Monthly Archives: February 2011

Stuff.

That was a lame post title, I know.

I don’t really have anything to blog about, but I do have a few updates I wanted to note:
– My sister had another kid this last week, her third. But her first son. So I’m an uncle, again.
– Our “busy season” is getting under way at the tattoo studio. Tax refunds and bonus time bring in big tattoos.
– I started going to the gym. I have no idea what I’m doing, and I’m just using a treadmill.
– Three weeks until the Husbear and I are back in Dallas, visiting for TBRU. I’ll need a tranquilizer. Or alcohol. Or both.

And because I mentally have nothing, yet again, I present you with a little (more) insight into me:

When showering, do you start the water and then get in, or get in then start the water?
I start the water, let it warm up, then get in. Mostly because we have a cast iron claw-foot bathtub that seems to be so damn cold.

Do you read the labels on your shampoo bottle?
No. The last time I did, I used the whole bottle in one washing: “Rinse, Lather, Repeat”.

Do you moan in the shower like the people on the Herbal Essences commercial?
Only when I’m having a heart attack.

Have you ever showered with someone of the opposite sex?
Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever been forced to shower with one of your siblings?
Yes, when we were kids.

Have you ever brushed your teeth in the shower?
Just a few times. I usually brush my teeth at the sink.

Have you ever dropped your soap on your foot?
No. I always seem to miss.

How old do you look?
I have no idea. You tell me.

How old do you act?
Probably older than I should, except for the silly voices I tend to make and the cartoons I like to watch.

What’s the last song you sang?
Talk Talk’s “It’s My Life”. It shuffled up on my iPhone while I was at the gym at I was singing under my breath. Hopefully.

Have you recently become a member of anything?
The gym. I blame the Husbear. We’re hoping it increases my testosterone levels.

What are your plans for the weekend?
I’ll be attempting to finish up another section of the Husbear’s tattoo on Sunday. I’m not sure what else is on the list for me to do yet.

Do you kiss with your eyes open or closed?
Both ways. And sometimes half-and-half.

Whats the sexiest thing about Condoleeza Rice?
Umm…..

Does anything on your body itch right now?
Funny you ask. Yes. The tattoo I gave myself Monday is starting to itch a little.

Who’s the sexiest famous woman alive?
I’m partial to Gwen Renée Stefani, from her early days with No Doubt all the way up to now.

Who’s the sexiest famous man alive?
I’d say Bruce Willis, for one.

Does every family have a crazy uncle?
I think I actually qualify as the “crazy uncle” now. Or at least the gay one.

Have you ever smuggled something into America?
I’ve never left the country, so… no.

Does playing the guitar make a girl/guy more attractive?
No. It just means they’re good with their fingers.

Do you live in a city with a good sports team?
Google “Pea Ridge sports” and see for yourself. Nada.

Have you ever finished off the popcorn and eaten the junk from the bottom of the bag?
Define “junk”? If you mean scrape the salt/butter mix out and eat that, then yes.

Have you ever had sex in a tent?
Just with myself. How did I ever make it all the way through Boy Scouts and have that happen?

What about in a boat?
Nope.

Have you ever dated a Goth?
As in a Visigoth? No. 😉

Can you fix your own car?
Parts of them.

Should guys wear pink?
If it suits their complexion.

Stolen from Monkey Dragging.

Until next time...
Erik

I Don’t Feel Like Dancing… Kind of.

My mind is a blank. It was a long week at the tattoo studio. I’m home. The Husbear is out at the club. So I’m having a rare quiet “me” time.

With vodka. Which isn’t rare.

And the Internet. Also not rare.

I stumbled about this cover of the Scissor Sisters’ “I Don’t Feel Like Dancing” by Hayseed Dixie on YouTube just a bit ago, and I’ve been LOLing ever since.

The “ba-oom papa oom papa oom papa mow mow” from “Elvira” really made me giggle.

In case you don’t know what it sounds like, here’s the original song by the Scissor Sisters:

And yes, I’m Team Babydaddy.

Until next time...
Erik

It’s *that* Day.

Yesterday the Husbear and I went out to dinner. This is what we saw in a tree in the parking lot.

I thought it was a somewhat fitting image for Valentine’s Day. Not sure why, but I just did.

To me it’s just another day. I don’t do anything different for my Husbear than I do on any other day of the year. We start the day with a kiss, and end it with a kiss.

Happy Valentine’s Day to you, my Husbear. It’s hard to believe we’ve spent 14 Valentine’s Days together. It doesn’t seem like it’s been that long at all.

And Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you who read my ramblings. I know some of you have a serious dislike for today. For you, I offer you a hug from me. And for everyone else, a hug as well!

Until next time...
Erik