer Man is the new name I've given to my friend John P. Yeah. Haven't blogged about him before or at least I don't think so. He and I have been friends for about 3 years. Yes, that is friends as in not really dating. Not really doing much of anything. But he tends to be around when I need him. Like when I need to move, when I need to play hookey from work for an hour or two and he happens to have the day off, when I need to go buy a gun, or when I absolutely NEED to go fishing. Yeah, he is good for those things. He is one of those been married, bought the t-shirt, don't really want to go there again type of guys. But oh well. Friends are always nice to have.
I think I have a thing for bald guys. Not the "Nature made me bald and I am fighting it so I'll just comb over or neatly style the remaining hair I have left" bald but the "Nature took some of my hair so let's shave the rest off " and the "I'd rather bic than style" bald. Those last two show a level of confidence I find highly attractive. Mixer Man is in that category and my other John - John B. - or Tri Guy is as well.
Tri-Guy and I have been friends for about 12 years. I spent too many of those years thinking maybe he would think I was the right girl for him. Now I know better and am really okay with it. He bought the same t-shirt as Mixer Man, and is a confirmed bachelor. No messy relationships to mess up his single, free-wheelin' mojo. When our friendship first started, we were working together, so dating was a real no-no. Since then, he has moved all over the continent and back. He is a triathlete hence the name Tri-Guy. Mixer Man runs a cement mixer. See how creative I am.
Perhaps I should end this cycle of bald men named John. It hasn't really worked thus far. But again, having friends is nice. Tri-guy is always good for dinner if he happens to be in town and our schedules mesh, which is usually about twice a year. This pattern is so consistent, we have begun to call them our bi-annual meetings. Mixer Man is around a lot more and is good for manual labor and outdoor activities. I figure I probably won't have a long term relationship until after my son graduates high school, so friends are better anyway.
This post has kind of gotten away from me. I am sure it is a direct result of how exhausted I am this evening. Hope all of you have a great week.