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So our Sunday ended up being fun. I woke up at 8am and discovered Bear had been tinkering in the basement.
Bear has been DYING for an amplifier for these speakers he picked up from a hoarder’s house. Apparently on Saturday night he got impatient and decided to try making his own. We had the roofer come by at 10 (he showed up at 9:40 before I had a chance to wake Bear up). We then signed paperwork and gave him a pretty hefty check. We’ll get shingles and a dumpthingy on the 26th. We’ll get a new roof, new gutters, and ventilation for the roof on the 27th. Once he left, I started cooking. Mr and possibly Mrs Cranberry were coming over.
The recipe for this meal is from Smitten Kitchen. It’s fantastic. I would have preferred the barley instead of pearl cous cous, but Bear would only eat it if I made the substitution. Bear’s friend Mr Cranberry showed up, sans Mrs Cranberry. I gather she’s busy trying to finish up her PhD. Bear and Mr Cranberry played video games and chatted and watched youtube and anime snippets for hours. Just before Mr Cranberry left, I baked cookies. It was a pretty fantastic weekend. This coming weekend we are headed over to a friends for a “meat extravaganza”. Considering one of the hosts is a pescetarian, it might be a little interesting. Of course we are going though, Bear is excited. Not surprisingly the invite went out from the pescetarian (we know her better), but it was titled as her husband’s and her husband’s bff’s meat extravaganza. I’ve now said and typed meat extravaganza so many times this week that the term has lost any meaning it might initially had. We’ll see how long Bear and I last. Bear started talking in his sleep a little while ago. Mostly it’s just mutters that I can’t make out, but this morning was awesome. I am awake way way too early because we didn’t have the AC on and it got really muggy and hot. So after I went around and closed everything up and turned on the AC I went to lay back down. Bear put his hand out and I held it. Then he started giggling. While snoring. I started laughing too and he woke up a little bit and looked at me and smiled and started snoring again. A few minutes later he rolled over to snuggle me and started giggling again. Still while snoring. So I said “whatcha laughing about?” and he said “You said something funny in my dream.” and went right back to snoring. I tried to fall back asleep. I had gotten halfway there when he says something like “The Indians and the Chinese and [mutter mutter mutter] and they go WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE [mutter mutter mutter] and the Whites and [mutter mutter mutter] BOOOM” I cannot tell if he was telling a joke, talking about a war, or just blowing up the whole world in his sleep, but he seemed pretty happy? Of course then I wanted to share and now I won’t get back to sleep. Thank goodness it’s a Sunday and I could theoretically take a nap later. (Gilligan, I thought the title went with the tag for this post if only in my head. It’s from Cage the Elephant’s Aint No Rest for the Wicked.) Today is Bear’s Birthday. He turns 22 today. Bear’s life started out kinda tough. If you ever get to meet him, you should totally ask him about his life prior to age 16. He has amazing stories. Some of them might break your heart, but they are all worth hearing. I feel honored that I get to hear them.
Bear has a freakish memory. He can remember a ton of stuff. Sometimes it’s not stuff I would like him to remember, but if you ask him about the first computer to use a floppy disk, he’ll probably be able to tell you about it. If you ask him about the processor that he’s most interested in buying in the next 2 to 3 years, he’ll be able to explain to you in detail why he thinks it’s interesting and what it’s worth. However, he can’t remember where he left his slippers from one hour to the next. Sometimes I think he should have gotten a Ph.D because he would make an awesome absentminded professor. Bear has freakish senses. He can smell, see, hear, taste and feel things that I swear to you, 99.9% of the population does not have the ability to smell, see, hear, taste or feel. He has a high pain tolerance, but he’ll start saying ow at the slightest hint of pain. He is not stoic. Bear is a conundrum. He can be lazy and ambitious in the same moment. He has the most PECULIAR sense of humor. It isnt dry or crass or any of the normal kinds of humor that you run into. Often I feel bad for him because I am not a good audience for his jokes. Bear is a serious geek. That freakish memory of his doesn’t just have computer info in it. It also has anime and video game knowledge. (My mom and I made the creatures below after he asked for them. If you know what they are, comment and make his day.)
Bear knows how to cook amazing meals as long as they are only meat and starches. He is trying really hard to get better at cooking vegetables. He cares about our health and he cares about feeding us well. Bear tries to be a great husband. He is a great husband, but part of that is that he makes those attempts. It makes me feel very special and lucky that I benefit from this. Bear is a straight arrow. He won’t lie or cheat or steal or take someone else’s credit or betray his sense of right and wrong or take more than he is given for anything. He is extremely shy. This post is going to embarrass the hell out of him. I can’t wait. Bear loves his house and spends. countless. hours. trying to think of ways of improving the lawn, roof, curb appeal, decor, furniture. He likes cuddles. He hates getting up in the morning. He is always sweet when I have to wake him up. He sometimes will say “I’m awake” in the middle of a snore. He hates going to sleep at night. He has a blog, but he doesn’t post. He loves Pepsi with a dedication that is incomprehensible to me. He will talk about Pepsi the way that wine aficionados talk about vintages. His favorite Pepsi is from a can with real sugar. I got a flurry of IMs when Pepsi rolled out Throwback. He always says Grace before eating. He’s agnostic. Did I mention he’s a conundrum? He worries about zombies. He even owns a guide to surviving the zombie apocalypse. He’s never read it. He likes to say he’s “old as dirt”. Don’t listen to him. He’s been saying that for as long as I’ve known him. He was pretty young when we met too. I think this list ended up being more of a, how much of a riddle can one man be? The answer is Bear. Lame lame lame. I haven’t posted in a month? So random catch up blog ahoy!
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I know I haven’t posted lately, but trust me, Bear deserves some serious accolades and cheers. I know I’ve done Bear love posts in the past, but this post isn’t about me. It’s about Bear.
