It's Raining Men

Sorry for no photo but there just hasn't been much to photograph lately. I have also been at a loss of things to write about in recent days. You know about 2 or 3 weeks ago I had that great surge in motivation and energy, which i realized today coincided with that warm spell in the weather. Unfortunately, with the recent sickness and returning cold, my enthusiasm has plummeted about as fast as the mercury. However, today was not too bad of a day and I did accomplish a little on the siding but nothing major enough to warrant photos. I also spent a good bit of time splitting firewood today because I won't have any time for that after I go back to work. So, getting to the title of this post; I'm sure you are wondering...
Recently a new reader asked about "all the mysterious men" in my life. Now, don't freak, I'm not going to go into details but I thought I might do a run down because I've noticed I have several new readers lately and some may be confused about who is who.

Edit: if I dated any of these men, then I say that in their description. If I don't put that in there, then I have not dated or had any physical relations with them. This includes most of the men I work with, the BFA and the Switchman. They are friends only!

First, we'll start off with Allen. Now, he is a man I've known for years and that I used to live with but we broke up about 2 years ago? Something like that. He was a major factor in this house being built as he did most of the framing, plumbing and electrical. I'm very fortunate that he has been such a good sport to always help me but we have always been good friends and I guess, always will. And I have helped him quite a bit too! He is actually now, my next door neighbor but there is a lot of land between us so no one would really know. I do eventually tell any guy I date seriously that he lives nearby and so far, no one has really objected. I have often wondered if that little situation would ever be a big issue for anyone.

Cat Daddy is a guy I know through work that I have dated some and we remain friends. We keep in touch and still have dinner occasionally. We are good buddies but again, just don't have enough in common for anything lasting. That's one of the problems I have: I love blue collar men but often don't have enough common interests or they find many of my beliefs weird. Like my hatred of Wal-Mart. Anyway, when I'm feeling down or have some good news, I call Cat Daddy because he's my sympathetic ear and vice versa. We are each other's 'shoulder to cry on'.

Little Rabbit is a guy I used to date years ago and who has recently been calling some since he got divorced. I don't care to get back together with him but he is okay to talk to once in a while.

Daddy Rabbit is one of the superintendents that I have worked for the most and a dear friend also. He is somebody I can go to for advice or when I have a problem and who has been a great help to me in my career. And in case you're wondering, yes, he is married but I've known his wife for years too and like her a lot. He is quite handsome though and one of those people whose eyes actually twinkle when he laughs.

The BFA is the Big Fancy Architect that helped me design this house. He is a very well-known commercial architect and we have become pretty good friends over the years. I've never actually built one of his commercial buildings but have done a lot of other work for him. I think he likes me because it gives him someone to fuss with and I'll tell him to kiss my ass when he gets on my nerves.

Head, Anthony, Steve and Hippie are some of my best work buds and we have an absolute blast on jobs together. Head and Hip are on this job I'm going to, so it should be a lot of fun.

Fred is the man I got my land from. He is an older gentleman that was born and raised in this town but moved away to work. He returned here after he retired and bought this land. We became friends after he came into my shop and we discovered that we both have art degrees and do pottery. Fred doesn't have any family of his own so Allen and I help him out and try to do whatever he might need assistance with. Oh! I forgot to mention! Fred's Birthday was Sunday; he just turned 83 or 84? Which is it Fred? I forget. Hell, I can't hardly remember how old I am. Anyway, Happy Birthday Fred!!




*The Weather Girls