Nicholas told me he was going to tear up another bathroom. Naturally I don’t approve of the idea, but after seeing the new blinged out bathroom downstairs I decided to help. I’m a helpful bear. Give me that hammer, this is one thing I was MADE for.
Also, Nicholas said he was going to post a picture of Pokin in the new bathtub. I don’t really get it, but here it is.
Despite being a bear, I consider myself more of a cocoa bear than a honey bear.
So I was somewhat disappointed that our garden was invaded with honeybees, not cocoa bees.
After calling around, my bud found someone willing to take care of the situation and relocate the bees to their new home on a ranch, far far away from here.
Goodbye bees! Good riddance! You may visit to fertilize the plants but then you leave!
Anyway when the bee guy was done he left us with some honeycomb.
Turns out the bees that DIDN’T get sucked into a transport box really liked to keep guard of their honeycomb, so we were too afraid to touch the pile for a few days. Live bees on a mission to protect their honey are probably prepared to sting the infiltrators. I wasn’t going to test that theory, I tell you that! Eventually though, we had to deal with the pile of honeycomb sitting in the garage. After all, we had to act before any army of ants did. You know what I like less than bees? Bees and ants in a sticky messy huddle.
Here is Nicholas draining the bag of honeycomb honey into a pot.
Ewww. Bees are gross. And honey is sticky and messy.
Get me far far away from that sticky icky mess.
That’s about as close as I need to get to this operation.
Ok I’m done with this. No honey needed for this bear. Honey is overrated.
I made my bud sneak out and silicon shut the water valve box in the dead of the night while the remaining bees were sleeping with even more silicon for a good measure.
These bees better not come back. And take your honey with you!
It’s been a while since I saved the universe as Commander Sumi Shepherd. As a dutiful guardian of the universe, I deemed it time to head to the skies to protect its denizens.
So I took up Elite : Dangerous. Now this is my kind of space game. I get to explore the universe and take down pirates. Sweet.
Well an awesome captain needs an awesome flight experience. The mouse and keyboard were not cutting it, so I busted out my bud’s wallet and ordered myself a Saitek X-55 Rhino. What I really wanted was a Warthog, but my bud said I’d have to use my bearbox money for that, which wasn’t happening. Saitek Rhino it is.
Delivery day came. I wanted to rest up for my upcoming battles so I told Peep to watch for the FedEx guy. It’s nice to have a minion.
I was in deep slumber when I heard Peep.
“Peep” said Peep.
My flightstick! We went out together, and there WAS a box at the doorstep.
Except that it was the size of Peep. Clearly not the flightstick. Weak. No more false alarms Peep! Wake me up only if there’s a big ass box.
“Peep.”
My flightstick! For real!
This is what we’re talking about.
Commander Sumi can now take to the skies in style!
Well.
It seems there’s been a conspiracy to conceal information about the level of force necessary to move and navigate a spring-loaded flight stick. Saving the universe is hard work! I’m exhausted manning the ship. Bud take over!
“Sumi, you were only on the stick for like 2 seconds,” said Nicholas.
As I was saying, extreme levels of effort and dedication are required to man my ships.
This morning my bud went out and got flowers and some patterned paper.
“Aww for me? You shouldn’t have.” I said. *No really you shouldn’t have. I’d rather have cocoa, *I thought.
“It’s not for you” said my bud.
As I tried to grasp the concept of gifts that weren’t for me, my bud started to explain the May Day Basket tradition.
Apparently it’s something my bud grew up with. They would hang paper cones of flowers on their neighbours’ door. It is, as my bud explains, a chance to give gifts anonymously without the expectation of reciprocation.
That’s a terrible idea. If I’m going to be a giving bear, I expect it to be known so I can reap the benefits.
Still, Nicholas was intent on building some baskets for our neighbours so that’s what we did. He cut out paper into cones.
I stuck Peep in one of them.
“Are you trying to give your bunny away?” Nicholas asked.
“I thought I’d just hang him on our door” I answered.
“Get Peep out of the basket” was all I got in response. We went over to admire the flowers instead.
And then the cones were made.
And it was time to deliver them to the neighbours.
I can’t believe all this effort and we don’t get any credit for it. Not sure how I feel about May Day, but Happy May Day I guess!
On Monday, my bud told me we were going to San Diego. “Business trip” he said.
“Road trip!!” I thought. Truth was, we were probably going only because some stray pollen got caught in my bud’s eyeball and swelled it up to the point he got annoyed. Well I’m not complaining. I like roadtrips.
We packed up the car with a box full of donuts, and then it was time to say goodbye to Peep.
“Now Peep” I said. “Road trips are for my bud and I only. So you stay here and I’ll see you when I get back.”
“Peep."* *Said Peep.
I left him in the care of Blanket Bear and got into the car with my bud to San Diego.
All was fine, we drove to San Diego, had dinner and checked into our hotel.
I was getting ready for bed when I heard some muffled sounds.
*Peep peep peep, *I heard.
It came from my bud’s backpack. Nicholas unzipped the side pocket and out came Peep.
“Peep.” Said Peep.
“You’re not supposed to be here.” said I.
“Peep.” Said Peep.
Well this conversation is going nowhere and we’re all here together now, so nothing to do but for my bud to tuck his bear and his bear’s bunny off to sleep.
The next day I wanted to go to the beach. “Take me to La Jolla Cove,” I said. It’s a high class beach and I’m a high class bear. Plus my bud used to work here and I was curious to check it out.
It was business as usual and I was getting selfies and pics with my bud –
And then Peep bunny jumped into my pics with my bud. PEEP!!!!
We’re going to need to have a talk when I get back.
My bud finally finished that bathroom. That was far far too long of an undertaking, and my gaming quality of life was severely impacted during the construction. FOR THE WORSE. But at least it’s done, and we can move on and put the past behind us. I’m a forgiving kind of bear. Especially when the new bathroom’s kind of badass.
So one more time, here’s the bathroom that was just fine the way it is:
And my blinged out new bathroom.
The only thing that could have made it better was if it had lasers. It should have had lasers! Nicholas!!!!!
I’d actually forgotten it was Easter until I overheard Nicholas asking Pokin if she’d gotten me any candy for Easter and I was aghast to hear they hadn’t.
?!?!? What!! This is absolutely an Enormous-Easter-Disaster in the making.
As I was feeling all upset about everything and trying to figure out how to sufficiently express my displeasure, I noticed the USPS truck pull up with a package. A package! With my name on it!
Forgetting about my Absolutely-Enormous-Easter-Disaster-In-The-Making for the moment, I went to make my bud open the package right away. And inside, I was excited to find out that my best bear bud’s mom is actually way more thoughtful than my bear bud and she’d sent me a package!
My very own Peep Bunny! And Easter candy! Easter-disaster averted!
That said, my bud is still on notice to pick me up some Cadbury chocolate eggs. And stat. My Peep bunny and I are in need of more easter goodies.
A couple weeks ago, my bud mentioned that he was planning to demolish the downstairs bathroom.
Good. I thought. Good riddance. Who needs bathrooms anyway? They’re overrated. This bear especially, has no need for bathrooms.
So I watched it get torn up. Then Erik come to visit and help tear it apart some more.
And a week later they still continued to tear this bathroom apart.
Just how long does it take to get rid of a bathroom anyway?
Then it dawned on me that they weren’t just removing the bathroom. They were actually trying to fix it up. And it was taking a long time. And during this whole time, my gaming routine was getting severely disrupted.
I tried to stage an intervention. I sat down to talk to my bud.
No avail. He still worked on that blasted bathroom.
So right now days into this “project” I’m still sitting here left to my own devices. So I decided to vent my frustrations by writing a song. This song’s for you bear bud.
adapted by Sumi Bear, video for your singalong purposes
There was a time when my bud was kind
And the cocoa was flowing
And his words were inviting
There was a time I felt top of mind
When the world was a game
And the game was exciting
There was a time
It all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When scores were high
And life worth living
I dreamed I fought; yelled battle cries
I dreamed that odds would be forgiving
Then I was young and too naive
And worlds were conquered, new skills added
There were no days I had to wait
No takedowns untaken
No time was wasted
But some people come one day
With their tools sprawled all asunder
As they tore my hopes apart
And they turned my dreams to dust
He left me sitting at my chair
He filled my days with endless waiting
He took the patience of this bear
And he was still gone when nightfall came
And still I dream he’ll come to me
That we will start our gaming sessions
This dream had really better be
Or there will be storms he cannot weather!
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
This bathroom has killed the dream I dreamed