As Little As Possible… Isn’t So Bad

Thunderstorms.  I’m ready for a nice spring storm to come rolling through the neighborhood.  It’s a real rush that I know most people probably don’t share.  While I should be hiding in a safe place you will likely find me by an open door looking out into the storm.   Like father like son.  Weather geek or village idiot?  You tell me.  We got some really good rain on Wednesday.  Not the thunderstorm I was wanting, but a good drenching.  I was ecstatic.  Couldn’t have been happier.  I wanted to sing and dance in the rain.  Lots of students apparently felt the same way because they were dripping drowned rats.  They looked so happy & I was just waiting for them to burst out into song.  Lucky lucky ducks.  I was VERY jealous.  Kids get to have all the fun.

The gloom was followed by too very sunny days without a single cloud in the f***ing sky. Everyone on campus: “Oh it’s so nice outside. Oh, finally the sun is shining. Oh, the first half of the week was so miserable. Oh, everything was so wet and gloomy and now it’s just beautiful.” I say to you all: SHUT UP! Summer is right around the corner and it’s going to be like that just about every single day and you will be b****ing about it in not too long a time. Like the sun doesn’t shine enough in this state!!! When summer rolls around & you are complaining that it’s hot & we need rain just know that I am showing restraint because what I will be wanting to do is kick you right square in the a**. Learn to enjoy a little rain & gloom.

The weekend arrived and we for once didn’t really have anything going on.  This pleased me, for I was looking forward to a lack of obligations.  Saturday I was somehow allowed to sleep in.  I woke to find 2 dogs and a cat snuggling with me.  When Bekah came home from her morning workout she was a Chatty Cathy.  I was groggy from over sleeping and I hate to admit, not really paying much attention.  No fault to her, I just couldn’t find my focus.  I’m just not a morning person.  I need a little more time than most to get engaged.  Especially without coffee and I try not to drink the black gold on the weekends.  That’s just for my work weeks.

Once I had my wits about me I was ready to start the day.  I wanted some Easter décor. I was on a mission.  I found a few bunnies.  Back home the question was posed “What’s for lunch?”  For unknown reasons the 2 suggested locations ended up being establishments where the wait staff are half naked.  Twin Peaks or Hooters?  Bekah chose Hooters because apparently the service is much better.  Is this true, I don’t know.  I can get nachos.  They have good nachos.  They use fresh jalapeños.  It was a nice lunch.  Ran into some other people from the campus sitting at the bar. 

The rest of the day we just fiddle around the house.  Bekah worked on her puzzle.  I read my book.  We talked about possibly going to a birthday party up the street but we both really just wanted to chill.  Maybe we should do the yard?  No, let’s put that off and just be lazy.  Sometimes just doing nothing is nice, right?   We talked about what’s for dinner and could not make up our minds.  I made a trip to HEB to maybe get inspired to cook something.   I ended up agitated by my trip.  The place was a mad house.    Maybe that’s how Bekah feels every trip?  If so I understand why she hates shopping.  I would too if every trip left me in that condition.   The place was a mad house.  I went home defeated.

On a whim we decide to have a date night.  We both realize that on weekends we just don’t ever go out at night like we once did.  We got dressed up and headed to The Wharf.  I said I would not order my usual.  Guess what people, I ordered the same thing I have ordered for years & boy was it good.  Dinner finished we decided to stop for a night cap before heading home.  I had an Old Fashion.  For reasons unclear, Irish Car Bomb shots fell into the picture.  A truly fool hearted thing to go with after an Old Fashion.  Actually, a pretty stupid drink any time.  That’s a college drink.  That’s a “let’s get wasted” drink.  It’s not Saint Patty’s Day yet.  Sheeesh.  Once back at the casa Bekah is determined to finish her puzzle.  I make another strong drink.  Poor choice.  It hit me like a punch in the face.  I was tipsy.  No sense in fighting it, I was not long for this world.  I went to bed.  Bekah finished her puzzle.  We had a nice evening together.

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Sunday was a very productive morning.  It was also gloomy!!!  I seem more inclined to show productivity when the weather outside is overcast.  Don’t ask me why.   Bekah took advantage of the gloom and slept in past 12.  The bloody time change.  I hate it.  My eternal clock was out of whack.  It will take me a little while to adjust.  Once Bekah woke up it was once again what is for lunch.  Well, Twin Peaks here we come.  She was right about the service… yikes.  I was tempted to throw a napkin at the server to get her attention after sitting about 10 min trying to close out.  The Thai ribs were good so I won’t write it off as a total dud.  The rest of the day we binge watched a show called “The Outsider” and enjoyed the sound of the rain.  Yes, unexpectedly we got more rain.  I was in a happy place.  The weekend with no plans might have not been exciting but it was just what I needed.  I think what we both needed. 

One last thing before I wrap this blog up.  I currently cannot get enough of orange flavored tic-tacs.  I don’t know where these have been all my life.  Like, I am eating a ridicules amount.  My teeth will probably fall out from the amount of sugar that I’m consuming.  All my life I’ve been proud to say that I’ve never had a cavity.  Now that orange tic-tacs have entered my life…

Jalapeño

                Grilled salmon with Best seasoning & lemon juice served with steamed broccoli drizzled with velveta cheese.  The salmon was good, the broccoli was better.

                Jalapeño sesame chicken.  So very good & warm.  I cooked this for myself.

                It was a good day for some chili!! 

                Chili hotdog monstrosity or carb free chili dogs?  You tell me.  This was by far one of the most disgusting things I have ever put together.  I’m not all that big on hot dogs.  Maybe I’ll have one on the 4^th of July.  Maybe.  This was just a mess.  Look at that plate will you?  Is it something you would gobble down?  It won’t hurt my feelings if you say “NO WAY!”  To make it even more disgusting why not squirt some mustard on top.

                Bekahs enchilada chicken.

Cocktail of the Week:  12 year Dewars