Short and to the point...

Good luck today, Jo, although judging by my lateness and the differences in time zones... everything is over today for you. Here's hoping everything went well.

Secondly... this page is moving. A domain was purchased, a host was found, a photo was selected, a new page will be born, links will need updating, the time frame is soon.... In fact, you'll probably see it next week.

That is all. You are dismissed.




 
"Who's yer daddy?"

Yes, Becka... that's really on my shirt. Jo, Bracie & Jenda and now Bev have verified it. I bought it as a gag bowling shirt and it made everyone laugh several years ago so I kept it. It's been my concert shirt of choice at concerts because nobody else wears colors that bright and I become a landmark for my drunken friends returning from the beer tent.

I wore it to meet JC and Brenda for lunch to be an ice breaker and wanted to change it before meeting Jo and Art but we didn't stop anywhere for a wardrobe change. I was actually kind of embarrassed wearing it knowing that extend family members were coming over.

It doesn't have much life left in it. Not that it is worn or stinky, it just is getting very tent-like on me. I couldn't put it to rest just yet like I did the a lot of other clothes last month. Oh well...




 
Oy! I hate being up early on Sunday...

This is usually the time I'm getting home from work on my short weekends. I would expect to be awake, but this is seriously wrong to be awake at this hour on my long weekends. Last night I spent a few hours on the phone with whats-her-name and was rudely interrupted by the telephone bastards. So then I fired up the grill and made, hands down, the worlds most perfect hamburgers. I kid you not, these babies were better than sex. Or at least better than the sex I've had in the last 11 days. The Grilling Gods were pleased.

I'm slipped back indoors and finally joined the rest of the human race and watched 'The Matrix". Or at least I played the dvd and it was running and muted while I called 'That Girl' back and talked for another couple of hours. When we were hung up on again, I popped out the disc and put it in the dvd-rewinder and waiting for that to finish resetting before I actually sat down to watch it with the sound on.

Not much on tap for today. I'm having lunch with my buddy, Dale and his daughters at Hooter's (of all places to take your two and four year old kids). He's leaving tomorrow for three weeks and I'll be taking care the family cat and feeding the fishes.

It just dawned on me... I'm on vacation again and don't have to be back to work until September 8th. I don't think I've ever forgotten that I don't have to go to work. It's time for the Dave again. This is the fourth year in a row (and probably last) that I'll be here (link works only in IE). I'm obviously not looking forward to this trip as this will be the first time I've seen some friends since I moved out and I know they're not my biggest fans. I'm going to miss drving the motorhome while everyone drinks (that's me in the red jester ski hat behind the wheel). Funny how everything changes in two short years.

The two people on the left in the last photo are now married and have a child, the two people in the middle are now divorcing and were childless, and the one on the end is now married and still acts childish. Other things that changed, other than the skinny fellow in the Duke shirt, the rest of us all lost gobs of weight. Seriously, there could be two more people made from our losses, which is pretty cool. Did you see how chunky my cheeks were while driving? That's why there aren't many pictures of me over the last 8 years and why I'm only starting to allow myself to be in pictures.

Anyway... that's all I had to say for this morning.




 
I'll take 'Blubbering Idiot' for a thousand, Alex...

I'm cheating on you. I thought I should get this out in the open. The following post is not new material, it's an e-mail I sent to Bev with minor edits. I feel like such a dirty whore from not having an original entry today, but it's later than most of you show up and I'm too tired and trying to keep my streak of daily blogging alive. Having said that, here's how my night last night went:

"We're about four people short tonight between two people out of town in school and one person who had jury duty. The fourth person on his way into work had a seizure and blacked out. He rear-ended a car at the stoplight in front of work and had to be taken to the hospital by ambulance. Annette went to pick him up at 11pm and she brought him back here so I could drive his car home for him. Rob's a little bit cuckoo anyway, but I feel sorry for him. There's always something going on and never in his favor.

Nothing was leaking from his car and although the hood folded up like an accordian, I was able to drive it with only a few minor problems. It stalled on me twice and there seems to be a knocking and vibration I could feel intermittently. I'm obviously not a mechanic, but that just wasn't cool. I could smell fuel all the way there and by the time we got there, I had one helluva headache. He won't get the results back as to whether or not this is something serious, but it made me think that perhaps the fuel smell was already there and he blacked out from carbon monoxide poisoning.

Anyway... I went to let the dogs out afterwards and was looking at the atlas trying to see how far it is from Springhill to Frederick. Since I didn't know which way we would travel, I started from Frederick and calculated to Houlton (??) which is either in Maine or New Brunswick. That looks right at 820 miles which equates to roughly 10 hours of driving if I'm behind the wheel and ya'll are heavily medicated on nicotine patches, wearing Depends or catheter bags, and on a mellow IV drip for food. HAHA... That would make a great first impression, I'm sure.

So that's nearly all I had to say, other than I love you and will be seeing you in 4 weeks from today!"

Mmmmmmmm... Four weeks. May they go quickly.




 
To be continued...

There will be an update later in the day. I'm too stuffed from breakfast, too tired from work, and I'm busy with you know who. I'll be falling asleep sitting up in the chair any moment now.




 
Something else I miss... (Part One)

Because I have a tandem garage (two stalls in-line) and because The Hoopty barely fits when we would go somewhere, Bev would crawl in from the driver's side door and slide her way over the armrest into the passenger seat. Now granted.. there was a pleasant view, but thing I miss the most is when we would arrive back and she chose to not be let out and would make the same journey back. It's the playfulness of helping her step out. She'd have her arms around my neck and would slide down against me.

Okay... I think that paints the wrong picture for some of you. It was meant to be an innocent comment. I meant to share how much I miss the unplanned moments of contact.

More of these moments another time. My finger tips still hurt from the monster post published yesterday.




 
Happy Birthday, to my first wife... wherever you are...

Yeah... I know that sounds rather odd. Sit a spell and listen to the yarn I'm going to spin for you.

I grew up in a small town in Montana. The kind of town where the bars out number the churches and where you can live for 50 years and still not be considered a local. Sometimes I sit back and think about those moments of my youth in a Garrison Keilor "Lake Woebegone Days" kind of way.

Livingston is 56 miles north of the entrance to Yellowstone Nat'l Park. We used to go there several times in the summer during my childhood. Summers would vary from year to year. The older we started to get, the faster they seemed to pass. It's odd now looking back on things with a little bit of nostalgia how a lot of my happiest moments remain left behind in this little hamlet of 6,000 people in the Rocky Mountains.

The thing that seems really odd to me is that whenever school would start up, I would meet up with my friends and we'd all walk to school together. My friends came from families were they spent time in the summer in other towns with the one parent who didn't have custody. It just sort of dawned on me as I was writing this paragraph that that is the exact reason I spent most of my summers ridding my bike all over town alone or swimming with my 'summer friends'; kids who were in Livingstons for the summer with their one parent that didn't have custody during the school year.

But I digress...

My closest male friends all lived out of town on ranches. Sometimes our parents would allow us to sleepover at each other's houses but like most parents, they didn't want to appear like they were farming their children out to other families and didn't want to be burden. I was the city kid of the out-of-staters that moved to town. I learned to occupy myself by being my own company until school started...

Ah yes... the start of school... that's where I was trying to get back to.

Sometime during the early school years the dynamics of social behaviors kick in. Girls seem to catch on to this long before the boys tend to do. In fact, I'm not so sure that boys would catch on at all if it weren't for the womanly wiles of one or two first grade girls in pony tails. My Winnie Cooper's name was Tanya. She lived two blocks away from me and right smack next door to where my childhood baby-sitter lived. I don't recall seeing her play out in her yard prior to our school age years but I'm sure we recognized each other from passing at some point.

Whew! That was way too much segway to get tho this point. Anyway... somehow through the magic of older siblings or parents who were walked-in on, several young 1st graders learned the word 'humping' and what went along with it. The girls would pick the boys and take them around the corner of the school building where we were still on the playground but out of sight of the playground monitors. Girl and Boy would pair up for 10 seconds of closeness in the corner and without any real sense of knowing what we were doing, we'd smash the fronts of our pelvic bones into each other.

There was a catch, first. In order to hump the girl, one of her girlfriends had to 'marry' you and her. This was really a culture shock to all of us boys who had previously been busy pointing our imaginary machine guns and throwing pine cone grenades at invisible enemies. Having recently been a ring bearer at a cousins wedding, this didn't seem so far fetched of an idea for me.

Tanya and I were married one blustery September day in first grade. We spent a moment behind the corner and humped for 10 seconds. It seems rather fitting that 28 years later I'm reflecting on this prehistoric act of lewdness and I still don't have any better clue about sex, nor has my stamina increased too tremendously much.

Past the first time, I don't really remember if Tanya and I humped again. I remember humping other girls after having gone through another marriage ceremony. Are you noticing the same disturbing trend I am when comparing my childhood to my adulthood?

O-blah-dee, O-blah-dah... life goes on...

Tanya and I were always friends from the best of my recollection. She would later move on to the more althetic boys in the school. She had a good eye for boyfriends and she was the pretty girl blessed with brains that guys swooned for.

I don't really know what happened with Tanya. A week or two into our 8th grade year an arsonist torched our junior high school building. We missed a week of school as desks were salvaged and a new school was set up in a previously condemmed former school building. This was a magnificent year of bonding with everyone in the school. Our new home was substantially smaller so we had to ride buses to other parts of town for different classes. Choir was held at a leased empty store in the town mall and Band was a few miles away at the high school. Phys Ed was another bus ride to the Nat'l Guard Armory. Shop class was within walking distance and held a block down the street in a former carpet store (which had ironically been torched a few years prior).

It was a unique situation. I think it brought us all closer as we spent so much of our time riding Blue Bird buses here and there. It wasn't like the previous years where you waved 'hello' to your friends in the two minutes you had between periods. The other thing that brought us closer was the knowledge that this was the last year many of us would see each other ever again.

The main employeer in town was the Burlington Northern Railroad. My dad ulitmately retired from the railroad after 39 years of work. In November of 1985, BN announced that it was closing the shops in town and 350+ families would be relocated to Kansas, Nebraska, Iowa, or Illinois. Considering the number of people the town had, this would have been devasting for the economy if not for the close approximity to Yellowstone and tourism. Many wealthy actors and actresses from Hollywood were getting wind of this and ranches were bought up as retreats and compounds. My family moved to the midwest.

Fast forward 14 years... I'm sitting at home one day and check my e-mail and there is a completely random letter that appears. It's from Tanya. Shortly before our 10 year high school reunions we had both registerd for one of those Classmates.com or Reunion.com things and she searched my name in my high school and contacted me.

Her letter was very straight forward, "Hi! How you doing? I found you and hope you don't think I'm a stalker." She shares the events of her life and how she was happy to hear I was doing well from the sounds of what was in my profile. She closes her e-mail with "Your first wife." I nearly wet my pants. We stayed in touch writting back and forth over the next year or two and then events happen in her life and soon she's without a computer. Ultimately we lose contact again.

It's been about two years now since I heard from Tanya. Yahoo says her e-mail address doesn't exist any more. I'm guessing she was without access long enough that the address was deleted due to inactivity.

So here I sit today writing an entry with no real point, no real purpose, and no direction. Tanya was one of my first childhood friends. She's also the only person that I've had contact with from my birthplace, with the exception of two other classmates that I accidently bumped into on a vacation back to Montana five years ago.

Over the years I had thought about Tanya often. Not in a silly romantic way like some of the girls I dated in high school or after. I can honestly say she's the one person that I've never forgotten her birthday. That's not a lie either. Whether I was living in Iowa, Florida, Connecticut, or Hawaii , there has always been some event that happened or occurred near this date that prompted me to think of her. This date is burned into my memory just like Christmas or other holidays. I've always said a small prayer and passed on good thoughts to her.

I don't know know what it is or why I'm not in bed resting before work. I think it may perhaps be that for the first time in the last 11 years of remembering her birthday I'm in a place where my future is filled with hope and excitement and the prospect of greaness. There are always people that come and go in our lives. Some fade and other stand the test of time. I don't have much, yet I feel content to have everything I've ever wanted or needed in terms of love.

My birthday wish this year for you, Tanya, is for you to be on a similar plane in a this small moment of time. A place where you are basking in the glow of love and surrounded by friends who appreciate the friendship you gave me as a child, gave me as an adult, and will give me again in the future if and when our paths cross once again.

May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be ever at your back.
May the sun shine wam upon your face
And the rain fall softly on your fields.
And until we meet again, may God hold
you in the hollow of his hand.




 
I can't win...

Bev (2:27 AM) :
Because Denise got them for me.. For awhile there i felt like i did.. but she was very concerned about me.. so i think she was relieved to hear things went well.

and just questions about my trip.
Biff... (2:28 AM) :
Where did you go on your trip?
Bev (2:29 AM) :
I went to Mexico.
Biff... (2:31 AM) :
Did you wear a sombrero and ride a donkey?
Bev (2:31 AM) :
pretty much
Bev (2:31 AM) :
smirk*
Biff... (2:32 AM) :
Walked into that one, didn't I?
Bev (2:32 AM) :
nods and giggles*




 
Someone's been stuffing my box...

I went to the mail before work and pulled out the usual junk mail and assorted bills. And then, there was a curiously bright mailng envelope. Thank heavens I had my shades on. Inside was a cd and card from my bestest friends in Maryland. Say it with me on three...

One...

Two...

Three...

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..."

Good times, special music. I wish my commute to work was longer than three minutes so I could have listened to it all. Kudos to whomever selected one of my privately favorite songs. I loves me some "Freshmen" by The Verve Pipe.

Not much else to say today. It's still early and I'm on lunch for work. I need to wrap this up so I can clue into The Olympics and chat with you know who.

Anyway... thank you very much to Bracie and Jenda for brightening my day! I love you both muchly.

(Personal Note to Jer: I didn't spellcheck this one either since it's 2am my time.)




 
Because Becka asked... and because Brenda won't kill me...

I'm going to Holland for more in depth training like the two trips I've had to make this year to Phoenix. ASM is a Dutch company and Phoenix is where their North American unit is based. My company wants to send 4 people to get the full-on training their field service engineers get on the tools, which is three months. We in turn would return and train others here in Oregon and possibly later train our fellow employees in Arizona, New Mexico, and *cross your fingers* Ireland.

Orginally, I was scheduled to be in Bilthoven (Amsterdam) Monday, October 4th with hopes of being back in Oregon the week between Chirstmas and New Years. This would have meant no trip to Maryland. I was mortified when I found out about this in May/June and chose not to discuss this with anyone other than Bev as the dates were still tenative and the last thing I wanted was for Brennis to stress.

Ironically enough, I was filling out paperwork for my passport when Bev was filling out her's to come here. I joked that I would have my passport before she had hers as work had told us they can get passports rushed when it's at the request of a corporation versus when Joe American traveller applies.

In July I found out that we couldn't hammer out the contract with ASM in time for October so I chose to not bring it up as it wouldn't impact me from performing my duties in Maryland. Nonetheless, the delay in contracts put the training in limbo and our passport paperwork was not filed. More irony, considering now I have a reason to use a passport and don't have the paperwork in process... (Mental Note to Self: See if you can at least get the passport photo on Teresa's desk so you don't have to spend other seven bucks for a re-do.)

Where do we stand now with travel/training? Who knows?

The latest rumor is it will be sometime after the first of the year and/or possible not in Amsterdam at all. That would be a pisser if you ask me. Ya'll know about The Netherlands, right? *cough* Yeah... that's right... The Royale with Cheese. Sorry... I knew you were thinking the herb and legalized prostitution or maybe both, but I'm too much of a prissy-pants to get high and outside of being married, I've never paid for sex. Heh.... (unless you count airfare)...

No trip could be a blessing in disguise. I have to get a lot of things finalized and it would be easier to get that done this fall if I'm in country. Mumsie wants Bev home for Christmas, and after that... time will tell. If this Holland thing works out, they will pay for us to fly home once or take our significant other with us. I think that's really why Bev is sweet on me. She wants to wear wooden shoes in real tulip fields (see pictures over at Beeker's Photoblog).




 
All play and no work makes Jay a dull boy...

I need to get back to work this week. I was thinking I would be enjoying be my usual three day weekend, but damnit.... there's something to be said about being in a regular routine and not having idle time..

The monsoon outside kept me in the last two days and I did all the house frau things that Bev mocks me about. I can't help the fact that I'm borderline retentive about cleanliness. Like I don't have a whole houseful of things so anytime something is out of place then everything looks a mess. Not everything has found a home yet.

You'll recall that I was camping on an air mattress the first six weeks here. Since I had an abundance of kitchen cupboards and drawers, several were shanghai'd into being used for clothes storage. So when I bought a the bed a week before Princess Consuella Banana Hammock arrived, the clothes moved upstairs and the former sock and Calvin's drawers became bill and receipt central.

Because of the mad rush of purchases the last week prior to company and no functional office space due to a lack of desk, things got shoved here and there and everywhere. It drove me nuts. One counter top and the top of the fridge served as in-your-face home office. Hell, the backseat of The Hoopty served as a mail collections station while Bev was here because I repressed my desire to say, "Excuse me... can you keep yourself occupied while I audit my kitchen and get my finances in order." Filling things this weekend is going to be my last task to tackle... after trying to get the candle wax out of the carpet.

Last night Bev and I had another 5 hour phone call. It's so good to hear her voice, through incredibly hard to not see her talking to me in person. We had our usual mix of tummy-tossing laughter, private jokes, inside stories, and serious-hat conversations. Last night we added crying to our repertoire. While I can't think of anyone I'd rather shed tears for, I'm completely at a loss for how fair behind I am in terms of what the next steps are after October.

It looks as if things are a go to fly to Nova Scotia and drive down to Maryland for the wedding. I have to confess, as much as a relief it will be to be with Bev, it's going to be rather weird to go on that long of a roadtrip with her mom and step-dad. Put yourself in this delightful situation: You've never met your significant other's parents. You fly to their place, meet, and are completely dependent on them to make a two-day drive to another country for a wedding and a long weekend and then another two-day trip back. All along everyone in the vehicle knows that you're planning on stealing their daughter away from them and taking her 3,000 miles across the continent to live with you.

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude... they make movies about scenarios like this and then never go well. Frankly, I am a mix of very nervous emotions. I don't know whether I should jot down my last will and testament, invest in a serious amount of Depends undergarments, or contact CBS and pitch a new reality-based TV show called, "I'm the Jackass That's Doing Your Daughter."

Hopefully things will go well. We've discussed nearly every possibilty of what needs to happen for her to relocate when then time comes. She spent a good portion of the day looking up information for visas and we discussed the possibility/barriers involved with her traveling with me when I have to go to Holland later this fall or early next year for three months.

Anywho... I'm burning sunlight and have other obligations that have to met today, so I'm going to walk away.

Here's hoping your lives are filled with all the wonderful possibilities that I'm enjoying!




 
Now taking applications for a motivational speaker...

I'm feeling like a slug today. I was up most of the night because, well... that's what people who work nights tend to do. I did laundry in between watching the Olympics and of course chatting with you-know-who. When she went to bed I moved to the couch to continue watching the Olympics until about 3am.

In what has to be the strangest ritual, I woke up once an hour until 8am to go the bathroom. Not that you all care to hear the rest of this, but I'm a very infrequent errrrrrrrr... pisser? Three times a day is sometimes too often, so this 5 times in 5 hours is unheard of for me. The exception being following sex, but that's just the body's way of flushing the pipes.

It gets worse... The bathrooms are both up on the third floor... where the bedrooms are located. So one would think it would be nothing to use the bathroom and then crawl into bed. Nope. Not for me. Each time I came back downstairs and curled up under the blanket on the couch.

I tried to make sense of this but the only rational I can come up with is that for the last 3 years I slept on the couch and so couches are like a bed to me. The other thing was I don't like sleeping alone in the bed upstairs. It has become hallowed ground.

When I finally gave in and woke up completely I noticed something familiar. Again, it think it was her shampoo or lotion. Mmmmmmmm...

Or was it?

I'm wondering if she really smelled that good and the couch absorbed her fragrance, or if she spent so much time napping that she started to smell like my wonderfully comfy couch. Hmmmmmm...




 
Breakfast for Six and a bucket of balls...

The first week back to work ended and to keep my mind off of her absense, I went to breakfast with some co-workers. We had a good time making asses of ourselves and mocking each other. It's what we do.

Aftewards three of us, Jason, Annette, and myself went to the driving range to warm up for a potential round or two on Monday or Tuesday. Annette doesn't golf and by the way I was swinging my woods one would think I didn't golf either.

So we hooked Annette up with some clubs and Jason went to town showing me up. He's very fluid for a newbie. He's one of those natural athletes. We would tee up and see how could drive the furthest and for some reason I was getting too much top spin or was too far under the ball. The ball would pop up like I hit it with my pitching wedge and drop dead to a stop in 9o yards. So then I would take out my pitching wedge which is my 90 yard club and I would take the ball 150 yards. I guess that's the last time I take a year off of the links.

By the time we got to the bottom of our buckets I had worked my way through all three woods, my 3, 5, and 7 irons and of course, the wedge. After stroking 90 or so balls I brought back Big Berth and started to gear down. I was consistently stroking 200 yards and several really good bounces carreid the ball an extra 50 yards.

We teed up the last 5 balls and slapped them Happy Gilmore style. The first two sliced badly, the third and fourth came down shy of 175 yards... and the fifth? Mother of God! I caught all of that... The ball easily sailed 275 in the air.

"Looks like the price is wrong, Bitch!" ~ Happy Gilmore




 
Closed for today...

I was working on an update and decided it was getting a wee bit lengthy in words and feelings that the ending couldn't be rushed. So I've decided to save it for when I can do the ending justice.

Today is just another lonesome day without her here. I'm glad I have work to look forward to and occupy my time without her. How messed up is that?

Hope you all are having a great weekend!




 
Beware of Bridezilla...

I'm fairly sure I'm going to hell for this, but I couldn't resist. I've found something very telling about who is going to wear the pants when Brenda and JC get hitched.

JC... I implore you to run!

I'm just glad that in the nick of time I found the image of what she's really planning on using on the caketop.

*runs like hell*




 
Things are getting back to normal... and I hate it.

I was still walking on air when I came back to work yesterday and today started off decently, but now I'm lonely. I'm find little reminders of her everywhere. She warned me that I would be finding hair for weeks and frankly, I'm thinking I could knit a nice sweater with what I've found.

As wonderful as everything in the world is for me, I'm missing the things that didn't last as long as I had hoped. When alone, I always sleep with a pillow or two in my arms. I was hoping to drift off to sleep with the pleasant smell her hair left on the pillows she used.

Gone are the bite marks she left on my neck and it won't be long now until you can't see where here nails dug into my shoulders. Yes, that's probably saying way too much, but I earned those battle wounds and had hoped they would have reminded me of her everytime I stepped out of the shower and into the mirror to shave.

I left her tea cup out on the end table so my drinking mug wouldn't look so sad. Crazy how it is the silliest things one looks for to comfort themselves.




 
When I can't find the words...

"Everything..."

Find Me Here
Speak To Me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That's leading me
To the place where I find peace again.
You are the strength, that keeps me walking.
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.
You are the light to my soul.
You are my purpose...you're everything.

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

You calm the storms, and you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.
You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.
Would you take me in?
Take me deeper now?

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

Cause you're all I want...
You're all I need...
You're everything...
Everything...
You're all I want...
You're all I need...
You're everything...
Everything...
You're all I want...
You're all I need.
You're everything...
Everything...
You're all I want...
You're all I need...
You're everything...
Everything...

And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?

Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?





 
Good Riddance...

Where did the time go??? I'm completely at a loss. It was hard to look at each other last night without getting weepy. I demanded no tears from her because I knew I would crack. She packed while I straightened up and tried to get my mind off of her leaving. By the time we crawled into bed this morning I was thankful for the darkness where I could hide my watering eyes. I could feel the coolness of her tears pooling on my chest and eventually running over my shoulder. We drifted off to sleep in each others arms one last time for a few hours before the alarm shattered the calmness.

We had breakfast this at the airport and I felt I was dying inside. I stood in line with her until she started the TSA gauntlet. Our goodbye seemed rushed and it hurt to let her leave. I watched as she winded her way thought the security screening and gathered her things towards the concourse. I hollared out her name and she turned briefly, but I know she didn't know where it was coming from and she probably brushed it off.

I was fine on the way to the parking garage. It wasn't until I was in The Hoopty and in reverse that my eyes welled up. By the time I was on the highway back home I was bawling like a little bitch. It was so much harder saying good-bye than I thought.

And before I forget.. she wasn't drunk to the point of having to be carried when leaving the Olive Garden. That was me wishing she was that sauced. She was however really chatty... *REALLY* chatty. She couldn't say more than two sentences on one topic before started a new topic.

I said more than I thought I could get out. It's only taken about three hours to get this far. Hopefully she call me from Newwark in a couple more hours.

Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)...

Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go
So make the best of this test
And don’t ask why
It’s not a question
But a lesson learned in time
It’s something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

So take the photographs
And still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf of
Good health and good time
Tattoos of memories
And dead skin on trial
For what it’s worth
It was worth all the while
It’s something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

It’s something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

It’s something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

Hurry home to me, Bev... I love you...




 
We missed a day... oops!

Yesterday we got yet another late start and went on a drive up to Mount St. Helen's. We stopped at an over-look to see where the Toutle River was buried by 600 feet of ash and sediment when the landslide that caused the erruprtion started. The Mountain was really clouded in, but by the time we made it to the Johnson Ridge Observatory the sky had opened up.

It was late but as we hiked along the trail the sun started to shine into the crater. Very barren looking, eh? If you turn around with your back to the volcano you can see where the trees were snappend and bent over like toothpicks in the directions of the blast.

On the way back home we stopped at the Olive Garden for dinner. Good eats... potent drinks. One of us *cough* got really sauced on the Apple Martinis. It's a damn good thing she wasn't driving because she practically had to be carried across the parking lot. We stopped at a grocery store to get her some candy and ice cream to make desert drinks. Try this on for size if you got the ingredients:

1 ounce Bailey's Irish Cream
1 ounce Kahlua
1 ounce DiSarano Amaretto

Pour over a mug of French Vanilla ice cream.

As it turns out, it was way too much for here so I had to drink hers and mine. Later I would pass out on the couch until I was beckoned to bed in when the sun came up. Oy! My aching head.

It is now 2:30pm and we're not doing too well at gettng out of the house oto start our day. Hmmmmm... The last day came to quickly.

Anyway... two other images for you before I sign off and force her out of the house.

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Let's talk about sex, baby... Let's talk about you and me...

Because prying minds want to know...

It's been brought to our attention that some of you want to know what has been going on in terms of our private time that we don't share here. Well frankly... I'm not really sure if either one of us are willing to confirm or deny any of the rumors that are circulating on-line or off.

Let's just say that neither of us are going to come right and and say anything... to protect the innocent... and the guilty. Needless to say, JOELLEN...you'll just have to wonder.

So until we either decide to talk about whether or not we are doing/have done/will continue to do certain adult things, we thought we would share what may/may not/might have been happening/will happen/or if we're currently in the middle of happening. And we thought we'd do it with pictures.

*NOTE: This is not for the faint of heart. If you don't want to see lustful things, do not click on the links to see us in the throws of passion.*

I think the one thing that surprised me most about Bev is that she has the libido of bikerbabe. In fact, I must say she is one sweet piece of ass. Not that I've ever had tons of ass... but I must confess to having had my share of tail.

But I'm not here to talk about all the ass. No, I'm not that dignified... I'd rather get straight to the point and down and dirty. I knew I was way in over my head, sexually speaking from the moment she hopped her bare ass on the bed and begged for me to slip my cock in her pussy from behind.

I realize I don't have the biggest pecker in the world, but when she flipped over, spread her legs and told me to lick her beaver, I knew I had let her down. I guess you can't win them all, but I was a little bit surprised that Bev is considering a three-way.

Okay okay... this was all just a joke to share some more of the zoo pictures. You can pick your jaw back up off of the floor, Jo-Jo.

And no... this isn't a confirmation or admission... but I hope it keeps you guessing.




 
Nothing to see here...

We've been slacking and not really going too far from the house. If you came looking for pictures, you won't find any today. Try back later tonight or early tomorrow to see if we ventured out.

Having a great time... glad you aren't here.



 
Wedding Bells and Two Body Bags...

Yesterday wasn't exactly as we planned, or rather I had planned. Due to certain circumstances out of my control we didn't exactly leave on time. We had planned to go the Oregon Coast Aquarium down in Newport. By the time we were actually on the road, the best laid plans were stymied by traffic caused by the Presidential motorcade.

We actually made it to Newport about 4o minutes before the aquarium closed so we opted to go shopping and then take some photos. Bev and I both really like bridges, so don't freak out if you see several bridges appearing in pictures while she's here. The Coast was over-cast and about 35 degrees cooler than Portland so I wasn't sure how these would turn out... dark... but... well... see for yourself.

Yaquina Bay

Newport Bridge

Bridgette


While up at the over-look of the bridge, Bev was a approached by a crazy lady in a white dress asking if we were together and if we would mind taking pictures for them as the wedding photographer they had arranged did not show up. Needless to say, Bev sat and watched the ceremony while I used their camera to make memories for them. The lady's son officiated and his wife was the maid of honor. Additionally, they had two dogs on leashes to stand up for them. The bride chased us down again and tried to pay us for out trouble. I couldn't take her money, despite her insistance that we go buy coffee and pie. Mmmmmmmm... pie...

After we left the wedding, our journey took us north of Newport to....

Beverly Beach

We walked on her namesake for a bit hoping the clouds would break and give us a brilliant sunset. Unfortunately, we had no such luck... but...

Smile

Ta-daa

We left in search of dinner and once we hit Lincoln City, we encountered an accident scene. Apparently some woman in a Honda Civic hit motorcycle with two people on board. Traffic was re-routed around the scene before the back-up began.

By far, my favorite part of the day is still the closeness and conversations we had along the way there and back. I'm feeling truly blessed to have her here with me. Time is moving too fast now and it won't be long until I start to pine for the feel of her hand in mine when she leaves. She's an amazing woman and I'm glad she's my best friend.

One last funny story... Bev walked into a store while I'm getting propane for the grill the other night. She gets carded for cigarettes and the person behind the register isn't sure what to make of Bev's i.d. I approached just in time to hear her the cashier comment that she wasn't sure if Nova Scotia was a State or not. She added, "I was never very good at geometry." Bev admitted she wasn't either while I held in the chuckle.

Two steps out the door I had to explain geometry is math... and geography is the study of locations of things. Then the laughter really began.

*snicker*



 
We're back...

We were going to take a drive to the coast, however, for a variety of reasons we didn't exactly leave early enough to do all the things I had hoped to show Bev. So we ended up staying local and going to the Oregon Zoo. The weather was in the upper 90's so alot of the animals were finding shelter in their indoor cages or deep in tall grasses where they weren't very visable.

As expected, there was a variety of animals doing interesting things. We saw a loirakeet playing dead, a napping polar bear, a ringtailed lemur and a very anorexic elephant. Other things that Bev fell in love with were the buck toothed hyrex and a meerkat. I found a calico zebra rather interesting. It was at the giraffe exhibit when I knew one of us had had enough and was moments from shoving the camera up the other's posterior so we made a quick getaway.

Tonight we went to The Grand Lodge, which is an old historic Masonic Lodge that was purchased by a local brewery and converted into a bed and breakfast as well as bars, restaurant and movie theater. You order from a menu and they bring you food and drinks (wine/beer/spirits) during the movie. Pretty cool. I think she may have had a good time.

Oh yeah... by request... a picture of us hanging out.

Have a great day.







 
** NOTE: This was yesterday's post that didn't publish for some reason. Hmmmm... Today's adventures will be later. **

We woke up to the sound of some serious grindage going on outside. I had forgotten that today was the day that the streets were going to be sealed and resurfaced so we pretty much had to find indoor activities to entertain ourselves. What to do... what to do... what to do.... Hmmmmmm... Laundry... cleaning... I was suckered in to watching General Hospital... and The Princess napped.

We did end up going to Home Depot to purchase a kick-ass Weber so that I could promptly offer up a sacrfice to the grilling gods. The gods were not amused and they rained down their disapproval by stealing all moisture rendering my glorius slap of meat dry, limp, and crunchy. I'm not doing so well in woo'ing her over domestically speaking.

More travel adventures tomorrow; standby for pictures later.



 
Road Trip...

Today was a rather full day. We spent many hours getting in and out of The Hoopty while toodling around Oregon. The best parts were conversations as we continually get to know each other better in person despite knowing each other for 7 years from a distance.

Anyway... you're probably here to see where we've been and what we've done and not read about how much better it gets daily to see each other in person.

We headed up to Mount Hood for starters and ended up eventually circumnavigating the whole thing. Our first destination was up to Timberline Lodge. Obviously, I wasn't able to squeeze the whole lodge into the frame, but if you have a keen eye you might recognize this as the very same exterior of the lodge at the very beginning of The Shining. And no... there isn't the maze here, nor was there ever.

We hiked a very wee bit behind the lodge for a view of the sumit and the Palmer Snowfield. Yes... this is real snow, and yes, you can ski here nearly 11 months out of the year. Timberline ski resort closes only in September and just for maintenance on the lifts. The US Olympic Ski Team trains here in the summer.

Onward and downward...

We headed around the mountain and ended up with a nice view of from the White River. Off to the left of the picture (where the trees stop growing... hence Timberline) is where we we walking around. The patch of snow on the left is Palmer Snowfield, as previously mentioned. As we worked our way back closer to sea level, we stopped in Hood River, Oregon and watched some kiteboarding on the Columbia River.

We headed off the highway to see more touristy things such as Multnomah Falls and the Columbia River Gorge. It was a bit hazy due to the heat and about an hour before sunset. I didn't have the heart to ask her to wait an hour for the haze to clear and the sun to start setting but I was blessed with an even more breathtaking vista from the same spot.

Have a great day...



 
Adult Toys R Us...

During it a phone conversation with Brennis & JC, we were informed that there is an adult package on the way to us. So we are on a trip to the coast yesterday and I nearly killed Bev. She lost her ability to make noise while laughing because she was doubled over so badly. I had suggested perhaps the gift was an inflatable sheep and she guessed it was a cock cage.

I was fit to be tied. Seriously... My cock doesn't get out much on it's own. The last thing it needs to be is locked away. I suggested if it was cock cage, we could go out in public and she could chain me up to a bikerack while she walked away and shopped or whatever.

It was at this point that she built the mental picture and nearly required resussitation. I can't remember the ensuing comments that nearly did her in completely. You might have had to have been here to get the full mental picture. But since you weren't, the following pictures will have to do.

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While you were sleeping...

Happy Birthday, Bev! I hope you get what you wished for and more.

For those of you not keeping tabs, Bev has been telling me for the last six months on a regular basis that she wants a chocolate lab. I don't know how long she's really been wanting one but she seemed rather sure of herself. I tried my best to talk her out of one in hopes she'd learn to love a beagle or a cocker spaniel.

In the end and against my better judgement, I caved in because I want to be the one that makes all her dreams come true. At some point, she'll awaken and come downstairs to find her very own chocolate lab.

You just try to tell me I don't love her with all my heart...




 
Happy Birthday, Bev...

Now tell me, who the hell is Frank?




 
Crunch time...

All my tasks are/were completed on time and ahead of schedule. There are less than two hours until she comes down the concourse. I'm nekkid, brushing my teeth, and blogging.

Just thought you all should know...




 
Heeeeeeeeeey.... How'r YOU doin'???

Good Lord! You think something exciting or someone important was showing up with all the activity around this place. *GRINS*

Bev and I played e-mail tag for about an hour before she left. For those of you didn't get chance to see her this morning, her Dad was to pick her up and take her to the airport. He called several minutes after he was already late and greeted her with:

"Good morning, dear. We just woke up we'll be there in an hour."

I can imagine her heart sinking. In reality he was just down the street from her home. HeH. My kind of trickster. I like him already.

I took off from work about 0620 and commenced Operation Scrub-a-dub-dub. Oddly enough, I unpacked several things, folded some clothes, vacuumed all three floors (techncially The Hoopty was sucked out on the ground floor), scrubbed both bathrooms down to my obsessive-compulsive standards, followed suit in the kitchen, and assembled/wiped down the end table and couch table. Yes, Becka... The doorknobs all received a good a once-over with Lysol.

I left the townhouse at about 0930 and went shopping. Wrapping paper tape? - check... Rice cooker? - check... Deodorant? - check... condoms? - *snickers* check. We had the condom conversation thanks to conversations with Brenda and JC. We're not planning on sleeping together, but in case that option does present itself... well... we're prepared. I really wasn't planning on purchasing these yet, however I found myself at the store early enough we're it wasn't crowded and nobody was out the self-checkout line. And wouldn't you freakin' know it... the damn thing wouldn't scan. Before I could lurk out of there without purchasing them and leaving them with the gum, the person manning the self-checkout lines grabs them and hollars into the intercom:

"Can I get a price check on Trojan condoms? The new twisty kind in the green box. They are still not ringing up at the registers..."

Let's face it... there is NO hiding anything now.

I wanted to slink out of there.

I was reminded of Jim Carey in "Me, Myself & Irene" where he asks for a price-check on Vagi-clean. Thank goodness the casher didn't add, "There's a full-on fallopian fungus on Aisle Three".

I left, barely with my dignity intact.

The dogs were feed and I completed gift-wrapping. I was pretty well pleased with my efforts. My 11:30am I was ready to sleep. Which brings me until 1:30pm when I woke up and opted to set an alarm for an hour. At 2:30pm, I rolled my bones out of bed to do a quick inventory of what remains to be done.

Frankly, all I need to do is run to a laundramat and wash my sleeping bag, get a haircut, and purchase a few things to restock the bar. Naturally, I will still have to shit-shave-shower-and-shine, but in exactly five hours I will depart for the airport. Oy! I'm not even nervous, but I'm sure my stomach and colon will wake up are represent within the next three hours.

Have a great next couple of days. I hope to do the same!






 
I need more time...

Instead of blogging here at work, I really should have gone back to the townhouse and folded my clothes I washed when I was over there at 2am. I managed to unload one last round of essentials that I have theived from the house.

On a sad note, I broke one of the end table legs. My bad. I should have had it disassembled. Oh well... it was a cheapy that was purchase in Hawaii. I'm sure it can be easily trashed and replaced with something better. The clock and phone are destined to live on the carpet.

Much to do, today. I don't really have a game plan and I really need one. I figure I have a grand total of 39 hours remaining until I drive to the airport. And even then... 13 hours are spoken for by work... 10 hours for sleep if I manage to get 5 hours/day... 4 hours for shopping/purchasing last minute things... 3 hours for personal cleaning/grooming.... 1 hour for a haircut... 2 hours for all the travelling in between... which leaves 7 hours for cleaning. I'm not Becka *smirk* so I should have 5 hours left over. Maybe I'll go to the laundry mat and wash my sleeping bag. That will kill a couple of hours and make a good impression for any spur of the moment camping... (can you picture Bev in the wilderness with bugs?)

I'm seriously over looking several things... I just can't remember what they are right now...

Hold me?




 
B.O.C.O. Day plus One...

About this time in 48 hours... someone should be airborn. Oy! There's still much to do and I have to work tonight and tomorrow. I'm starting to get really sick to my stomach with nerves.

That's all for now.




 
T Minus Three Days and Panicking...

You know... if it's not one thing, it's another. After washing sheets several times I finally opted to put them on the mattress. And wouldn't you know the mattress is so hurking thick the sheets don't even cover the whole thing. Sure the corners of the fitted sheet are 17 inches deep, but they sure as hell bow up on the sides. Between that and the mattress pad (which took 30 minutes to put on) the bed is starting to look like a stuffed sausage. No bullshit.

Today I went for my teeth cleaning. I have and have always had sensitive gums which is why I go more frequently than most people. It's now four hours since my appointment and my gums are still throbbing. Good times.

I swung back to the pad and found a note on my door that tomorrow the chimminy is getting cleaned and the unit will get it's annual walk through. I'd like to be here for both because I've recently found dry rot in my bedroom near the closet doors and I've got a few more complaints about the drywall screws backing out of the walls. Also, my stackable washer/dryer seems to take more time than it should to dry...

For the life of me... I still can't seem to make up my mind about certain things. It would be nice to have some plates and glasses but I can't find anything that does it for me. Between that issue and recent trips to Pier One and Bath&BodyWorks I would say I'm starting to become a full blown metrosexual. Now if only I had the balls to go get a pedicure...

For the most part, everything is coming together just in time for compnay. I have some minor last minute cleaning that can wait until Friday. I do need to go grocery shopping and would like to get a grill.

Yeah... That's all I have time to say for an update. I'm still hella-busy and waaaaaaay to stressed about the coming weeks. Maybe once Bev arrives I'll leave her the keys to come and go as she wishes while I check myself into the padded room facility.






 
I want my Beav TV...

T-Minus 5 days and counting... This entry is a conversation from a few days ago. This isn't a meme... it is an usus. We have had wonderful silly conversations about nothing for 6 going on 7 years. I hope the ones in person this next weak are equally as easy and laughable.

Biff... (3:31 PM) :
What time do you have to go to work...
Bev (3:31 PM) :
in roughly an hour.
Biff... (3:32 PM) :
Be or leave?
Bev (3:32 PM) :
leave..
Biff... (3:32 PM) :
So you have time to shower with me....
Bev (3:33 PM) :
I do.
Biff...(3:33 PM) :
Hahah... There is a beaver on TV pulling a tree across the ground... I've never seen something like that... LOL
Bev (3:33 PM) :
Okay then. *L*
Biff...(3:34 PM) :
Well... you can either shower with me or come watch my beaver...
Bev (3:34 PM) :
wash your beaver?
Biff... (3:35 PM) :
Watch...
Biff... (3:35 PM) :
We can wash beaver later.
Bev (3:35 PM) :
Is that a promise?
Biff... (3:36 PM) :
Yes. Does your beaver need a good scrubbin?
Bev (3:36 PM) :
Sure.
Biff... (3:36 PM) :
Hahah... I knew beavers gnawed on trees to build their dams... but I didn't know the ate sticks like corn on the cob and that is their main meal...
Biff...(3:37 PM) :
*makes mental note to scrub your beaver*
Bev (3:37 PM) :
dude.. did i read somewhere at some point that beaver was your state animal? how could you not know this?
Biff...(3:38 PM) :
I've only seen beavers in Montana...
Biff... (3:38 PM) :
And one in the bedroom.
Bev (3:38 PM) :
LOL Okay
Biff... (3:38 PM) :
But I got a better look at the one in Montana...
Bev (3:39 PM) :
I dont think I would have messed with the one Montana..
Biff... (3:39 PM) :
I shouldn't have messed with the one in the bedroom either.
Bev (3:39 PM) :
*puts all my drugs in my bag so i dont forget them*
Bev (3:39 PM) :
haha why not?
Biff...(3:39 PM) :
All 9 pills?
Biff... (3:40 PM) :
hahaha... Poor Beaver is getting chased by a bear...
Biff...(3:41 PM) :
There was nothing good about the beaver in the bedroom.
Bev (3:41 PM) :
other pills, too. I am a druggie.. yo


youre way into this beaver TV *L*
Biff...(3:41 PM) :
This is really funny.. Seriously...
Bev (3:41 PM) :
nothing at all?
Biff... (3:41 PM) :
What other pills, Dr. Kavorkian?
Biff... (3:42 PM) :
The beaver did make good meals... but I never got to eat the beaver.
Bev (3:42 PM) :
tricyclen
Bev (3:43 PM) :
the beaver was a good cook.. LOL
Biff... (3:43 PM) :
HAHA... Underwater cam... That tail and webbed back feet really makes them haul ass.
Biff... (3:43 PM) :
It was.
Bev (3:43 PM) :
youre insane.. seriously. LOL
Bev (3:43 PM) :
i am thinking youre the one on drugs.. here.
Biff...(3:43 PM) :
HAHA... Beaver meets skunk...
Biff...(3:43 PM) :
Why am I insane...
Bev (3:44 PM) :
because youre enjoying beaver tv.. too much
Biff... (3:44 PM) :
Duuuuuuuuude.. if you could only see my beaver, you'd be addicted to it, too.
Bev (3:45 PM) :
I've seen beaver before..
Biff... (3:45 PM) :
Not this beaver...
Biff... (3:45 PM) :
I knew it! Beavers make meadows... When the damn breaks... the water rushes out and voila!
Biff... (3:46 PM) :
You'll thank a beaver when you find your meadow...
Biff...(3:47 PM) :
No more beaver.
Bev (3:47 PM) :
do you know what my name means?
Biff...(3:47 PM) :
Apparently you can't leave it to beaver because the beaver will leave...
Biff... (3:47 PM) :
No?
Bev (3:48 PM) :
beaver meadow..
Biff... (3:48 PM) :
Mine means "The Great Healer"...
Biff... (3:48 PM) :
So Jason and Beverly becomes The Great Healer of the Beaver Meadow?
Bev (3:49 PM) :
something like that.
Biff... (3:49 PM) :
I can be a beaver doctor?
Bev (3:49 PM) :
smirk*
Biff... (3:49 PM) :
Dude... Rock out with your cock out.
Biff... (3:49 PM) :
I'm going to be the best beaver doctor in the world...
Biff...(3:50 PM) :
What other pills do you have to take to work?
Bev (3:50 PM) :
i think you must have had a good nap.
Biff... (3:50 PM) :
I did...
Biff...(3:50 PM) :
Sleep is great, but nothing cheers me up like a good beaver.
Bev (3:50 PM) :
tricyclen i told you.
Biff...(3:50 PM) :
You did say that? Birth control?
Biff... (3:50 PM) :
Orto-tricyclen?
Biff... (3:51 PM) :
Ortho..
Bev (3:51 PM) :
just tricyclen...
Biff... (3:51 PM) :
BC or no BC?
Bev (3:51 PM) :
before christ?

yes BC
Biff... (3:51 PM) :
Before children.
Bev (3:52 PM) :
beaver children?
Biff... (3:53 PM) :
I do have two big ol' front beaver teeth...
Biff... (3:53 PM) :
*widdles my own tooth picks from mighty oaks*
Biff... (3:53 PM) :
Widdle or whittle?
Biff... (3:53 PM) :
Is widdle a word, I wonder?
Biff... (3:53 PM) :
Hmmmmmmmmmmm..
Biff... Biff... (3:53 PM) :
Too much sleep...
Biff... (3:53 PM) :
Not enough beaver.
Bev (3:54 PM) :
whittle.. i think..
Biff... (3:54 PM) :
Me, too
Bev (3:54 PM) :
lets hope it doesnt rain.
Biff... (3:55 PM) :
Are you made of sugar?
Bev (3:55 PM) :
I am Lorna.
Biff... (3:55 PM) :
And why are you Lorna?
Biff... (3:55 PM) :
Lorna = mother of the beaver meadow?
Biff... (3:56 PM) :
Lorna = the head beaver in charge?
Bev (3:56 PM) :
you-Lorna..
Biff... (3:56 PM) :
I'm not Lorna...
Bev (3:56 PM) :
youre acting like her.
Biff... (3:56 PM) :
Lorna likes a good beaver movie?
Bev (3:57 PM) :
no, Lorna would say

Youre not sugar.. you wont melt"
Biff...(3:57 PM) :
I'm not sure if you are made of sugar or not... Give me 9 days and 5 hours and then let me have a lick or three...
Bev (3:58 PM) :
Okay.
Biff... (3:58 PM) :
Don't agree with that and then hold out on me...
Bev (3:59 PM) :
I wont.
Biff... (3:59 PM) :
I should document this as proof somehow and get it notarized.
Bev (3:59 PM) :
yes you should.
Biff... (4:00 PM) :
I'll work on that.
Bev (4:01 PM) :
Excellent. so it wont get done?
Biff... (4:01 PM) :
Maaaaaaaaan... ye of little faith.
Bev (4:01 PM) :
I just know things..
Biff... (4:01 PM) :
And that means...
Bev (4:03 PM) :
that you wont get it done. LOL
Biff... (4:03 PM) :
Something tells me there's a lot of things around here that won't get done.
Bev (4:04 PM) :
yeah probably. *L*
Biff... (4:04 PM) :
Like MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Bev (4:05 PM) :
it could happen.
Biff... (4:05 PM) :
Here we go with the maybes again.
Bev (4:06 PM) :
no more maybes.
Biff... (4:06 PM) :
Haha...

Bev (4:06 PM) : *click on link*
Biff... (4:07 PM) :
did you know it is harvest season around here?

Bev (4:07 PM) :
No i did not.. why?
Bev (4:07 PM) :
are you harvesting eggs?
Biff... (4:07 PM) :
My pink lamps are better
Biff... (4:08 PM) :
No... hahaha... I'm just saying that all the fields are being cut..
Bev (4:08 PM) :
youre very entertaining.. when youre perky.
Biff... (4:09 PM) :
I am?
Biff... (4:09 PM) :
Does it make you want to not go to work?
Bev (4:09 PM) :
Yes.... yes you are.
Bev (4:09 PM) :
yes..
Biff... (4:09 PM) :
I'm telling you... the beaver hit the spot.
Bev (4:09 PM) :
Apparently LOL
Biff... (4:10 PM) :
I should have recorded that to keep the blues away.
Bev (4:11 PM) :
haha Yes.. the beaver video is Jay's happy place.
Biff... (4:11 PM) :
I wonder where I can go find me a good beaver movie...
Bev (4:12 PM) :
discovery store...
Biff... (4:13 PM) :
It was the Discovery Channel I was watching... Hmmmmmmmmm
Bev (4:13 PM) :
I know things..
Biff... (4:13 PM) :
About beaver?
Bev (4:13 PM) :
Yup
Biff... (4:13 PM) :
Good... you can teach me.
Bev (4:14 PM) :
Deal.
Biff... (4:14 PM) :
Shake on it?
Bev (4:14 PM) :
Sure.
Biff... (4:17 PM) :
Okay then... Shouldn't you be bundling your beaver up to go to work?
Bev (4:17 PM) :
I am ready.
Biff... (4:18 PM) :
I'm not. I'd rather you stick around for a few days..
Bev (4:18 PM) :
you have things to do.
Biff...(4:18 PM) :
I do?
Bev (4:19 PM) :
yeah.. like work.
Biff... (4:19 PM) :
I should take a week off at somepoint.
Bev (4:20 PM) :
yeah.. you should...

any who.. I shall see you in the morning perhaps. Have a good night.. kisses

love you.
Biff... (4:20 PM) :
Okay... have a great week... *smooch*



PS... Consider this notarized. *smirk*

This patch of crisp white snow was yellowed by Jay at 8:40 AM /