Ghost Story part 3

We have come to accept that we live in a house with something or someone else. We have learned that things tend to happen in June & November. Last November I got to see our ghost for the first time.

It was a Sunday morning and I was lounging in bed watching TV. On the one side of the bedroom is a closet the length of the wall and the doors are all mirrored. It makes it nice, you can turn and watch TV on one side or another. When you are looking in the mirrored doors you also catch a glimpse into the guest bathroom. I was just laying there minding my own business when I saw in the bathroom mirror what I took to be the other half standing then bending down in the reflection. I said hey, what are you doing to the black reflection... no answer. I called out very loudly HEY, what are you up to? Then from the other end of the house Mr. G. yelled back... the other end of the house??? Then he walked down the hall, he was wearing a white T-shirt. What I had seen was almost black.

That was last November. Tomorrow is the first of November, we can only wonder what this next month might bring...

The Burn Day (at last)

Normally I would have posted last night but this Kevbear was way too tired and sore, so that by the time we finished burgers we were ready for bed...

I started the morning off right for a Sunday burn day brunch with the breakfast of champions!

The before... getting ready... After some discussion we decided the pile was too big and we drug a bunch of branches off the pile.

Burn,baby, burn...

Junipers can fight back...

The after... no brush pile and all the junipers limbed up to give the fruit trees room to spread out. Eventually the junipers will all go the new orchard area is now 90' by 100'!

Pre-dinner relaxing after we hit the showers.

While we were burningthe brush, the sheets were in the wash so when we were done it was fluff the feather bed and get ready for some great sleepkins. Of course I was so tired I slept like shit...

And now I can get the burn clothes out of the washer and out on the clothes line. Yes, the weather is still good enough that we can get away without the dryer... And then I will drag my sore carcass down to the new improved orchard area and finish laying out the fruit trees!

Fire Day!

Today we are going to burn the big ol' dead trees that are in the middle of the future orchard! This is very exciting to me as I have wanted to do this even when our bureaucracy would not let me because of some stupid rule, like I would do some southern Cali fire thing! I would only do it for the hot firemen would show up...
So for right now I will finish my coffee, then make the final decision (Bloody Mary's or Cosmos) on breakfast with muffins and get going. I promise to add pics later... especially if any hot firemen show up!

Ghost Story part 2

Time went on, we adjusted. A summer came and went and we started repairing the outside of the house, it took 7 coats of paint on the west side… Every once in awhile something would turn up missing. You would put something down, go do something else and go back to get whatever it was and there was nothing there. It took us awhile to figure out that it was not just us being forgetful. Because the strange thing was… say you put down your glasses on the dining room table and then went back… they were gone… we would search the entire house, no glasses… then the next day there they were on the table.

It was the following November, we had been in the house for almost a year. Mr. G was home alone; he had taken a shower in the guest bathroom. As he walked out the door slammed shut behind him. Now there is one thing about this room… there is no window, there is not even a heater vent to create a draft… nada… He jumped and turned around to look, he was freaked, the door was shut. He opened the garage door and headed out … pronto… then that door slammed shut behind him, again no draft possible. He did not believe in ghosts. When I got home he had Christian music blaring and was trying to anoint the doors with oil. Things quieted down again for awhile after that. I wanted to see the ghost!

The following June I got a taste of her… Mr. G was in the kitchen, the doggies were in the kitchen. House rule; when a Daddy is cooking there is a chance of food falling from the sky (especially if a doggie trips the daddy) so the doggies stay around when we are cooking. I walked into the living room to turn on the evening news. We have 7 or 8 old books on the entertainment center along with other stuff. I was standing about 6 feet away with my back to the TV when I heard a loud bang behind me. Doggies came running out of the kitchen barking, I turned around, the one red book was laying face down about 4 feet from the entertainment center. It had come from the middle of the row of books; all the other books were still in position…

The doggies kept watch. We were not alone…

12 STEPS

And... I will survive and address What The F@#k somewhere down the road. Thanks guys, but tonight is the 12 STEPS PROGRAM! (Because Kelly called me tonight)

1) Stop paying someone to run their office in a bad economic climate.

2) Figure out what you love to do & how to do it well & make $'s at it.

3) Consult with mentors & folks that you trust to give you sound advice.

4) Consult with Attorneys & CPA to get it right legally.

5) Create a corporation per advice from #'s 3 & 4 above.

6) Create a name that you & others that you care about can live with.

7) Fill out Walmart Greeters application (just kidding)

8) Meet with Bankers & get turned down to keep you grounded firmly in reality.

9) Meet with sign & stationary people to get it the way you want it.

10) Meet with potential landlords because a dining room table is not an option.

11) Let people know that even though this is a scary thing you honestly feel you are doing the right thing for all the right reasons.

12) Pray through all the above steps.

OK so this is where I am headed. There have been little things along the way these past 2 weeks that have enforced my belief that I am doing the right thing. Like the glass company called and mentioned I had a print there (for a year) being framed... it was a present from my very first clients (when you see it you will understand). Like getting a great & easy to remember office phone number 923-6321. Like calling my toll free provider and getting 1-877-923-6321 as my toll free office phone number. And mostly knowing that there are a lot of folks out there rooting for me and my new company... ALL STAR REAL ESTATE, inc.

So at this point my real estate license is pending in Salem (but they charged my Mastercard Tuesday?) And then I can re-join the MLS ($2,000!@$?!). And then I can...

Cheers!

What The F@*K

Ever had one of those weeks where you really thought things in your life were going pretty good, then you get nailed by something you knew was coming but never wanted to admit could happen to you. Because you really believed your life was pretty good. God I hate tonight...

Loosing Stuff

Today was Mr. G's last day of vacation and going to the dump day! I am sorry that Mr. G has to go back to that hell hole and get up pre-crack of dawn to get there. I will try to be a good Kevbear and somehow put a few sentences together to send him off with (it makes him happy if we are both awake). And I do like to watch the sunrise over the hill behind the house... Plus there is that first cuppa joe... Now about that loosing stuff title. This being dump day we went to the dump. ( See Pony, see Tom, see Flip run.) At this dump we loose stuff, we recycle (we could do better), we go to the dump 4-5 times a year. This I feel saves the gas in the dump trucks that lumber around every week and usually I get stuck behind on corners. To be fair I also get stuck behind these...

This one also needs a dump truck... Anyway we actually got rid of some things we have had around that were broken and we finally forgot why we were saving them. I also loaded the Honda car with stuff to go to, hmmm... Goodwill? St. Vincents? or??? stuff we have had in the garage since we moved here and have never needed. The garage is much cleaner today! But the reason I said the dump was where we loose stuff was from the past. Once many years ago a woman named Erica helped me loose something... Once Mr. G put on my wedding band (by mistake) and while hurling something into a bin we heard a ping and never saw that dear little gold band again. I also managed to loose my cell phone on a dump run (not as dear as the ring). This, I think, is the dump Gods wanting sacrifices...

Tomorrow will be the day of official forms & signing of papers and no not the Walmart greeters application! So perhaps this week I can talk more about work and less about stalking neighbors! Sue (a nice neighbor) was so kind to point out that we are blessed with 2 crazy neighbors, north & south and perhaps you (dear readers) would be confused. So let me clarify; there is nutzoid neighbor (south) with the endangered vacant lot and there is mother fucking mormans(north) also known as gay hating bigots. Ah, we are truly blessed... and they all like Mr. Grumpy! The same Mr. G who told me this afternoon I should try to make amends and forget the past (remember the Yankees). Wait, what was that flying by the window??? The snow was seen in Bend by Mr. G getting our politically correct car new shoes (if you are reading the comments dear readers).

This being October, the month of good scary movies, I have Sci-fi channel going in the living room. At the moment it is a Japanese flick with subtitles, kinda hard to follow, but by the screaming it is getting good. All the doggies have gone to bed with Mr. G so I am on my own if a serial killer, zombie, ghoul, or flesh eating bacteria try to get in tonight. We already have a ghost...

Tonights dinner was a good one because everything but the chops and lettuce came from our garden! And those taters were mighty good as was the salad... Trust me them was gooood vittles! Always fun to be creative in your cooking!

VIEWERS UPDATE!

I knew that would get you to stand up and pay attention!
I think I have reset the right control so now anyone can respond & leave comments.
I just know that thousands of you have been really upset that you had to do all that Google stuff just to tell me how great the blog is... so I hope this now makes it easier for comments!

Windows

I am sitting here tonight in the dining room at my temporary desk (another hint?) while there is something scary on TV. Brewster (Gay Lifetime watching doggie) and his Mom, Elizabeth are crashed out on the back of the couch. Sometimes Ripley (Joe Jock) stays out here too, depends on whats on the tube. Hmmm... can we still call it the tube? Am I dating myself (other then in the shower that is) sorry ladies.. guy joke... Have a nice fire burning and just went to get a log off the porch. OK here is a Kevbear thing... there is a big iron cauldron beside the wood stove full of wood but after looking at the fire and my wood assortment I decided to go out and get a different log... which brings us to windows (subject title above). When I went out to get the log there were loud boisterous noises coming from crazy neighbors house, intriguing. Crazy neighbor has fought with almost everyone on the street. My turn came when she called the county & the police because my new woodshed was endangering her vacant lot. The wood could spontaneously combust and burn her vacant, weed infested lot down. Because I did not get a permit I agreed to move it (it is now a wonderful garden shed). But while all this was going on she would come to the 2 strands of wire she had put up to keep us away and scream at me. Sometimes I screamed back, most times I told her to get back on her medication. I put up a 6' tall fence, she called all the authorities again that the fence was on her property, they came to look, she took photos of us all. What crazy neighbor did not know that was in a snowstorm I had the line surveyed so the fence would be a few inches in on our side, crazy neighbor has gone on to hate a new neighbor, she claims he is stalking her... The reason I put the woodshed where I did was because we were pretty sure she would stand in her fire prone bare lot and stare in at the gay people. This was confirmed when a while back she mentioned someone in this house danced naked in the living room. I like to think of it as exercise, Mr. G thinks it could scare people... So now there is a tarped 6' high woodpile along the fence line, take that nutszoid neighbor. BUT she now has a guest, we have heard a grandson. He races his car up and down our quiet street, tonight there are party kinda noises coming from the crazy house. When her daughter stayed with her long ago the daughter punched out crazy neighbor. So I have some questions that will never get answered...

1) What guy would ever breed with crazy neighbor? (she looks... well crazy!)

2) Were multiple bags involved in said breeding?

3) Why did the daughter not finish the job started?

4) Is grandson a chip off granny's block?

5) Will grandson finish the job? (See 3 above)

6) Why does crazy neighbor like Mr. G? (birds of a feather? Just kidding Mr. G.)

Which brings me back to this blogs title... I am sitting in the dining room with a window in front of me which looks right at nutszoid neighbors house. Is she out the in the darkness watching?

Back to today. Mr. G went to Costco and got the new fantabulous snow & ice tires. Yesterday they told him 2 hours, it snowed last night... it was 5 hours. Everyone wanted the new fantabulous tires. The hybrid is now even more PC, we are going studless (tires only involved) Mr. G also brought home a surprise (for the doggies) yup, Mom's doggies are visiting. So far no major brawls... I had a wonderful day working out in the garage (told you so) getting it in shape as doggies winter condo.

I hope the appreciate their little winter getaway...

Tomorrow the excitment continues, we are going to the dump!!!

taters!

After our downpour last night (glad I cleaned out the raingutters!) I decided today might be a good day to start digging all those taters. So I started in on the Yukon Golds...

This was (told you so) also the day I started in on cleaning the garage and getting it ready for the doggies winter condo. Mr. G worked on the house. I also cleaned up the garden shed so there was someplace to put all the tools from the garage & the lawnmowers. The boys love to chew the pullcords off the power tools each winter. What can I say, Boys will be Boys...

Mr. G did mention once or twice that since I let Housekeeper go there seems to be a lot more things we need to do around the house. Lucky for me we lay Gardener off each fall so I get away with no complaints there... But... with the current real estate market and me being a Realtor I really felt we needed to cut back somewhere. I overheard Mr. G on the phone saying we were also cutting way back on Christmas this year (WHAT!) so it looks like I will be on a street corner soon... Should I sell it by the inch or by the pound???

My all time favorite actor is on right now and it is becoming harder to concentrate...

When Tim Burton and Johnny Depp team up you just get some amazing movies. And this one is one of those Christmas crossovers that you can catch all year. I was always more of a Cary Grant kinda guy but I think Depp has only scratched the surface of his acting at this point. And while mentioning movies last night this was on and I just have to stay up and watch the Milan scene...
Tomorrow Mr. G is going to get those new snow & ice tires for the Hybred at Costco and will be bringing Mom's 2 little monster (some of our puppies) doggies for a visit while she is off on a road trip. 84 & on the go, hope I will be so lucky in life... of course I do have Mom's genes, no wrinkles yet! And tomorrow I will continue to work on that damn woodpile & the garage (sigh). Chance of snow tonight... OK a very small chance...

Ghost Story part 1

I was the first one to see the house; it was on a Realtor home tour. I walked in and gasped, it was exactly what we had been looking for. I came back later that day and spent an hour or two there just looking around, making sure before I told Mr. G. It took a few days of me using my best getting Mr. G to do something he was not to sure about to get him to the house. He walked in, he gasped, he smiled, and we had found our new home!

It was seven years ago on Halloween that we started work on the house. We had heard that the woman who lived here before (it was an estate sale) had died. We later learned she had died here in the house. She had smoked, a lot. The other Realtor who had represented her estate told us it took 3 months to get the house clean enough for anyone to see it… And so we started to clean more…

Mr. G could not get here everyday so it fell to me to rip up the old carpets and start the painting before we could move in. After we started to paint we realized that we needed to seal the walls, the nicotine bled thru the paint. So I got shellac and got to it. We had an electrician and a drywaller coming in too as we fixed and patched, but for the most part I was here most afternoons alone.

We somewhere got the impression that the old woman (as she was soon called) had died in the living room. I would work until 2-3 each day then head to the house to seal & paint until well after dark. It was on one of those late afternoons (almost fully dark) in mid November that we got the first hint that there was something different about the new house. I was almost done with the sealing and painting the hall & the inside of the linen closet, all the interior doors were off the hinges and stacked in the garage. I was alone in the house. Just across the hall from the linen closet is the guest bath, I was sealing the walls of the linen closet. Shellac smells… it is overpowering. I was facing into the closet using the roller when I heard someone exhale a deep breath behind me in the bathroom doorway and I was enveloped in the smell of a cloud of smoke… I took a very deep gulp, counted to ten, put down the roller and turned around, there was no one there… I left, fast…

When I told Mr. G that night what had happened he chalked it up to fumes in a small area, he did not believe me. I kept going back and kept up the schedule, but left each day before dark. The new carpets were put down, the new front door & garage doors were installed. We moved in Thanksgiving weekend 2000, it was snowing and very cold.
We were very happy. The doggies were not, we only had 3 doggies back then. They would stand at the end of the hall looking down the dark length and growl… Mr. G still did not believe, he said they were just adjusting to a new place. I knew better.

Winter went on; spring was a hint in the wind when we learned where she had died. The neighbors told us one afternoon. They had noticed the mail piling up in her box. She was not a great neighbor so everyone left her alone. They figured when the police broke into the house with the paramedics she had been dead around two weeks. She had died sitting on the head in the guest bathroom… across the hall from the linen closet, in June 2000...

Fall is?

OK, you will all be very happy to know that at last the Kevbear put off the procrastinating and worked on the woodpile... and might I add hit the halfway point (maybe). I also managed to get the raingutters cleaned out, a load of laundry done & met with the CPA for 2 hours! I could get used to this working at home stuff. But... I know me and I need more structure then a puter on the dining room table. And there is that Walmart Greeters application... And Mr. G was the perfect son-in-law and took Mom shopping today and to top it off actually sat at J. C. Penny's for a period of time (Mr. G swears it was 2+ hours) while Mom bought some female support & tightening devices! Three cheers for Mr. G!!! What a guy!!! I could never sit thru that...

We have a big storm due in late tonight and tomorrow. I always wondered why they make such a big deal of winds 75+ mph on the east coast when we get winds at 100+ on the Oregon coast. I will hope to finish the woodpile but might have to stay in and work at the office (grin). And with the advent of wind & potential snow this week my thoughts will turn to warm beaches and hot bods... I just love the beach...

OK... Mr. G just pointed out that I could spend less time putting some eye candy on the blog and more time getting myself in the above shape... What say you viewers?

The News Sucks

For those of us in real estate todays news was not good... which makes me think that last weeks events were right on target. In a coming winter where agents don't know when they will see a person interested in buying a home it makes no sense to pay someone for a desk space and have to spend $$$ on manditory advertising to save the office face. The dining room table is very nice looking and does not charge me to sit at it! I would (of course) love to be off cruising someplace warm...And Mr. G is so happy and relaxed when we are cruising... you just know he must be smiling on the inside!

So even tho we are talking about using some of those 6 trips worth of frequent flyer miles and heading off to somewhere warm along with the rest of the migrations... we shall wait... And I am sure that by February we will want to be down in Puerto Rico for a few weeks of R&R.

Mr. G is heading out tomorrow with Mom (they love going off together) and even tho I am invited to go along I would like to get started on that damn woodpile and get the fall garlic planted. Also there are hundreds of potatoes that need to get dug up! The weather reports are looking more like winter and less like an indian summer at this point... Plus those of you who read this (and never post comments) know I am firmly in the mind that things will keep going downhill in our nation and a garden is a very smart idea! And the burning season has started and we need to get the last of the dead trees and brush burned so I can plant the last of the fruit and nut trees. And there is always the chance that we will have too big a fire and the firemen will show up!

It's UP!

Yes, I knew you would all be excited to know that I am now safely back on my very own (work) puter setup here in the dining room! Mr. G took one look at it in the daylight and spent an hour cleaning it up and lecturing me on the dangers of dust on and in a computer... it is now strangly clean and runs better, weird... After just 3 hours talking with a guy who's name I cannot pronounce (let alone spell) in what sounded like India I am now online anywhere's in the house. I tried myself to do it alone (the directions (yes, I did read them) sounded easy) which was a bad time for both myself & Mr. G... Thank goodness for India guy, it could not have gotten done without him! And now we have pics back!!! It is 9+PM now and Mr. G and the kids are all nestled in our bed with visions of hot naked hairy guysdancing in their heads...Yesterday was a great success with the mentors! I was sorry I had ever left their company and (of course) I had them pose for a blog pic...
Mike & Miriam... 2 folks who helped make Kevbear the Realtor he is today (is that a hint?). And after leaving them I met Mr. G in town at Deacon & Hilary's (the remote stealer) for a great curry dinner and too much wine (but lot's of good talk!).

After the grueling wi-fi thingy was done I headed out to plant the last of the daylillies and water so there was a brief outdoor advent where I did snap a pic of a Bambi wandering by looking longingly over the fence at my safely protected plants!

There is now a nice fire burning to keep us all snugly warm tonight in the woodstove, no the damn woodpile is still not split & stacked...

And now the long awaited hairy cuts pics (drum roll going), Mr. G says I am going way too far with the camera, but if a pic is worth a 1000 words just thinks of the time I'm saving! So without further ado (yes Barber comes to the house for our hairy cuts) here are the pics!!!

"Who wants to watch Wheel of Fortunes when the daddies are getting clipped!"
"Now can you see the nose hair I am talking about?"
Clippers, a drink & a stoggy, this guy is a multi-tasker!
The hero being humble after all the hairy cuts are done!

SLOWING DOWN?

Here it is Saturday and I'm at home in my robe!!! 2 full nights of sleep, YAHOO!

I need to get a wireless thingy so I can get my puter (on the dining room table) up and running so you can all see the (drum roll) NEW OFFICE! Yes, I broke down, shoved over the tasteful fall display (in an antique silver bowl Martha Stewart would love) and set up the puter... at 7:00 AM no less! Now as most of the world knows Kevbears love to hibernate in the early hours, so I am not expecting this to be an everyday happening... But I am a very excited Kevbear at the moment, 'nough said... And Mr. G is very happy if the Kevbear is awake and alert enough in the wee hours to string some words together that appear to be coherent while he is leaving for his blood-sucking, slave wages job.

I am meeting my old Broker Michael that trained me into the biz for some brain storming (this is a hint) and lunch today. Yes it is true even Walmart greeters need sound advice before venturing into the exciting world of greeting people with a minus 100 level of fashion sense. AND we all know what this Kevbear would say to those shoppers in sweats & fuzzy slippers... even with training...

On a brighter note the mother fucking mormans next door are currently building a big (without permits) structure just off our master bedroom. It looks suspiciously like another barn for more livestock. In watching it closely (and taking plenty of pics) Mr. G thinks it could perhaps be a storage building as their religion has told them to keep an ample food supply for the end times (just before they are wisked off to a planet just for themselves). I have to wonder will the livestock be wisked away too? I need to do some research on that... Mr. G thinks we should turn them in as they already have 1 illegal barn for their fowl within 60' of our house. I am more of the mind set that we should wait until it is completed and filled with whatever and then calls the mounties to come and get it moved, it will be much more expensive and harder that way! Mr. Grumpy says I am pure evil... I remind him of the yankee story, these mother fucking mormans did us wrong (Mr. G almost went to jail that night!) and I will never forget that... ever...

Mr. G has all next week off, yes I know I already told you that... BUT this morning he put a scare into the Kevbear by saying the unthinkable "maybe we should go thru the garage". I shot up in bed, doggies flying in all directions, "and he added "I thought that might wake you up"... I grabbed MY remote (it is a talsman!) and said "but mr. G I thought you were going to the coast by yourself". "Well he went on, the garage could use a good cleaning and we could get rid of a few things" I quickly grabbed the lead and said the undeniable, "like vacumn cleaners?" "No" he said "there are not that many out there, really you make it out like we have a lot of them to everyone". Being good at math and now fully awake I did a quick mental tally and said "From where I am laying in bed there are at least 15 vacumn cleaners with 20 feet of me" Mr. G immediately "countered there are not" and went into the den to count and came back to add, "you are wrong... there are 16, so there"... Now this does not count the guest bedroom or the garage VC's. But he loves to collect them, so he can keep going as long as we have room to walk (hope he never reads that statement). AND we all know when grumpesorius erectious poopacacaous nictotinus (full name) says "we should" he actually means Kevbear!!!

Sorry for no pics today but after the brain storming (there's that hint again) I will try to get to Bend to get the wireless thingy to get my puter online. After all there are the hairy cut pics and a pic of the NEW OFFICE!

hits the fan

Yesterday was the worst so far this week. I was given my walking papers an extra 2 days early and once again the boss sent a minion to do the dirty work, so I signed my termination papers yesterday... THEN half way home Mr. G called... What many do not know (and it has been proven time after time) is the Lucy Principal applies to me. If there is ever a way that a person (other then Lucy) can manage to take a simple thing and totaly screw it up to where you are laughing your ass off it is yours truely. It is always funny in retrospect... anyway... So, as I left the house yesterday morning it was still raining a bit, the doggies looked very forlorn outside, so me (being a Lucy), with only the best intentions left the sliding glass door open so the kids could come & go. No biggy, doggies had the TV on and would be happy and I trotted of to work...What I had not thought about was we live next door to a dump these days. And turkeys, goats, chickens kept in small unclean pens attract flies... Now I had honestly thought that all the flies had died as we have had at least a week of below freezing nights. That's how it works, winter starts, bugs die... Except for the flies that stay at the dump next door, manure breeds warmth (and flies) so I was very surprised when Mr. G called screaming (kinda) and frothing at the mouth because the house was full of flies. I was almost home. I did think of fleeing the country, but then I thought, "well there can't be that many flies around".

So the first thing I did (after ducking a right cross) was gasp when I walked in the door. For every square foot of ceiling, wall, cabinets, furniture, there had to be at least a half dozen flies. We guessed that there were over 600 as we started the hunt. First I had a scotch (Mr. G was having a great time with the vodka). Then with fly swatter and vacumn cleaner we got to it...

It took almost 2 hours, it was dark out... The doggies were outside (fly swatters are scary things) and stayed out before we had the infestation somewhat under control. We had a late dinner... Mr. G forgave me as he understands the Lucy Principal. The doggies came in and we settled down for the evening, killed some more flies every so often... This morning we killed a few dozen more.

Last night I slept a total of 4.5 hours... sleep has not been easy this week. There is also this knot in my tummy that has been around all week... Maybe I should not have asked for that raise on the 1st??? Whatever, I have been treated poorly... This morning I stopped (for the last time) to get the office mail on my way in... there was a large packet, "what the?". It was my award for 5 years of outstanding service and loyalty to the company... figures... I sent it on to the ex-boss (heh, heh, heh...)

All said and done, I am doing the right thing and when you wake up to this view of fresh snow on the mountains as you sit on the front porch... you just know that the Lucy Principal also ends happily and life will get better! (soon please!)

Now to put the puter in the car and go get a hairy cut!

And to quote Scarlett... "I'll think about it tomorrow... tomorrow is another day"

Hump Day

Wednesday now and I am over half packed at the office!!! (better to be half crocked) The hard part is changing all the damn emails to different accounts... bitch... sigh... bitch... whine... Lots of calls and emails wanting to know what the Kevbear is going to do (OK an underwear model is an option) and I do have a favorite brand that I have a pic they recently took of me here... And I am sure they would sell millions if I take that job offer! I could just pack it up and move to the beach...

I am sure with the right curtains our little nest would be just fine...

I have not slept well all week as I worry myself into a wrinkle or two... I know, I know, you are all thinking at his age, a wrinkle??? But even with being the perfect guy that everyone has wanted for years (sexually) there might someday be a wrinkle appear somewhere... Mr. G says it is being a redhead, I say it is good genes and no kids and youth, after all there is that underwear model job and well with my bod...

I even look good in sweats.

Mr. G is already making those "we are a 2 income household noises". AND he just called and has next week off!!! When I suggested we go somewhere fun, I got the "you need to get a job"... I even tried the we could get a pump tent and do the Brokeback Mountain thang... we could even go to the beach... with just the right curtains... I am sure our perfect doggies would be just fine by themselves, they are such well behaved little darlings... This is Brewster who I am just sure is at home right now being a very good boy, or at least I am really praying that is what is happening... I left Lifetime Movie Channel on (for women and gay doggies) which is his favorite, so I am sure as long as his (straight) brother Rippers does not take MY remote away and put on ESPN they will be fine...

Tomorrow is my going away party!!! So far 3 people are coming, I am way too popular... And I am hoping Barber shows up tomorrow night for some hairy cuts ( I promise pics!).

Countdown

Here it is Monday and I got the word that I will be gone Thursday, not Friday and I am in shock... First I thought I would have plenty of time to find the perfect thing to do, then I thought well at least I have a week to pack up my office, now it is only 4 days!!! Luckily I am a very organized person (NOT) and packing up will be a breeze... We are also going thru the where to put the office at home discussions. Mr. G votes for the dining room (and I have already figured out that he will hound me to keep it tidy) and I vote for some space in his very sacred den. Now I am all for the fact that everyone needs their own space, and granted the den has always been the Mr. G zone, and he does fuss when I sit (pounce on) his couch that I mess up the cushions... I find this kinda hard to swallow as when he had the couch redone he had them put the hardest foam possible (think Fred Flintstone furniture) so it would last longer. I am sure it will last well past us...

This weekend brought one change in our lives... Mr. G read the blog... I left him alone (he was after all in the sacred den) and every so often he would laugh, or snort, or make other noises which I took to mean he liked my words. Then he came out of the hallowed sanctury... and said " everyone will think I am grumpy if they really think I am a Mr. G". I did my best to not grin and laugh... and gave him a big Kevbear sized hug and said "well dear you are an asshole, and there are times when you are a tad grumpy when you get home from work". And besides I went on " everyone knows that you don't use real names in a blog". He actually bought it!!! AND I did promise to write that he is (most of the time) a great person that I could not live without. We will forget the first hour each evening when he returns from his slave wage, humanity killing, whip cracking job and I leave him alone to decompress. Every once in awhile I do forget and have to run to safety... Let it be said here and now "MR. G IS A GREAT GUY", there, glad that's over with!

I am pretty happy with the way things are going... and other then all that grey showing in my beard (thank you Mr. G) I am sure our lives will settle down in a few weeks... My dear friend Hilary came by Saturday for a visit and other then the fact that she took MY TV remote and proceeded to flip channels like a Kevbear we had a great time!

Mr. G was kind enough to later point out that I can be rather possesive about MY remote and never let even him touch it. And he said it spoke to my true feelings for sweet Hilary that I did not lunge and attack her like I do him when touches MY remote... hmmm...

I was going to write about our haunted house today (we have a ghost) but Mr. G thought I should write something more uplifting like "HE IS A WONDERFUL, UNDERSTANDING, EMOTIONALY SUPPORTING, GREAT GUY". (I hope this is the end of this) So I said I would put off the ghost story until almost Halloween and say something upbeat about Mr. G. There is also something amazing that has happened (I have walked on water for years so no it's not that) Mr. G has found a place he likes to go to on the way home to "pick up a few things". The new bloated super Walmart is on his way home and he likes to go in there... amazing... so now I can call him and ask him to "pick up a few things". We have found we like their pizza...

with just a little doctoring it tastes OK. And it was going to be my lunch today but while dear sweet Hilary was abusing MY remote she also ate the leftover pizza ( I helped a little too). OK back to packing up the desk... later dudes...