First, I went to the auto parts store and the guy offered to change my points for me. As he was doing it, this stud in a huge black truck came up and he had a gorgeous goatee. He helped the guy gap the points and we talked about cars. He had a nice dog, too!

Then I went to meet the guy who will be pulling my engine and painting it, and he had a goatee. And, out comes his worker who has a goatee, too. THEN they bring me to their garage to show me his 1972 SS, 1970 Nova, and other cars he’s working on including a 1966 GTO, 1968 Road Runner, and a few other cars. I was in heaven, let me tell you. THEN he says he has another storage area with GM parts — a 3,200 sq. foot “barn” with nothing but original parts. Shelf after shelf of original boxes of stuff for my car, but I really don’t need to replace much, since this car is in awesome shape.

Yesterday I went to see the electrical guy since the wiring on my car was in sad shape I thought. HE had a sexy goatee, too!!! He said it’s all original wiring and really in great shape. He did replace 2 wires (I’d already replaced my frayed coil wire), hooked up the heater/defroster (don’t ask why the moron previous owner disconnected it, I haven’t a clue) and fixed my other issue it seems. All I can say is WOW. This car does nothing but attract guys with goatees!!! Should have seen the guy with the George Michael look at another auto parts store yesterday when I went in with the kid. He BEGGED me to drive car, then mentions that his father has a Camaro and he’s not allowed to drive it since he wrapped his friend’s Iroq around a tree. Meanwhile, begging to drive mine?? LOL I don’t think so!!!!!!!!

Was about to go to bed and then the Red Sox scored 5 runs so now I’m glued to the television.

Nick is such a chicken shit piece of crap. There, I said it. Ignores me for 2 weeks, then apparently he accidentally messaged me with “hi” on AIM. I came back to that computer, saw the message, wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but instead said, “uhm hi” and the second I sent it, he logged off– he must have realized he messaged me and ran like a little girl when I responded. He’s not a real man and now I see why he can’t find anyone to love him. He’s a game player for sure.

Another guy who was interested in me disappeared but hadn’t been on line in a month, but today I noticed he had logged in, yet didn’t message me. It’s ok, I found his profile on a LOT of dating sites recently and now realize he’s definitely not what I’m looking for, particularly since (a) he’s not into cars, (b) he has a very young child and (c) lives over an hour from me.

Uploaded more pics of the car this morning, since I document every little thing. Shoot, I replaced 4 screws in my grillwork yesterday and took pictures!!

Saw an interesting series of posts on a forum where virtually everyone there claims NO man is attracted to overweight women and NO man would ever want a woman with hairy legs, full bush, hairy pits or a mustache. Wow, how wrong they are

Sounds like the name of a book, doesn’t it? But, it’s how I feel. 3 of the last 5 men I’ve met from online have said I wasn’t fat. 1 didn’t make a comment on my weight (just the hair, repeatedly, making me feel like shit) and the other said I was bigger than the type he usually likes (gee, thanks).

But, I AM fat, and if you say I’m not upon meeting me, then you’ll never see me naked. Naked, I’m very fat, clothed I get away with being just fat. So, you’ll be extremely disappointed and probably turned off once you see me naked.

I hate when people try to change my perception of myself. I am what I am, and I admit what I am without fancying it up with special words — “pleasantly plump, more cushion for the pushin’, more to love” — and I say I’m a fat chick. Sometimes I say I’m a SSBBW because BBW lately have come to mean 30 lbs. overweight or something.

Do I like being this big? Hell no. So, why don’t I do something about it? Tell you what, get rid of my PCOS and then we can talk. I don’t like hearing how easy it is to lose weight, cut back carbs, exercise more, blah blah blah. If I cut back on carbs, my sugar goes out of control as my body thinks something is wrong and produces more insulin. If I exercise more, I get bad leg cramps. If I don’t eat enough, my sugar goes out of control, see reasons above.

Last night I actually slept, first time I slept past 3 am all week. That little pill works wonders. I’ll nap later, though, as I still feel like I need more sleep.

Heard from Jamie and he says he wants to meet, so that’s a good thing. Bruno (the 23-year old) also hinted he wanted to meet, but keeps saying how much I turn him on. Wait until he sees me in person!! He’ll never think of me and be turned on again

The hot cop is still around and I’ll probably talk to him on the phone this weekend. He definitely turns me on but I’m so far out of his league it isn’t funny.

Went to a local car show last night and met up with Chip, though I didn’t stay very late. It was really chilly on the ocean with 20-30 MPH winds, then all of a sudden it got REALLY humid, the kind that makes your hair curl, your scalp crawl and your clothes feel gummy on you. Most of the cars were from the 20’s to 50’s with just a couple of 60’s cars. The only muscle-type car was a Mustang California Special and not a single Firebird.

Tons of websites to update this weekend and will post once they’re updated.

Hairy Space is finally launched officially. People can now comment on blogs, edit their blogs and all photos are the correct size, plus I put in some security things so I can block people from viewing things I don’t want them to see! Have a new ad campaign running and will really begin to push it next week. So far a few couples have met from the site which makes me feel great.

Made a few new friends on one dating site this week. Most are into classic cars and one is into hairy women as well as BBWs, and you know how much I love guys who are into both. I’ll be meeting him at the end of the month for at least coffee.

Heard from the moron I met this week but only “hi” type messages as I haven’t been around to respond to him. I wish people would understand that I can’t sit on an instant messenger during the day to chit chat. I work at home but I W O R K … people don’t seem to understand that.

Doing a lot of soul searching this week and over the past few weeks actually which may explain my inability to sleep as much as I’d like to. Lots on my mind, lots of decisions to make.

Lydia forced me to email Bill today so we’ll see if he responds.

Had my laser appointment last night but an hour before they cancelled — again. I was pissed off as I had been having a great phone conversation I had to cut short to finish up some work and grab some fruit for dinner before my appt, but then the phone rang and I just knew. This is probably the 5th time they’ve cancelled at the last minute.

Meeting Chip for coffee next week but only as friends, we’ve been friends for a while now from a website and he lives pretty close to me. Matt hasn’t been emailing me so I think he’s a lost cause. Talked to John and there was no connection there at all as he was a little too immature for me and too full of himself. Hopefully Bill will email … I sound pathetic.

Any plans for this weekend? Tomorrow I go check out that 1963 Ford Falcon but otherwise, it’s just working on that damned website. I’m probably 40% done but if things go well it will be done within a week.

Oh well, off to research steering boxes on A-bodies before I shower!

Have had a vicious storm most of the day with high winds, gusting to about 45 mph. My lights flickered just once so far. I’m warm but my feet are like popsicles, but it’s this way every night. I have a radiator about 2 feet from my toes but it is still cold though the radiator is red hot.

No word from the court yet. I had hoped to hear by today but maybe Monday.

Working on a series of new websites — don’t shoot me! First, I’m putting up a BBW dating site, but once it’s up there is no work maintaining it, just putting up links to advertise it. It has some supplemental sites with it. Doing the same with some dining sites as well as a dating network. Once the dining sites are up there is no maintenance. If I do put up new sites — and I am going to try to do no more for a while — they will be the type I don’t have to maintain and update all the time.

Wanted to watch a movie today but took a little nap for less than an hour, and worked the rest of the day. I did watch the last hour of Fat Like Me and cried my eyes out as it was such a sad commentary on the way fat people are treated.

2 nights ago I dropped a bottle of jelly on my foot and thought I broke a toe. I could not move my toes for a while, and put ice on it for a long time. I got dressed — while ice was on my foot — and was ready to drive to the ER but then decided to try to wiggle my toes and I could. There is a big bruise at the base of my middle toe, but I didn’t break it. The last thing I need now is to be on crutches!

Dad is going to probaby have surgery next month, a hip replacement for his other hip, though they strongly advise against it due to his health. But, he can hardly walk now he’s in so much pain. He’ll go into a home for about a month afterwards, and then may not go home. If I get my way my folks will move to an assisted care facility.

There is a show on TV right now called “To Be Fat Like Me” and it’s too painful to watch; I had to shut if off. It’s about this blonde, skinny girl who can’t understand that fat people are treated differently, and claims it’s all in their imagination. So, she decides to go undercover and put on a fat suit to see what life is like. She goes to school and people moo at her, make fun of her, stare, laugh and treat her, well, like fat people are treated.

Why don’t they listen to US when we say we’re treated differently??? Why do they have to put on a TV show to prove our point? Did they think we lied?

I can remember every hurtful thing said to me back 35+ years and it hurts as much today as it did then. I see people staring at me, but now I stare right back. I may be fat but I have every right to be here. If they don’t like it, tough shit. But, it’s easy to have that attitude and pretend it doesn’t hurt, when it does.

Hold me back. WHY do men think that being a fat woman is the worst thing in the world??? When they make fun of a woman, FAT is always the word they use. WHY?? Don’t fat people deserve love, too?

I have this website, a military chat board, and I no longer post, I haven’t in months, because the people are so damned judgmental it’s disgusting. They all have sticks up their asses and anyone with a difference of opinion is attacked and repeatedly called names. Yes, the board is made up of grown-ups but you’d never know it to watch them name calling. It’s so bad that people who view the board ask me why so and so is such an asshole.

Yesterday a woman made a post no one liked, so of course they had to make fun of her and call her names, and post pictures of a very very large woman and saying it was her. WHY????? Granted, the woman has some pretty strong opinions, but isn’t this a free country? Shouldn’t she be allowed to say what she feels without people posting pics of larger women, pics and cows??