***My First UNEDITED Post***
***Grown A$$ Man Talk Ahead***
***Please do not read if you are easily offended***
***IT'S A LOT!***
Whew, it's nice getting all of that out of the way!
I woke up this morning,
kissed my best friend Joey on the lips,
then on the cheek
and then on the neck.
I told him that I loved him.
I told him how VERY proud I am of him.
Then, I told him to get the F* out of the house.
My head is exploding.
I need to write.
He is gone.
I am writing.
Me and Joey met 20 years ago.
YES, TWENTY!
It was a match made by mutual friends before we even met each other.
They knew what was destined.
THIS was certainly destined.
I was 19 years old. I was just a young college Boy.
He was 25 years old and freshly out of a relationship gone wrong.
I fell in love immediately. He was scared and uncertain if he was ready.
I was in college in California. He was in Arizona.
I would cry listening to Anita Baker when driving from visits home.
No, he wasn't ready.
It was too risky f*ing it all up because we were so young. HE knew that.
We were just young Boys then. We had a lot to experience and wild seeds to sow.
Different heartbreaks were needed to understand the real meaning of love.
Maybe a year later on a trip home from Spring Break, we strolled into my Mom's house after going to whatever club it was then. I really thought my Mom would be asleep, as she had to leave for work just a few hours later.
She wasn't sleeping.
Uh Oh
At that time, I was not "O-U-T"
Upon arriving home, I told my Mom a "friend" was going to crash at our house.
She was up reading and told me to just close her door.
WHEW!
Not so much...a few minutes later, she wanted to actually meet my "friend."
IT WAS 3 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING!
WTF!!
My "friend" had earings, a gazillion silver finger rings, a vest with no shirt and platform Herman Munster shoes.
She looked him up and down with "that" look.
Me and Joe went to sleep in my room.
My Mom went to work.
I left to go back to college the next day.
Me and my mom played "phone tag" for a MONTH.
The VERY first thing that came out of her mouth was,
"Who the F* did you have with you? He looked FUNNY."
I asked, "Does it matter?"
She asked, "What do you mean? Are you?"
I asked, "Does it matter?"
It did NOT matter!
My Mom's love for me is true.
I am her only child...
her only son...
HER Boy.
Over the years, Joe and I would meet up every year or so...the timing still wasn't right.
There was always pillow talk...
"Baby, are you ready?"
We were in the process of learning important lessons about ourselves and about true love.
We were on separate journeys. But when our paths crossed, it always felt good in our hearts.
If you love something, set it free....
He came back to me.
(HEE, TO THE F*ING, HAW)
My Mom had only met Joe once and that was at 3 o'clock in the morning.
When she met him 13 years later, she immediately remembered him.
"I remember you. You strolled in looking like Prince!"
Side note -- Prince was my idol growing up...I was obsessed with him and his music and had every record/magazine/poster/etc.
Apparently, my Mom had made the connection.
He is MY Prince.
He is a tiny-skinny-little man with BIG talent.
Just like I like 'em!
High five for me!
Blah, blah, blah...and here we are today.
Side note - He is BAT SH*T crazy, but I LOVE him and would do anything for him...
like agreeing to plan a show in just FOUR G*D* days!
Are you wondering why on Earth I am telling you all of this?
Simply, I just woke up feeling like I needed to shout it from the mountain top.
I have been bored as F* with my own blog for a while.
Yeah, there might be a few pretty pictures, but it has been lacking what's in our hearts.
It lacks what is TRUELY in our hearts.
It lacks the real reflection of how we live our lives.
It lacks our true voices.
It just lacks ME and JOE.
THE BOYS OF BARN HOUSE
THE BOYS OF BARN HOUSE
We are grown A$$ men with a little bit LOT of "crazy" in our heads.
Men who like LOVE to cuss like sailors.
Men who are silly.
Men who change our minds 100 times in a day.
Men who love each other passionately.
Men who don't take ourselves too serious.
Side note - when preparing for this last F*ing minute show in snow/mud, Joe kept complaining about this and that.
Oh, I hate this mud on my shoes.
Oh, it's snowing.
Oh, I am cold.
Oh, I am tired.
Oh this...
Oh that"
Everytime I told him, "Dude, just get the F* over yourself! Who do you think you are?? Shut the F* up and just do what you need to do!!!"
Of course, it was said with all of the L-O-V-E in my heart for him.
I LOVE MY LIFE.
After telling Joe to get the hell out of the house this morning,
I laid in bed thinking about how much I love my life.
How much I love THE man that came back.
How much I love the life we have created together.
How much I love the little business we have created together.
How much I love that we are "unconvententional" people who make up our own rules.
HOW MUCH I LOVE JOE
OUR HOME
OUR FARM
AND OUR ANIMALS!
How much I LOVE our family and friends.
How much I love how good it feels waking up in my home.
And, how good it feels to other folks too!
The life we live is amazing.
Everyday ain't perfect by any means.
But it's perfect for us.
God, what else was I thinking?
OH, the show yesterday.
It was F*ing perfect...I just can't say it any other way.
The weather was perfect.
The customers were perfect.
The friends who stopped by to say "howdy" were perfect.
F*ing Awesome!!!!!
We couldn't have made it through the day without your help. Much love!!!
Today, I woke up with a "slight" hangover after our celebration last night.
Whiskey & Great Food
Today, something was very clear.
This is the direction for Barn House in 2011.
And we love it!
We are following our hearts
day-by-day
It's our journey together, right?
We plan to enjoy it!
And I personally didn't wait for this crazy a$$ MFer all of my life to just F* around!
SOOOO, I guess that was the point of all of this.
My Mommy still loves me with ALL of her heart.
AND, she loves Joey with all of her heart.
Eventhough he is "FUNNY"
LOL
And THAT, our friends, is what matters most!
Run and tell it if you like.
Next stop for BARN HOUSE...
We are VERY honored to be invited guests at
Seabold Vintage Market!
We are VERY honored to be invited guests at
Seabold Vintage Market!
Seabold Vintage Market
Bainbridge Island, WA
March 19, 2011
Inspiration is upon us!
I know, this was a LOT!
THIS creative intervention was not only for Joe.
It was for ME too!
It was for ME too!
I expect we will probably lose some folks that read our blog.
We are totally ok with that.
It is the risk we are willing to take.
My mom loves BOTH of us.
:o)
Thoughts on all of this?
Please, be candid leaving your comments.
It's all good.
I will publish them all (except spam).
I will publish them all (except spam).
Much love,
The Boys of Barn House
