Hooray. Horray. It’s the first of May. Outdoor fucking begins today!

As “Bill S” and “Jingle” have recently commented, it’s Mayday and time for our traditional Mayday post. This is our 10th annual Mayday outdoor fucking post and it’ll be 80 degrees here in the Ozarks this afternoon – so what could be better than some neckid outdoor fucking? Special thanks to “Kent” for sending a whole bunch of pics – some of which we’ve used in this post. Happy Mayday guys!

We got the boats out of storage Friday afternoon and took the kids and dogs for a long ride out on the lake. It was 85 degrees with full sunshine and we had a great time. Even Daisy, the newest k-9 member of our group thought it was great fun (after she got her “sea legs” and figured out she wasn’t in imminent danger of being swept overboard). We’re anxious for the Lake water temp to warm up a bit more so we can be “in the lake” instead of just “on the lake”!

OH !

“Oh, oh, oh
It’s magic, you know
Never believe it’s not so”
…song by Scottish pop rock band Pilot, written by band members Billy Lyall and David Paton.

Five years! Could it possibly be FIVE years? No!
But, yes. It is. Five wonderful, happy, event-filled, glorious years with the man I love – and family and friends and puppies and a life that’s just “magic, you know.”
Dub is spending the night with Travon tonight and David and I had a fabulous dinner at Lydia’s… followed by some of the best sex two guys have ever had. Obviously, we don’t know what the future holds, but of this we’re certain: When we said “till death do us part” in our wedding vows, we meant it… and still do… and always will.
Special thanks to Beto for remembering our special day – and to Jingle and Ray for their best wishes. We love you guys! xoxo Ben and David

Dude. Nice fuck face!

I guess I’ll call this the third (and I promise final) episode of the Northland gang’s Memorial Day week at Table Rock lake. I won’t go into a lot of detail, but there are a couple of things I’d like to tell you.
By Tuesday, the group was a lot smaller. There was just David, Dub, Austin, Travon, Rick, Keon and me when the grandparents arrived. The grands moved into the condo that Ty and Damien left when they went to Houston for Damien’s fathers’ funeral.
So, we went into Kimberling City to stock up on food (and drinks) for the rest of the week. Austin was still bummed about not going to Houston with his dads… but Dub let him use his I-Pad so he could scype every day with them. We mainly spent the week on the lake, boating and swimming and water skiing and wake boarding. One day we went to Silver Dollar City and the kids had great fun riding the rides they were “tall” enough to ride. The grandparents aren’t all that excited about boating and swimming, but they had a great time playing canasta with Jim and Carol on their screened porch.
On Friday, Jim came over and asked the boys if they’d like to make some home-made ice cream. The boys thought that’d be great so they went over to Jim and Carol’s to do that. Carol let them help her mix up the cream, milk, eggs, sugar, vanilla, etc., and put the mixture in the canister. Then, Jim and Pop-pops supervised as they put the canister, ice and salt into the freezer and started cranking it (by hand). The boys are too small to turn the crank with one hand, so Jim put an old rug on top of the freezer and one of the boys would sit on it to hold it in place while the other boys took turns standing and turning the crank with both hands. Afterward, Travon told us about it. He said “We had to turn the crank a million times – and when it was your turn to sit on the freezer, your butt just about froze off.” We all laughed and told Jim we’d buy him an electric freezer. He said, “Oh, I’ve got one of those. I just thought the boys needed to see how we did it in the old days.” The ice cream was delicious.
We came home on Friday so we could pick Ty and Damien up at the airport Saturday morning. Damien said he was really glad they didn’t take Austin with them to the funeral because “it was one of those awful, open-casket things with everyone saying how nice the corpse looked.”
So, we’re home – and Dub is busy tending his garden, playing with the kids and taking an on-line math class. The boys are “brown as berries” thanks to a week on the lake and about two gallons of sun screen. The dogs have pretty much been sleeping ever since we got home. That lake stuff really tired them out.
We’re a little bummed that it’s so hot here in JUNE, but Dub’s water barrels are still mostly full, so I’m sure his garden (and us people) will survive 🙂