Best. Weekend. Ever.

We made it the whole weekend without even a minor annoyance with one another. To be fair, I can only speak for myownself. ChaCha did kick me out Sunday afternoon, which I get. We were both pretty exhausted from the traveling and the gorging and the drinking and and and. So decompression was needed on both sides.

Friday night was probably my favorite part. We went to Wally World and bought Tupperware chairs for her barren patio. Wal-Mart to me is a lot like Dennys. You can get what you need for a reasonable price, and you always feel better about yourself after leaving. It's sort of like watching Jerry Springer. No matter how bad a life you have, you're not one of those people. If you are the sort of person to get dressed up for Dennys or Wal-Mart, you are one of those people, and you really should set your standards higher. Anyway, we just bought chairs and olives yet still spent about 45 min running up and down the aisles, especially when we were around the toy section. Two people with ADD trying to walk by shiny things. Not pretty.

Once we got back we set up the chairs, made martinis and talked. And talked. And talked some more. Oh, yeah, we stopped to talk.

I LOVE our conversations.

The next morning after coffee and smooching we headed out to Fredericksburg for some shopping and beer. Well, a couple of beers. We weren't really in a drinking mood, after all the sloshiness from the prior evening. Surprisingly, we only stayed a couple of hours. But we did do a lot of window shopping and more talking. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed walking hand in hand with that gorgeous lady.

PLUS...

she got a pirate hat. Let me say that again. SHE GOT A PIRATE HAT. And wore it the rest of the day. In public. Voluntarily. How awesome is that?

We headed back and stopped off in Johnson City at this dive that claimed "The World's Best Chicken-Fried Steak" ("Over 3 Dozen Served" I shit you not. That was on the building).

It wasn't. Pretty decent, but not the best.

After getting back to her place, we sat down and watched about 5 hours of Coupling, one of my all-time favorite shows. If you want to check it out, in the Amazon search below type "BBC Coupling" for the DVDs. TOTALLY worth it. British comedy at its finest.

More beer, more snuggling.

Yesterday morning, after more of the smooching she made coffee and I made breakfast. Loads of bacony goodness. More Coupling, more smooching. There was a slight hiccup when ChaCha found out that Roger Clemens signed for a year contract with the Yanks, but that wasn't enough to ruin our weekend. More beer. More talking. Then she kicked me out.

Best.

Weekend.

Ever.


P.S. ChaCha....


You know.

YAY Mini-Vaca

ChaCha got the weekend off. I know, I was shocked too.

So we're basically playing it by ear, but at least we can see if we aren't beating each other after 2 1/2 days together. This will be the longest stretch together so far.

But, we have plenty of alcohol just in case.


I'll let you know.

My busy season has begun

Hi all!

Work has been incredibly busy, and I haven't been able this past week to slack off and write.

I think I may have finally realized that the largest opponent in our lives isn't negativity, or failure, or even bad luck.

It's getting caught up in other things, getting distracted. Kinda easy for someone as ADD as myself. As Lennon said, "Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans." I've neglected so much of my life in the past week, all for the sake of work.

Thinking of it now, I realize how stupid that is.

What's more important than spending time on my goals, or with ChaCha, or with my readers? Certainly not work. Of course there's a certain responsibility that goes with life. But at what cost?

I learned something today. This is my own Dragon, and it must be slain. Each day I will do something, regardless of how small that enhances my life and those around me.

A job is unimportant. The quality of life is not.

As long as you're waiting (New posts coming today. PROMISE!)

Here are a few puzzles to keep you busy:


Find the next in the following sequences:

O, T, T, F, F, S, S, E, ...??

(for ChaCha) 3, 9, 27, 81, ...??

4, 4, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, ...??

1, 4, 27, 256 ...??

Stay with me...

I know it's been 3 days, and I have a lot of posts to finish (6 in drafts alone).

Sorry for the delay, and keep checking back for more ramblings...




Live with Passion!

-B

Coffee Goddess (Shameless Plug)

Yet another reason why ChaCha is so incredible. She has her own blend of coffee.

If you're a coffee snob like we are, then get the Yin & Yang blend at Chaos Roasters.

It's Caffeiney Goodness, sprinkled with awesomeness. Porn in a cup.

If you ever use non-dairy creamer in this coffee, let me know where you live so I can come stab you in the face.

The Goatee Saga (Part 2)

I have now officially entered the organization that includes such members as Sigmund Freud, Maynard G. Krebs, uh... Jack Sparrow, Lenin and...er... Lenin. Ok, even with as popular as the 'tee is now, I can't think of too many. Regardless, it has now bridged that gap between "homeboy needs a shave" and "growing that out on purpose."I couldn't tell you for certain at what point it crossed that line.

So it's official. I have facial hair. I'm THAT guy.

It's funny how I've already become a little defensive about it. It has a bit of gray in it, and there's a small bare patch under my chin on the left-hand side that I can come up with all sorts of stories for (none of them true).

But it does look pretty good on me, IMHO. A bit scraggly, but getting close to the point where I can use a trimmer. I guess that would be the final turning point to "Goatee Guy." Buying products to maintain. I'll pick one up tonight.

Perhaps that's another reason I never got this far before. I'm lazy. It's easier to shave than shape & trim. It's a good thing I didn't apply the same logic to my hair, or else I'd have been bald long ago.

Pics soon to follow.



P.S. ChaCha likes it, so it stays.

mmmm... bacon

Awkward Situation # 216893

I work with a bunch of men, mostly middle-aged to dead. Needless to say, there are quite a few aromas emanating around the office.

Ok, I'll be blunt. I had to take a crap. Upon entering the bathroom, I almost got knocked down by the smell of someone already in there "using the facilities." Right away I knew it was our president. Little guy, pretty nice. I wouldn't say he's old, but his diploma's on tree bark.

As I was saying, the air in the bathroom was thick. Anyone that's ever smelled a bathroom after an old guy's used it knows the smell I'm talking about. I'm talking about eyes-burning, paint-peeling, whatthehelldiedinhere smell. Word of advice to anyone that might meet my Dad: Go before he does, or hold it.

Anyway, I took a deep breath and proceeded to do my business and get in/out of there as quickly as my bowels would let me. Corpsy McDougal left shortly after I started. So I got done in record time. Still holding my breath, I bolted for the door, opened it up, and came face to face with...

the two guys in the office I actually get along with.

Then it occurred to me. Well, the look on their face as the door opened was obvious. It smelled like three-week-old mustard omelet in there, and I'm the only one in there. As I left, they entered, and as the door closed I heard them bust out into laughter behind me.

Gawd, it'll take me a while to get over this one.

-Tenacious "Swampass" B

Slaying Dragons

I've been inspired today.

There are so many demons in our lives that we ignore, we try to avoid out of fear. When I see someone stand up and take charge it makes me aware (again) that we have control over our Universe.

The Dragons will not go away without a fight. We must stand up and face them. Only then will they be gone for good, and peace will settle across the land.

There will always be adversaries. There will always be those that try to seize power. What I was reminded of today was that we CAN fight for what we believe in. Each of us are in control over our own universe.

I forget that sometimes.



I'm proud of you.