Hunting buddies

Sunshine has had many hunting buddies over the years. There was Number One, who got Sunshine started down the road to obsession with feral pigs. There was the crew(s) from Lucid, Inc. There was Klaus, Sunshine’s kods, the State Trooper, a really tall (6’7″) dude I’ll call Shorty, there’s our friend in the next town over who I’ll call Mr T.

Last night, Sunshine went to hunt feral pigs. He went alone, but he didn’t stay alone.

Flop the cat followed him through the woods, up the ladder, and into the stand.

You’re welcome.


Everybody saw “aaaaaawww”

Yesterday was my Friday, so when I got off work I was really tired & sweaty & smelly & achy. I drove home looking forward to just hanging out with Sunshine, who had been cleaning the tile floors, putting the appliances in place in the kitchen, and moving things from the storage container sea-can thing down to the new house.

When I walked in, all tired & sweaty & smelly & achy, I was delighted. Its starting to look like the idea I had in my head. When I finally made my way back to the bedroom, I almost cried. Sunshine had moved our mattress in and remade the bed.

It don’t get no better than that, folks.

What the hell, Sunshine?

As I was going through all the junk drawers in the living room last week, I had to stop and shake my head from time to time. There was so much shit in my living room that does not belong in a living room that I almost scratched a hole through my skull trying to figure it out.

However, all of the tools and bullets and arrow tips and shit paled in comparison to this gem:

Why is there a bayonet in my living room? I guess I can see the logic in owning a bayonet, because obviously. Hella cool, amirite?

What I can’t figure out is why it isn’t on a rifle, where it belongs? Why is it in a spinning desktop organizer next to pens and business cards?

I’m sitting here with that damn Sesame Street song stuck in my head:

One of these things just doesn’t belong here,

One of these things is not the same

Thanks, Sunshine. I’m going to sing you that song when you get home from work.

Laws of physics

There are certain laws of physics that are commonly accepted as absolute truth. What goes up must come down. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The amount of stuffs one owns will automatically expand to fill any space it can find.

My dear sweet Sunshine, for all of his innate understanding of the physics behind arches, foundations, pier & beam construction, blast proof arms vaults, black powder shooting…

Well, it’s like he doesn’t understand these basic laws of physics.

What goes up must come down. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Sweatergawd he doesn’t understand that a light switch works two ways. The same can be said of toilet seats but I think that’s all men, so we’ll overlook that one.

Let’s ponder the light switches:

  • He is very good at turning on lights anywhere he goes
  • He has difficulty sleeping when there’s any light involved
  • He bitches about how high the electric bill is during summer
  • He has insisted on very efficient stuffs for the new house because
  • He is very interested in environmental conservation

Considering all of these factoids, one would think that he would be a terrorist nazi drill sergeant about lights being on in spaces that nobody is occupying. Yet every time I turn around, I am having to turn off lights that he has left on. I don’t understand it at all.

Check that off the list

Sunshine finished the fireplace.

It took 3 days.

It is exactly as big and overwhelming as I feared it would be, and I’m ok with it because at least it’s beautiful.

Rude Ass got my chicken shelf on the wall in the bathroom.

We also got the primitive medicine cabinet recessed into the walls, but had to remove it until after the tile goes on the walls.

It’s all so overwhelming that I have retreated into crochet and other creative projects in my spare time, which means I’m stash-busting like a motherfucker. I’m not allowing myself any new yarn until I’ve cleared out a significant portion of my stash, because I do not want to appear on “hoarders: buried alive”, and the repetition of crochet is as soothing to me as praying the rosary might be to a devout Catholic.


Yesterday, we went shopping for rocks.

They had some seriously awesome giant rocks that I wanted to take home and make into some kind of….. well, I never got that far since Sunshine wasn’t having it. Party pooper.

More specifically, we went shopping for the stone to finish the fireplace. We went to a fairly large, really well organized stone yard. There were aisles and everything, making this seem like the Walmart of rocks.

We had a specific fireplace design in mind.

They took us to the rocks that were closest to the picture. I didn’t think they were dark enough, but this fireplace is a monument to Sunshine’s ego Sunshine’s baby, so I kept my mouth (mostly) shut.

In the background, you can see the rocks I liked. The mix with a wide range of really dark to really light colors. In the foreground, you can see some seriously giant slabs of rock that Sunshine wanted to use for the mantel; but he really didn’t want to deal with the logistical headache of getting that fucker in the air to mount it, so he moved on to something more reasonably sized (I think you can actually see them in the middle distance, but I’m not sure).

They weighed the rocks, which was kind of cool to ponder. These rocks are sold by the ton, except when they’re sold by the piece; that started cooking my noodle so I just watched the really cool Toyota forklifts driving down the aisles of this Walmart of rocks.

Even though it looked like a small load, we definitely felt the weight of the rocks as we transported them home. We were grateful that the trailer brakes worked well, because that trailer with those little stacks of rocks is way heavier than it looks.

While I definitely wanted darker rocks for the fireplace, I can say that the ones Sunshine picked will go well with the tan and chocolate on the walls inside our house, so I’m most decidedly not mad at them.

I especially like the dark-ish ones he chose to top the hearth.

I think he and Biff will be starting on the fireplace tomorrow. Today, Biff is coating the bathroom in redguard waterproofing to make it a wet room. We’re going to be picking the tile for all that soon, and we’re going to see if Biff can set tile as well as he says he can. His knees are 11 years younger than Sunshine’s, so we’re hoping his ass can cash the checks his mouth has been writing.

I’ll have another photo dump soon, because things are happening fast (at the moment, anyway). Rude Ass has gotten more lights hung, he’s taken down the lights he previously hung and made decorative ceiling medallions to fully cover the holes the electrical lines pass through, he’s working on the trim around the ceiling…

We’re definitely getting into the fun parts of this build, so I’m hopeful we’ll be in the new house before summer sets in properly. I can’t handle much more temperature extreme (of any persuasion) in this RV.