I’m at the drive-thru at Sonic in my small town, at the “place your order here” sign. I place my order of “2 cherry vanilla diet cokes, both with easy ice”.

I must order the same thing way too much, as the cashier says without even seeing my face, “When did you get a truck? I’m always used to seeing you in the little red car.” (The little red car being the “Husbear’s” Toyota Prius.)

Me: “I’ve had the truck for a long time, I just usually get stuck with the car.”

Her: “You look more like a truck person anyway. The red car must be your wife’s.”

I start laughing.

The Husbear installing a wall sconce at the salon.

The Husbear makes me giggle. Daily. For 4,571 days now.

That’s one reason why I love him.

This meme lifted from Melodramatic Diary of a Cynic.

Don’t judge me. I share a music library with the Husbear. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

iTunes Meme

How many total songs?
24,247 items in my library. That’s 68.9 days, and 124.24 GB of music.

Sort by song title – first and last…
First: “The A-Team Theme”, from the Napoleon Dynamite Original Soundtrack
Last: “?”, from the OutKast album Stankonia

Sort by time – shortest and longest…
Shortest: 0:04, “Fingertips – Who’s Knocking On the Wall?” from the Apollo 18 album by They Might Be Giants
(There were actually 8 songs that all came in at 0:04.)
Longest: 1:18:14, “70s Super Disco Mix #1″ by DJ Dan

Sort by Album – first and last…
First: A-1-A by Jimmy Buffett
Last: 99 Luftballons by Nena

Sort by Artist – first and last…
First: A’me Lorain
Last: 98 Degrees

Top five played songs…
At 165, “Comin’ To Your City” by Big & Rich
At 150, “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)” by Big & Rich
At 148, “Blow My Mind” by Big & Rich
At 144, “Hear My Name [ft. Spalding Rockwell] [Radio Edit]” by Armand Van Helden
At 135, “Love Train” bu Big & Rich

Find the following words. How many songs show up?
Sex: 155 items
Death: 76 items
Love: 1300 items
You: 2673 items
Home: 204 items
Boy: 603 items
Girl: 434 items

First five songs that come up on Party Shuffle…
“Rock Is Dead”, Marilyn Manson
“Take A Picture”, Filter
“One Particualar Harbour”, Jimmy Buffett
“Stutter”, Elastica
“All Apologies [Live]“, Nirvana

Griz and the Husbear.

Our oldest dog, Griz, died sometime last night, October 12, 2009.

Griz was laying there when we found him this morning like he was asleep. Which I guess is the way we wish we could all go when it’s our time to begin the next stage of the circle of life.

As of late we could see that Griz was getting on in years. He used to go for walks with the Husbear down our country road. Over time, he wouldn’t walk as far and would wait for the Husbear to come back. Eventually he would just hang out at the end of the driveway and wait for the Husbear.

For the last week or so we knew his time left with us was short. He wouldn’t eat much. He’d just sleep, or lay around and watch us. We’d go sit with him, pet him, and talk with him when we could.

I have to confess that a few nights ago I sat with him and cried for a while because I knew he wouldn’t be with us much longer.

We went to the shelter looking for a puppy on February 02, 2004. There were quite a few puppies to be had, but there was one large adult dog who looked very… sad. I helped talk the Husbear into adopting him. I told him that people would adopt puppies, but no one would probably adopt an adult dog. So we rescued him from the shelter.

We found out during the adoption process that he was scheduled to be put to sleep that week if no one adopted him because he had been there several months already.

The vet thought he was about six years old when we rescued him. That would put Griz around 12 years old or so when he died. We feel proud to have given him both a second chance and hopefully a great life.

Griz wanting his belly rubbed.

Griz,
You were a great dog. You will be missed.
Love,
Your daddies.

The Husbear and I made it back from Southern Decadence in New Orleans after being there for a week.

Working on uploading pictures now. And laundry. And taking care of the Husbear who is now ill.

In the meantime, here’s a shot of the Husbear… with clothes on. A rare sight indeed in New Orleans.