Mea culpa, amicus meus

“Mea culpa, which means “through my fault” in Latin, comes from a prayer of confession in the Catholic Church. Said by itself, it’s an exclamation of apology or remorse that is used to mean “It was my fault” or “I apologize.”
And, apologize I do. On Monday, I posted a set of photos of married dudes wearing their wedding rings. It was a difficult post to put together and I felt confident in the presentation.
After the post, our eagle-eyed friend, Jingle commented, saying:
“I was initially totally baffled by the title of this OUTSTANDING post… Then I quickly realized that each and every one of these awesome dudes is unabashedly wearing a Wedding Ring!! (Well, one exception: crazy HOT #23’s “ring” is actually a tattoo!!)”
To which I responded:
“Babe. I don’t want to burst your bubble, but this dude is actually wearing a wedding ring. He’s a Chaosmen model who is married, and somewhere, I have a set of about 8 or 10 photos of him – with and without the fleshjack. I’ll see if I can find them. If I can, I’ll post ’em.”
And Jingle replied:
“That would be AWESOME!! I wouldn’t mind at all seeing more of him!!… 🙂”
So, I looked and looked and finally found the pics. He is indeed a Chaosmen model named “Trey,” and according to the website, he is married to a female. But, when I look closely, I see that his wedding ring is a tattoo, as Jingle pointed out. (See photos).
My bad. I should know better. Sorry about that, babe 🙂
David

Happily ever after…

David and I had to go to the lake on Friday to take care of a bunch of business concerning buying the cabin on Table Rock. We had meetings scheduled with a structural inspector, a mechanical inspector, a surveyor, the owner of a local marina and the managing partner of the jointly owned boat dock. We also needed to meet with the sellers’ attorney about some sales contract addenda. It would be a long day, so we made arrangements for Dub to stay at Erik’s house, and then Keon and Rick would come over to be with him and the dogs until we got home. When we told Dub about the plans, he was having none of it. He was determined he was going to the lake with us. We told him it was strictly a business trip and there’d be no swimming or boating or other fun stuff. Didn’t matter. He was determined. He said, “It’s my cabin, too, isn’t it?” David said, “Yes, of course it is.” And Dub said, “Then I need to go.” So, I cancelled with Pam and Rick and we headed out at 6:00 a.m. Dub slept in the backseat most of the way.
We got to the cabin and talked with the surveyor and inspectors (they were well under way when we got there). After that, we met with “Jim” who looks after the dock. He’s an older, retired guy and he and his wife live at the lake year-round. He asked if we had other kids – and when our wives would be coming down to see the cabin. Dub said, “These are my dads. They don’t have wives ’cause they’re married to each other.” Jim just frowned… looked and David and me, and said, “Guess I better show you around.” So, he did – and then we went with him up to their house. Dub kept peppering him with questions like “What’s it like here in Winter?” and “Are there any bears in the woods?” and “Do you have any kids?” and “Do you have a garden?” We got to their house and met Jim’s wife “Carol.” They’ve been married about 40 years… have one grown son who lives in California and a daughter who lives in New York. They don’t have any grandkids, but wish they did. Carol made iced tea and we talked and got acquainted – then we told them we needed to get moving because we needed to meet with the marina owner and the attorney – then we’d come back to make sure the cabin was closed up and everything secured. Jim surprised us by asking Dub if he’d like to stick around with him and Carol while we went to our meetings. Then Dub surprised us by saying, “Sure. If it’s o.k. with my dads.” So, long story short, David and I went and talked with the marina owner about our seller’s boat. He said he sold it to him new 5 years ago and has serviced it every Spring and stored it every Winter. We told him the asking price and he said, “Hell, that motor’s got less than 200 hours on it. If you don’t buy it at that price, I will.” Next, we met with the sellers attorney and reviewed the contract and addenda covering the boat dock and personal property (he wants to leave all the cabin’s furnishings, and that was a surprise). After that, we went back to the cabin. Dub was jabbering away like crazy. He and Jim had looked at the garden and picked some asparagus. Jim laughed and said Dub had scolded him about having too many weeds in the garden. Said they were stealing nutrients from the plants. They’d also gone blackberry picking. Dub showed us his sox and told us about putting sulfur powder in their shoes and around their waistbands so they wouldn’t get chigger bites in the blackberry patch. Carol had made a big blackberry cobbler for us to bring home with us (she told us twice it was in her “good pyrex” and made us promise to bring it back to her).
After that, we headed home. It was a good trip and Dub is thrilled about our new friends at the lake.
We shared the blackberry cobbler with Rick, Keon, Alex and Cal when we got home and it may be the best thing we’ve ever eaten. We’ll be sure to return Carol’s pyrex 🙂