Hot Crossed Wires

It was pointed out to me after the “UnderBear Party” this past weekend by the husbear and a friend of ours that I have an unusual knack for attracting other bottoms. There have been many times at various events that I’ve been talking to some potential “play thing” only for it to end up that we were both on the same side of the “poking” fence.

Bear Bottoms Welcome

Add this to my being tragically attracted to very, very, very hetero guys and it is a wonder I ever found anyone to hook up with, let alone a partner.

I’m assuming the directions were in the handbook that I never received when I signed up?

Just thought I’d share… again.

Until next time...
Erik

Meme-me?

I’ve been tagged by Mike Says for this get to know you meme. As usual there are rules and they are:

1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

1. What was I doing 10 years ago?
Working as a support technician for the Great Retail Empire;
Getting used to living with a special someone;
Starting to put that special someone through cosmetology school;
Figuring out what to do with the rest of my life.

2. What are 5 things on my to-do list for today (not in any particular order):
1. Cover the Japanese maple and other flowering plants in an effort to help stop them from freezing tonight when the weather drops below freezing;
2. Go to Radio Shack and pick up an RCA-to-3.5mm adapter;
3. Drive safely to Little Rock for an “UnderBear Party” tonight;
4. Visit with friends from all over the state that I don’t get to see that often at said “UnderBear Party” tonight;
5. Attempt to not drink so much alcohol at said “UnderBear Party“.

3. Snacks I enjoy:
I’ve been attempting to cut back my “snack” intake these days. But I would have to say:
Butterfinger candy bars. Not sure why. There’s something about them that tastes good and fills that snack void.

4. Things I would do if I were a billionaire:
Not let my family or anyone else know I am… somehow;
Anonymous donations to causes I care about;
Anonymous donations to people I care about;
Buy up all the land around me to stop it from being developed;
Anonymous donations to random passers-by;
Travel to random locations with the husbear;
Spend a little on myself.

5. Three of my bad habits:
1. Not being able to take a compliment;
2. Taking some of my outside-the-home frustrations out on the husbear;
3. Leaving things unfinished, as in: “Ooh… shiny…”

6. 5 places I have lived: (in no order whatsoever…)
Actually, these are in order…
1. Apopka, FL (18 years)
2. Searcy, AR (5 years)
3. Fayetteville, AR (1 year)
4. Rogers, AR (4 years)
5. Pea Ridge, AR (6 years)

7. 5 jobs I have had:
1. Tattoo Artist;
2. Various positions for the Great Retail Empire (currently an IT Systems Engineer; have been: IT Systems Administrator, Help Desk technician, Field Support technician, Accounting Office associate, Cashier);
3. Massage Therapist;
4. Business Owner with the husbear (a tanning & hair salon in one city; and now a hair salon & a tattoo studio);
5. Server/Waiter.
Bonus: Boy Scout Camp Counselor.

8. 5 bloggers that I wanna know more about:
I dislike this question. The reason I subscribe to the blogs I do is because it’s a peak into the personality of the blogger that I want to know. But in light of the nature of these meme’s, here they are.
1. Homer;
2. Alexander;
3. Brett;
4. Mark;
5. Keith

Bonus: Mike is on the list too, since he started this…

And I’m taking this directly from Mike:

However, I’m breaking the rules here. I tagged, which I normally don’t do – but I’m not going to their site to add a non-sequitur comment letting them know.

They should feel free to NOT do this Meme. By the same token, if you aren’t mentioned, you are free TO do it.

Until next time...
Erik

Bad combination

Bad combination: The iPod randomly shuffling to Gustav Holst’s “Mars, The Bringer of War” and being stuck behind a farm tractor on the highway during morning rush hour traffic.

In case you don’t know what the musical piece sounds like, here it is.

And yes, we have rush hour traffic here in Northwest Arkansas. Apparently children are too good these days to ride the buses, so the parents clog the roads all taking their spoiled brats to school at the same time we are all trying to get to work.

And then for whatever reason, some farm tractor driver decides he just has to get from one town to another on his tractor… at 10 miles per hour!

Until next time...
Erik

A better day than the day before

Today, started out painful. Literally. I woke up extremely sore from yesterday’s deconstruction of the tool shed. So I…

Tumble outta bed
And I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawn and stretch
And try to come to life
Jump in the shower
And the blood starts pumpin’
Out on the street
The traffic starts jumpin’
The folks like me on the job from 9 to 5

I wish I just worked 9 to 5. Anyway, sorry for that moment of being sidetracked—that happens when I’m really, really tired.

I left the day job today at 12:30 to meet the husbear to going car “shopping”. We need to replace the Pontiac Grand Prix that has seen way, way better days (i.e., having the entire front-end replaced after I hit an ice patch and slid into a giant oak tree three months after we bought it; extreme hail damage during a tornado that actually caused enough damage to be totaled out; the husbear swerving to “miss a deer” and destroying the right side of the car after sliding down an embankment).

The husbear has been looking at vehicles for the last few months (going car “browsing” with his lesbian) and he pretty much decided he wanted a Toyota Prius due to good reputation over the last decade and great fuel economy as a hybrid. We headed down to the local Toyota dealership, and there it was on the showroom floor… the car my husbear wanted.

the husbear's new car... 'Lucy'
the husbear’s new car… “Lucy”

That had to be the best car purchasing experience I have ever been a part of. Ever. It didn’t hurt at all!

Now the husbear is giddy to be in his new car. He has named his Prius —”Lucy”. One big, homosexual guess as to why…

the husbear in his new car
the husbear in his new car

Oh, and my new glasses came in today…

My new glasses
My new glasses

What do you think? Do they make me look older? Should I really have been left unattended to pick out my own fashion?

Until next time...
Erik

When things go not as expected…

Today I had one goal: to clean up the shed that sits next to the house. It’s more-or-less the tool shed/garden shed/storage shed. During the winter months it tends to get a little neglected and things pile up in it since I don’t like to be out in the cold.

So I start cleaning at around 11 this morning. I’m pulling things out of the shed and stacking them outside in nice, organized piles. I’m even disposing of items that “need to go”, and sorting out the remainder. During the cleaning, I move a shelving unit and what do I find? A HUGE pile of termites and pulpated wood. Crap! Not good. Especially when you live in a 116 year old home made of—you guessed it—WOOD!

termites and pulpated wood
termites and pulpated wood

After showing my findings to the husbear—who has been working in yard landscaping—we investigate more and find the floor supports have been eaten and some of the lower walls were showing signs of damage.

the husbear and the now removed floor and wall
the husbear and the now removed floor and wall

After discussing our options, we decide to raze the shed instead of having it treated and replacing the damaged wood. I guess this pushes ahead the plan on replacing the shed. The new, replacement shed was on next fiscal year’s “to do list”.

Razing the shed complicates things. Now I really have to go through everything, disposing of all sorts of things I collected over time (which was a problem anyway). We took what didn’t get disposed of up to the peafowl shed for temporary storage.

stuff piled up everywhere
stuff piled up everywhere

We knocked down the shed today, and the husbear will start cutting it up tomorrow on his day off and take the remnants up to the wood pile for burning. We want to get it away from the house as soon as possible to avoid any termite contamination. I guess we’ll also have the termite company come out and inspect the house again just to make sure.

the husbear looking studly on his deconstruction
the husbear looking studly on his deconstruction

What a day. All I wanted to do was clean up the shed. I guess this was one extreme way to do it.

me and the husbear after a full day of deconstruction
me and the husbear after a full day of deconstruction

All that, and I still somehow managed a smile.

Until next time...
Erik