Sofa King Awesome

Please, no worries mate, unless your name begins with
X, yes of course you will be on the list.

This is the first post of a series I have planned called well, look at the Title. My life, the first part of the series is a short bio of each of my friends and aquaintaces. The first on my list, is Detlef, or Lestar, as he uses as his alias. I'm going to use first names only and they can be real or made up. Detlef will be my first because he is special. We have known each other for I think seven years now. We share drinks and our thoughts about our family's, our jobs and our struggles with life. Our time together is very special to me. Our backgrounds are so different but our lives are so close to each other. The bond between Detlef and I is like no other. We have never met in person. We have only chatted online and, the kicker is, neither one of us are speakers of the others language. Detlef was born, grew up and currently lives in what was once East Berlin.
He has a job with a software firm, in a nice office in Berlin. He is married to the beautiful and kind Carola and has a loving daughter in her teens. I think he misses Lenin. He is a very special friend and I thought he should be first. Someday we will meet.







Detlef is in a "Happy Place"

Welcome, wilcomen to the home improvement update. You recall that my bathroom was in dire need of repair.
http://sofakingawesome.blogspot.com/2005/07/fourty-five-thousand-for-soap-dish.html
Well, not only did the renovation begin, it's going along quite well. I hired my friend Bill to do the job. Now before you assume you know who Bill is, it's not the one you think it is, regardless who you think it might be. It's my friend Bill, the contractor, not the Bill the Proctologist, not Bill my bro in law, not Bill the weird guy at work.





First was the dumpster in the side yard.












Then things are torn down to the bare studs.
This is where my bathtub / shower was.













Remember the sink and the hole in the wall?
All gone...












I put together this makeshift shower in the basement.












Yes, I'm really taking a shower here.










This is our commode. Under the seat, is a removable bucket with a lid. We don't use it to pee, that's what the back yard is for. Yes, we have to poop here. I use the facilities at work during the week. The weekend however, is a bit too long to hold it.










We have to empty the bucket somewhere!

OK, I deleted the post that was here. Why? Well it was stupid. That's why. It added nothing to the texture or body of the blog. It was just stupid.

I have developed, 0ver the past month or so, a craving for veggies. Yes, this alone is strange, but, it seems I am mostly craving green beas. Snap Beans, what ever you wanna call them. The same basic stuff that I absolutly hated as a child, but of course, they were canned green beans.
Fresh ones are a gift from God, or Dog if your are Lyxdesik. I steam a huge handful every night and garnish with a small pat of butter and seasoning salt.
OK I have corn on the cob as well, but this IS New England, and while the sweet corn is fresh, you gotta eat it every night.
It's actually required by law. I think. I know I saw that somewhere. Yeah, I did.

This post was originally a comment in reply to a comment in the previous post.
I said hell, I spent more than five minutes putting it together, I might as well use it as a post.

Here is what Frennzy said in the comment.

I *could* go back to my blog, and come up with links to ALL the crap you gave me about not posting more often. I *could* rub it in your face and say "I told you so! I told you so!" I *could* mention that you don't even have to maintain your own website, so writing should be that much easier (blogspot, indeed).Yes, I *could* do all those things, but I won't.Instead, I'll give you a topic, and you can expound on it at length.Your Topic:"Janis has nice sweater meat."Discuss.
8:53 AM

So, here is my reply.

The topic is not really open to discussion. I mean her chesticles are beyond reproach. I suppose the only thing you could say is that they might perhaps be too large. To this I say piss posh, tish tosh. What ever the hell that means. Those hindenburgs are just perfect. A better set of wonder twins does not exist. I have another 30 or 40 discriptive words for boobs. Here are a few:
Babaloos
Boy Bait
Chachabingos
Charlie's Angels
Dagmars
Eisenhowers
Flesh Melons
Front Porch
Gazongas
The Gland Canyon
Golden Bozos
Grand Tetons
Headlights
Hug Bumps
K-12 & Everest
Laurel and Hardy
Lip Fodder
Magnificent Pontoons of Love
Mammalian Protruberances
Mammary Lane
Mickey and Minnie
Nenes
Oppenheimers
Pirate's Dream
Pointer Sisters
Rotundas Grandes
Running Lights
Sigfried And Roy
Smith and Wesson
Squaw Valley
Sultanas
Tatas
Tig Ol' Bitties
Two Puppies in a Burlap Bag
I could go on and on but the end of the alphabit grows near, and I grow weary of cutting and pasting.

Well I think that should take care of things for a month or so!
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Just checking in to let you know that I'm still alive. Been really busy lately. Too busy to post to the blog? Well, I dunno, It's just that writing does not come naturally to me so I can't just stop by and poop out three or four paragraphs. I struggle with each and every word. So, there you go. I would love to stop by more and ramble for ten minutes or so but alas, it is not me. I'll make an effort to come back every few days and appologize for not being here more often. I promise.