Post 1520 - Where Did The Day Go?

Newbie is needing the blankets next to me and purring seductively.  He wants to turn in.  So do I, actually, as it is nearly 11pm.   But, I must write today's Bevboy's Blog post.  My fans demand it.

I transcribed another 4 audio files in the Cub Carson interview this evening.  If my memory is working for a change, I only have 4 audio files left.  One of them is 14 minutes long, so that will take a couple of hours right there to go through.

This evening I had the distinct pleasure of shoveling my driveway after getting home from work.  I think I can now get in and out of my driveway without ramming my car through a snow drift and hoping for the best the next morning when I try to leave again.

That reminds me of a funny story, from my university days.  A buddy of mine had a girlfriend.  Lucky bastard.  He also had a car, but it gave him more headaches than his girlfriend did.  It had a manual transmission, something to this day I have never learned to drive, by the way.  His gf was quite girly.  She liked to wear dresses and make up and the nails and just announce to the world, "Hey, I'm a girl.  Get used to it."  One of those really effeminate women who didn't have a masculine bone in their bodies.  Well, they did, sometimes.  Ha ha.  You know what I mean.

But I digress.

Allan had trouble with his car sometimes.  In order to get the car going, he would have to engage the clutch and have the car in motion while doing so.  He would make his girlfriend get out of the car and push it until there was enough momentum for the car to run on its own.  I'll never forget this girly girl, in heels and a dress, pushing his little car for all she was worth, while Allan was behind the wheel trying to get his car going.   They eventually broke up, but I will never forget the sight of her pushing his car like that.  One of those, "I'll-take-this-to-my-grave" memories.

Tomorrow is my Friday.  I'm taking Thursday and Friday off this week.  But, fear not, effendi.  I will continue to write blog posts every day.  It's the least I can do, after all you have done for me.

Bevboy