5/15/2008

Half-Nekkid Thursday

This week's theme is THREE for the third anniversary.  I was having trouble coming up with something until the other day, it just hit me.  It hit me after the Stars third loss IN A ROW.  There is my three.  Three losses equals loosing my playoff beard as well.  I decided before the game if they lost I would shave.  So, here are three stages of my shavings after we got home.

1) The starting full playoff beard. 

2) Half-way gone.  Just got the pirate chops connected to the goatee.  I almost kept this one!

3) The final half-nekkid face.  Back to the good ol' 'burns n chops.

There is more to the story than just the three losses though.  The following day was to be White Portrait day for Nancy's Mother's Day gift.  I thought I would give her a little bonus third gift and shave.  I'm such a good son, when I want to be.  See the power of three for me?  Hey that rhymes!

Wanna know why I do this?  Go see Osbasso and Half Nekkid Thursday.

Since you're coming here for some Nekkidness today why not tell me where you're coming from?   

5/14/2008

Strange Bedfellows

I've found a new bed buddy!  It has been a while, too long actually.  This was very unexpected, as I was not looking for one.  But, hey! who am I a too look a gift horse in the mouth.  I was going to take some pictures of us together for HNT but they came out a little too graphic so I opted for the more tame version.  I highly recommend everyone get one.

 

Even though I usually prefer to sleep alone this is kind of fun having a snuggle bunny around. 

5/13/2008

Expired Time

This is another one of those dual meaning titles for me.  I was down South this weekend and get around to making me a snack from the Mother's Day leftovers.  It was late but I hadn't really had dinner and lunch was a long time ago.  BBQ leftovers are sounding really good.  I get in to the fridge and heat me up some meat.  Mmmmm, smells just as good the second time around.  I grab out some sauce to put on it and just as I am tilting up the bottle to put some on my plate I notice it.  THE DATE.  "Best if used by Oct07".  Ummm.  Yuck.  I toss the bottle in the trash and decide to eat my meat nekkid.  Not me nekkid, silly.  The BBQ sans sauce. 

Then I get to thinking.  If there is one bad bottle, there is probably something else in the fridges that have expired.  They kind of flock together like that.  Here is where my OCD comes in to play.  You know I like to clean.  I try to put the thoughts out of my head but they won't go away.  Dammit.  I won't say what the extent of the expired products were but when I was done more than one trash bag was full and the fridge was almost empty.

After work I jumped up and headed downtown to meet up with Bryan for the first home game of the Western Conference Playoffs with the Dallas Stars versus Detroit Red Wings.  We're down two games alredy but I have confidence in my boys.

 

Accidents on both sides of the road made progress slow.  I always wave bye to good ol' Texas Stadium when I pass now.

 

These trucks made me laugh.  The first one is BEAVER EXPRESS.  My dirty mind won't let that one get away.  The second was this purple fuel truck.  And what's that strapped to it's fender?  Yep.  A little gas can.  Made me laugh.

 

Pre-game ritual.  Bigdog was already there waiting since I was stuck in traffic.

 

You can't see it, but this girl was falling out all over the place with her whaletail showing off to all the gawking boys of the pub.  Big hockey man with a limp stick was another giggler for me.

 

The NHL took our seats and put us at the opposite end of the ice for this round.

 

Our seats are now the press box.

 

Our view of the ice.

 

We hit the Old Number Seven Club to hang out for a bit with the "Cocaine and Boobjob" crowd.

 

During the intermissions they had a bad-hair cover band playing the plaza.

 

I'll spare you my thoughts on the way the Stars played.

 

Yeah.  We sucked and lost the game.  Now it's "One and done" for the Stars. 

5/12/2008

Mother's wishes

Saturday I got up and cleaned a little bit around the house and played with Bacardi.  She always seems like she is starving for attention when people come over.  But it couldn't be further from the case.  Bryan and I dote on that damn dog.  She's spoiled to no end.  Come over and spend some time with her and you will see what I mean.  I do think she can sense the changes going on around the house with me moving out and Suze moving in.  You know there is not near as much boy-stuff and I'm sure she has seen the frilly pink shiney-ness that is about to be all over the house.

  

I got myself cleaned up, loaded up my flat tire, and headed in to town to seek out the Discount Tire.  I hadn't seen the place before but their website assured me it was only 8.9 miles from my house to the store.  I knew the location but haven't really gone that far down FM423.  There's a first time for everything.  I saw the town water tower before I saw the shop but sure enough it was there.  See?  You can believe everything you read on the internets!  I just proved it.

 

I got the Shumpymobile all checked in.  They were very nice about the whole thing.  And turns out because I opted for the road hazzard warranty I was getting a BRAND NEW tire for $17.99.  How cool is that?!?  I went outside to make a couple phone calls and plan where I was pleasantly surprised to look up and the water tower above me.  And in the Sun glare it looked, almost, like it said theElm.  Too funny.

5/10/2008

I'm Tire'd

Yeah.  I spelled that right.  It has a dual meaning for me.  This has been a long week.  Starting with hockey and will be ending with hockey.  In between lots of work.  I feel pretty good though because I got a lot done at the office.  Had to stay a couple late nights to do it, but at least I am treading water rather than drowning.

 

Unfortunately when I was getting off the freeway I have to come through some construction.  I musted have picked up a bolt, nail, or something.  The ass-end of the Shumpymobile got real 'loose' when I went to corner.  I knew right then I had a flat.  I thought I heard a pop.  But I wasn't real sure since I was also on the phone at the time.  Sure enough.  I pulled in to the parking lot and there was one dead tire on my back pax side.  I only drove maybe a block further when I figured it out.  That was enough to ruin the damn thing though.

 

I felt dumb, but I have owned this truck ten years and never changed a tire on the thing.  I guess that is fortunate thing *knock on wood*.  I'm not too proud to ask for help.  I called up our local mechanic and had him come out and put on a spare for me.  He just happened to have a full size one laying around so we didn't have to mess with getting the one out from underneath the truck.  And it bought me some time before I had to get a new tire.

 

The Burleson water tower.  The hospital in the distance.  I liked this shot because of all the flowers.

Having a little time was a good thing because I had some travels ahead of me and didn't need to be tied down.  I had to go to Cleburne to keep my promise of seeing a little one off to the hospital.  Walls is a lot further than I remembered it being.  But it has been a half a dozen years since I'd been out by there.  And yes.  Everything went smoothly with the out paient surgery.

 

After I saw that every thing was going smoothly and everyone was going to be fine I made my way Northward to the office.  Lucky for me they were painting the other side of the Interstate.  It was backed up ten miles going South.  Yuck.

 

After a nicely productive day at the office I was able to head home to watch the Sun set.  I cut out a little early to make it over to Discount Tire and get my spare fixed.  Nosuchluck.  With traffic I made it just in time to see them turn away the guy in front of me.  All their bays were still full and it was quitting time.  I sure wasn't going to ask them to stay late on a Friday night.  I know I wouldn't want to!

I made a few phone calls to see if any one was up for a local happy hour(s) while I was on this end of the world.  No luck.  Every one was either busy or didn't answer.  So I headed up to theElm to pack another load up for storage.  Just my luck.  I pull in to the house and that is when the phone starts to ring.  "Come out and play Shumpeh!"  Dammit.  It was Colby and BC.  Where were you guys an hour ago?!?! 

It seems they weren't the only ones just now checking out their phones.  I got several more call through out the evening wanting to see where I was and if I was out.  Nope.  Sorry folks, it's still a one shot deal for a couple more weeks.  I have a little window to be caught in before heading out to theElm and then Shumpy is put up for the night.

Oh well.  I did need to pack up the wardrobe and catch up on my L&O's.  Tomorrow as going to be a long day of packing, fixing tires, and apartment hunting.  None of which I want to do.

Quote of the day

"You can't be jealous of someone else playing with your toy when you never use it.  Someone might as well be having fun with that thing" -Anon. 

This one also has a dual meaning for me.

5/8/2008

Half-nekkid Thursday

Today's HNT post is introducing my new friend with benefits.  Tri is a little hardbody who is ready for just about anything.  She is like me and will disrobe at the drop of a hat.  I find her a little cold but that's ok, I've been around colder.  She doesn't talk much but will always listen to what ever I have to say.  I find her always looking at me too, picturing me nekkid I'm sure.  Which is kind of nice to have some one that gives you those looks.  And she likes the whole photography thing.

 

These are a couple that she shot of me for HNT.  You'll have to click on them to see the real way she looks at me.  I didn't post those because they are very NSFW.

I'm trying to get Tri to let me post some HNT shots of her.  We'll see if I can't reveal her later on today for those who need to see something other than Shumpy's bum.  Cause she is always ready to spread those legs for me.  And I always say "Try as you may, try as you might.  Tri will be down for that tonight."

Wanna know why I do this?  Go see Osbasso and Half Nekkid Thursday.

Since you're coming here for some Nekkidness today why not tell me where you're coming from?   

5/7/2008

Happy Birthday Malynda!

What day is it again?

That hockey game has totally screwed up my schedule.  It is going to take me a bit to get back in the groove I think.  But it was worth it.  Nah.  I KNOW it was worth it.  But it got me to thinking.  The last couple of weeks have been so social for me but not with my old krew.  I haven't seen them in weeks.  It has been work, prepping for Buffett, work, Buffett, work and family.  My life has a daily routine that doesn't change too much, with the exception of my afterhours social stuff. 

A day in Shumpy's life goes pretty much the same as far as work goes.  Seriously.  Daily it's the same thing.  The times and places may change but it's about the same day in and day out where work is concerned.  And as far as sometimes they don't see what I do or the whole coinpusher machine thing goes... I get it done.  So I'm pretty happy with the whole thing.  Plus, getting to see the brothers on a daily basis is priceless.  If I ever complain it's just out of frustration with other issues. 

I'll walk you through a typical day for me.  I get up, times vary, but it all remains pretty much the same.  Some of it may be too much information but here goes :

I roll out of bed.  Hit the head.  The next stop is the fridge for a juice and then it is off to Darth to login and check work's email.  From there it is responses and phone calls to make sure the whole thing is running smooth.  A few more emails and calls then it's to the showers to get cleaned up and go in to the office.  Somewhere in there I like to hit up the sites I work for and post some content and get out spam to my readers. 

Then it's my lovely hour drive in to the LC (Las Colinas) to work.  Most of this time is spent on the phone with the calls that couldn't be done in my first hour or so getting ready.  From there it is answering more calls and catching up with what ever has been faxed in to me in the last twelve hours.  If I'm lucky it isn't much.  Then I usually make a lunch run, if I didn't do it on my way in.  Cause the boys in the office are always hungry.  Lunch starts anywhere from 10AM to 2PM, just depends on who is hungry first.  If I'm lucky I'll get the top two things on my to-do list done a day before the coinpusher starts. 

Then before you know it, it is time to run errands and make sure packs go out and I've got everything, myself, packed up to go back and work on at the house.  Then insert what ever social event I have planned for the evening.  After that is finish, usually runs late, I get back and can finish up what I'm working on all to start all over again in the AM.  What a week.

 

This was my view for about three hours.  Clean.  Shred.  Empty.  Repeat.

Jo-jo is right, it is easier to work when there is no one in the office.  I found this out today when I stayed late.  There were no errands to run and I was on a mission.  I had some hard-copy files that needed to be cleaned up.  I am no where near taking this office paperless, and it won't happen because of the government, but I would like to get everything electronic soon.  I stayed and got rid of so much bullshit it felt good.  It was after 10pm when I finally headed out to theElm.  Man, what a day.  Lucky for me I like to clean.  I did stay as long as I could until forms started to get blury.  That's a good time to drive an hour home, right?

 

The back of my desk has a little personality to it.  Almost Southwesty.  You notice the Dallas Stars towel, Amber's graduation invite (which I can't go to), a wedding invite, then you have my toys.  First are pictures of Bryan, Tim, and me on the cruise boat.  Then me, Nathan and the boys at his bachelor party.  I've got my TMNT, Stars puck, ninjas, pirate, mexican wrastler, and my duckie that Q gave me.

 

Below my desk is a mess, you KNOW I like it neat, but there is no place to put the wires.  And my purple thumb-drive, little bitch holds 2GB and sync's well.  You'll notice how clean my desk is.  This is after I got everything off of it before going home.  The other thing you want to see is the phones on the left.  One VOIP, one landline, and my cell.  At any point in the day, one of them is ringing.  So, when I don't answer your call - it is because one of the others is hooked to my head.  Yeah, that is SnakeEyes on my background.  I can't wait for the new G.I. Joe movie.

 

It all worked out well.  I was home before midnight and only had a little bit to pick up then got to walk and hang out with Bacardi.  I keep telling her that I only have so much time left up here at theElm.  She just gives me that look like "You're doing what?  Where are you going?  You are being too nice.  I suspect something."  Heh.  If only you understood human-speak babe.  I'll be back to visit you.  Then it was off to bed. 

Rinse.  Repeat.  Rinse.  Routine...

5/6/2008

5/5/2008

Hockey is EXHAUSTING!

I'll try to catch up the last couple of days here from the weekend but it has been mostly Dallas Stars Playoff Hockey for me this past week.  Hell, I'm exhausted from just being a loyal fan.  I can't imagine how the actual players and coaches feel.  Hang in there Stars, we're almost to the CUP.

 

I know it's not PC but it makes me giggle : Lock it down and the X-files version.  Thanks Tobin!

 

Friday at work felt busy but unproductive.  The top of my pile of to-do list never has one number one.  Everyone wants theirs first.  I can't tell you how many times a week I hear "when's this going to be done?" and then it is followed by "before you do that, make sure this gets done today".  Lucky, my positive attitude I just laugh and get it done.  But it reminds me of one of those quarter coin pusher machines you see in gas stations and arcades.  You know?  Where you put a quarter in and hope a whole bunch more are knocked off and you walk away richer.  Well this is sort of like my desk, except the getting rich part.  Stack more stuff on and something is bound to get knocked off.  Of course, what ever that thing is was probably one of those number one's on my to-do list at some point and will resurface when it is about due.  Or worse over due.

After work I met Greggo up at the house to watch the Stars game FIVE.  We settled in for a late start but what should be a win.  Notsomuch.  Dammit. And in OverTime too!  Stars lost 3 to 2 to the Sharks and that pretty much put a damper on the evening.  Plus, it was already late and I have a long day tomorrow.

 

I got my help from Mr. Stormtrooper.  He's not much on heavy lifting.

I got to actually sleep in, just a bit, on Saturday.  It really wasn't like sleeping in since we were up so late but, I'll call it that to make myself feel better.  I began to pack up some more of my ancillary stuff that I don't/won't use on a daily basis.  It is surprising to me, even will all my gypsy-like moving, how much crap I still have.  I go through the boxes on every move and toss out a little, but the majority stays.  And I have a hellofalot of collectible stuff. 

 

You have all seen our garage.  I started pulling down the 'Wall of Fame'.  It brought a tear to my eye.  I'm gonna leave the dartboard because he'll get more use out of it than I will.  But the putting green's gotta go with me.  There are a lot more things that just 'sit' around the house that I am sure he is going to notice missing.  I'm betting he doesn't notice I packed up Leia and Stormy from the living room until he is off this weekend (no fair if you're reading this B!).  I shoved what else I could in the back of the Shumpymobile and headed South for the evening.

 

The evening was supposed to be nice and lazy but I got hit with a little drama even before I'd made it out of Denton County.  Nothing that couldn't be resolved over a couple beverages and some calm, rational thoughts.  I figure drama is something like a nuclear reaction.  The more you feed it the more it is going to grow, and then get out of hand.  Just watch.  You see someone start up the drama-bomb and I'll be running or taking cover.  I am not saying I can't defuse a situation, but some times it is just simpler to wait and come clean up afterwards.  I mean, I am good at cleaning up mess', right?

Sunday it was up and cleaning.  With a little work sprinkled in, but very little of the confuser.  For some reason it takes a lot more out of me to see something dirty than to just go clean it up or pick it up.  Seriously.  There is something wrong with me and I am sure that I should seek some kind of counseling for my OCD behaviors.

 

The drive in to downtown from the South.  Nice change of view.

 

Going up past the old City Hall and the JFK memorial.

 

Right across from the liqour store the Po-po stopped to 'ask' some of Dallas' finer citizen's why they were running from him.

 

Any way.  I won't bore you with all the drive pictures you can go to flickr for those.  It was off to meet BigDog at the Pub for our pre-game ritual warm-up.  Mmmmmm.  There's GOLD in there!

 

That isn't snow or a dirty lens.  It is all the fuzz coming off the rally towels.  If you have allergies, this isn't the time to be going to the games.  Lot's of flash and bang for your buck though.

We got to the game in plenty of time to do a little shopping and get to our seats.  We just prayed for actual fans that were cool to be sitting around us.  The last couple of games, even the playoffs, have been pretty crappy people.  Please baby Jesus make our seatmates knowledgable, cool, and Dallas Stars fans (and Jeebus, it's ok if she's hot too).

 

There is a lot to the pre-game festivities in-house.  Everyone gets a rally towel.

 

The prayers were partially answered.  There was the green-headed screamer-guy.  Nice looking girls around.  Then, look close, fucking Sharks fans.  Smack dab in the middle of the row.  Brave boys.  Brave boys.  And they were talking SMACK too!  This second mope buying beer from our row had no idea how to act at a professional sporting event.  Seriously.  There was talk of pushing baby-bladder-drunk-boy over the edge (he would later fall and crush the guy under him!).

 

Greenhaired boy loved having his picture taken.  The girl directly down in front of us (in OUR real seats!) had cut up her ONE OF A KIND Game One Souvenir T-shirt in to something that a valley girl would wear.  Almost had to show her my secret fashion-police badge and ask her to leave.  But I refrained and decided at least her boyfriend had a good choice picking up our seats from the NHL.

 

Bry and I at the game.  More game.  I'm not going to bore you with all 300+ pictures I took in the LONGEST GAME EVAR but there are some good shots out there.  I can't believe we made it to the very end of a record breaking game.  I was part of history!!  How cool is that?  Some quick pictorial highlights for you though :

 

Inappropriate standing-girl, who thought I was taking pictures of her butt.  No lady.  Stand on a big play, not the whole game.  Your butt is in MY way.  Green haired guy with his cape.

 

Finally put some scores on the board.  But from here on out it was one nerverackingsumbitch!  Gerrrr.

 

Inappropraitely dressed girl cracked me up everytime she went up and down the stairs.  This chick had on a skirt that barely covered her cooter, let alone her ass!, and she was on the very top row with her boyfriend.  I saw more husbands and boyfriends in our section get a slap or nudge from their SO's as she went up and down.  I mean, damn!, you can see up the thing whether she is coming or going and we're guys.  We have to look.  Plus, you know she's an attention whore at heart.  No one goes out looking like that with out wanting the stares.  You notice Bryan was an OAK never turning his head though?  Heh.  *pointing and laughing*  He's getting married.  Not me any time soon.  Oh.  And if you must know... blue t-backs thong.

Going in to the second half of Period Six they come on and tell us there is a big hole in the Trinity River Bridge and it's closed both East and Westbound.  Dammit.  I was going home that way!  The intermissions were killer down time.  It really did wear on you.  I can't believe how much fight was left in both teams at the end.  Both played a hell of a game.  I was glad to be there and got to do it with my best friend to boot.

 

The start of Period Seven, the record breaker.  Then FINALLY!  STARS SCORE!!! Game over!  We're going to the next round!!

 

Those guys from San Jose were pretty beaten down.  The teams crossed the ice and it was official.  Stars are going against the Red Wings.

 

One more shot of inappropriately dressed girl.  I swear she was walking that fast so you could get a better look-see.  The ladies behind us were nice enought to get a shot with us in front of the game winning scoreboard.

The whole place was NUTS.  It was a mini-riot all the way back to the bus.  I couldn't believe how late it was too.  Rodney had just enough time to get us to the Pub before they closed at 2am.  The lovely waitress was waiting by the curb to hand us our still open tab and put one more on it for the road.  Come on folks!  It's an ok one for the road.  We've been sitting thirsty for six hours now.  Trust me, it was much needed at this point.

Fast forward an hour and half later I walk in to hit the bed at 3:30AM.  And I've got to work later.  I won't say tomorrow or in the morning because IT'S ALREADY MORNING.  All worth it though.  I'd do it again to the end too. I've only left one game early and it turned in to another record breaker and deal breaker.  Record breaker for the Stars that is and deal breaker for the girl that HAD to leave, which meant I had to take her home.  But that is another story for another time.

5/2/2008

5/1/2008

Half-Nekkid Thursday

Today's a little boring, as far as nekkid-Shumpy goes, because I've been a little busy.  That and it's hard to get the self-shot angle just right with out showing a little too much.

  

This is me going to the Stars game and at the game relaxing.  You'll notice no brace before but I have to have it on to do the walking required at the game.  The ankle is close to getting all healed, I just need to stay off it.

Wanna know why I do this?  Go see Osbasso and Half Nekkid Thursday.

Since you're coming here for some Nekkidness today why not tell me where you're coming from?   

5/1/2008

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