Sep 04

Bring On The Fall

I’m serious. I know that Mrs. B and I don’t share passion for the same seasons, but we are passionate in many other ways (I mean sexually and in the ways of steak), so it doesn’t really matter about all of that getting colder/warmer bullshit.

She loves the summer and the heat. I sweat like a rapist in a Walmart parking lot when it hits 26C/80F. Yes, I said that as a joke, and also as a dig at Walmart for not taking the proper security measures when it comes to the safety of it’s patrons.

I, on the other hand, enjoy a more temperate clime than the Caribbean, so autumn or spring are ideal for myself. I wish it weren’t so, but it is, and we just have to deal with it.

Another thing we had to deal with is the last long weekend of the summer.

We lucked out, and Mrs. Birdman only had to work until early afternoon on the Saturday, so Mr. Brady and I took off early to get a start on the weekend. We got to the camp at about 10 or 11 in the morning, and I suppose we started drinking as soon as we pulled the cooler out of the truck. Blue took off for a hunt as soon as he heard the beers being opened, because he knows he’s going to start getting blamed for things like shitting on the floor of the outhouse or pissing in the barbeque.

After we got some things set up, we went scouting around in the woods for an adventure. We didn’t find it, but we did manage to shred our legs up pretty good on the raspberry canes that were littering all of the trails we were blazing.

When our womenfolk finally showed up, we played around with getting the generator running, and after several failed attempts, we Googled that shit. Within five minutes we were up and running, and with a joint effort between Mr. Brady and Mrs. B, we were feasting on steak, fresh veggies and baked potatoes. There was also a side of fried mushrooms and onions, and they were awesome. Portobellos and white mixed in together give it that little extra to push an already good thing into greatness. We drank until quite late at night, and it was odd, but I went to bed with a pounding hangover headache. I guess maybe I was dehydrated, but I thought that the few margaritas that I had would have replenished my missing electrolytes that the beer had leeched from my system.

The photography started the next day, so I guess we’ll get to that part of the story.

This is where we went to freshen up and enjoy some sunshine. I obviously am showing Mr. Brady what the treetops are like up north.

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Aug 28

The Build Up – Part One

Before getting our shaves and haircuts, we grabbed a coffee next door to John’s at The Human Bean. They are a locally owned coffee shop that serves all kinds of delectables. Check out their site, or just go down. They are a great place to relax, and they serve all kinds of Fair Trade and organic coffees.

Sebastien from SA Photo accompanied us around for the moments leading up to the big event, and did a fantastic job of capturing these wonderful moments. Thank you, Sebastien.

We started out here, in downtown Cobourg, and during the busker festival.

You can feel the excitement building.

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Aug 21


Yes, Old Beaner turned another page in her life, and can now legally buy liquor in the US. Remember when that was a big deal? For me it really was. After I turned twenty one, I went to an Amway conference in Philadelphia. I thought I was going to be the King shit of turd island, what with me legally being able to buy the booze.

I was so wrong. It turns out the bartender at the hotel we stayed at didn’t give two shits about how old we were. So much for me being the big man on that trip. I just stayed the same loser I’d always been. Amway rocks!

I’m rambling, so let’s go back to Princess Beaner and her wonderful party.

I was home for the first while, because I had been called into work for a few hours, then I stopped to visit a friend who had helped me through some hard times, while she was recovering from surgery in the hospital. By the time I got home, my beautiful bride was ready to go to the party. I decided to wait for gadget to pick me up at a later time, because I was filthy, lazy, and really needed to relax a little.

As I was patiently awaiting his arrival, I started receiving texts from my lady, and because I’m a visual person, I will try to send some visuals to you. I am putting the actual quotes in below the pics. These are what I said out loud as I got them. I don’t know why I was yelling out British sayings in a Cockney accent, but sometimes I do weird things.

Quit laughing, it’s not as if you’ve never done shit like that.


Mrs.B : Hi 🙂

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Aug 07

So that was the long weekend, huh?

I don’t even remember when it started.

I guess it was Friday that I rented a little excavator to run some drainage ditches through the backyard and dig the holes for the sonotubes to put the deck on.

Cute, huh?

I started as soon as I got home, because my sweet baby was going to Preston Springs with Gadget, Penny, Beaner, and Stanley. I worked until dark, then grilled a couple of steaks that we were going to eat the day before, but didn’t quite get around to. Blue kept me company for awhile, then decided that he was going to shred the garbage in the bedroom while I was blogginggoing through Google+ to find funny and awesome things to share with the Facebook page. I’ve figured out some really cool ways to get more action on the blog’s page, and it’s even brought a few more “likers” there as well. Continue reading

Jul 24

Out Of Focus

That’s a double entendre.

I’ve been trying to come up with a decent post about my beautiful new bride, and how much I admire her. The thoughts were there, but the catalyst was missing. Well, I guess catalyst isn’t exactly the right word, but I thought it would make me sound a little bit smarter. Good luck with that, right? Maybe vehicle would be the proper term I should use, but no, that’s probably not right either. Oh bother , let’s just never mind and get on with the story.

Okay, I got to be the assistant for a wedding this weekend. This was my first time ever being a real assistant for a real wedding, so it was pretty exciting. The other cool thing was that I knew a few people there, and I got to use a camera. Seriously.

After a crash course in using a pro camera, I was sent forth to catch the “B” game. I believe that just means snapping all kinds of pictures behind the scenes, and hoping you get one that is usable. I only say that because Mrs. B said to me as I was looking woefully inadequate with my new tool, “You can’t screw anything up. It doesn’t matter if you even get one photo, you’re just there as the “B” game so don’t worry about it.” Continue reading