Every day of the week I was a day ahead in my head. We all know the feeling, but has it happened to you everyday of the week? I found myself constantly trying to do things as if I were a day ahead in the week. I almost took out the trash a day in advance. I almost went to get Friday burritos on Thursday. Let me tell you something, it sure made the week seem THAT much longer. Waking up each morning thinking I was advanced and the sad realization later that I was actually a day behind. To feel defeated so many times. It was crushing my “want to”.
For whatever reason, I was not the only one on campus suffering from the phenomenon. At least two other I know on campus were on the same boat. Why don’t I ever wake up on a Friday thinking it’s Thursday? That would be a great sensation to know I was actually ahead of my minds dilemma.
It was a pretty s*** week in all honesty. I didn’t care for a lot that happened. Work was extreme and life was s***. I was happy Bekah was able to finally get away from her job. Soul sucking s***hole that it was. Bittersweet because she had some good friends and had put in some good time. Leaving ain’t easy. She had a last day and a first day all in the same week. Proud of her. I hope a new scene treats her well. I’m supportive for all her adventures. She seems to like it so far. Two days in.
Fridays are not supposed to be busy but this one was. I needed sleep and I had “no want to”. Drained in all ways possible. Vacant eyes. Vacant as the sea. Need to toss some coins into the sewer at the bottom of the wishing well. But as the day progresses and I reached it’s conclusion, a zen like clam overlapped me. I felt at peace. Maybe it was just exhaustion but it was nice. I picked up some nachos that ended up being a snack and saved for and even later snack, popped a beer and just chilled. Decided to grill some spicy Asian whatever the f***k. Shockingly a lot of actually good movies were to be found on TV. I jammed out some. The puppies got some of that ahi tuna that was planned for last night. They seemed happy as can be. Nothing exciting. Just a mellow mind. Happy Friday to all and a great weekend on top of it!!! Cheers!!!
Father’s Day. It’s weird once you no longer have a father or are a father yourself. You’ve been celebrating this day most of your life, getting together with family. Usually full spread BBQ. Maybe shuck some oysters. It was most often a cooking event with our family. Suddenly you just don’t do a damn thing. I suppose the family could have continued but that didn’t happen. So this day that you are prone to celebrating just becomes another f***ing day. I woke up and mowed the lawn. Dad would have been proud. Made brunch for Bekah and sister-in-law. I sure did cook out. I had drinks. I listened to some of his favorite Neil Young. I suppose I celebrated him in my own way. Unfortunately it’s just not the same without him and the rest of the family. I guess this is what happens. A sense of sadness when the days roll by. Ah, life.
Jalapeño
Hash brown eggs Benedict. Hash browns with melted sharp cheddar, avocado spread, shaved ham and an over easy egg. Everyone liked this one.
Chicken fajita lettuce tacos. Delicious.
Once again, burger lettuce tacos. You have noticed all the lettuce tacos. It’s a thing.
Crab cakes and salad.
Zachos
Ham and swiss lunchable. It was going to be ahi tuna lettuce tacos but sometimes life likes to throw a wrench at you and you do what you have to do.
Some grilled Asian chicken with jalapeño and grilled zucchini because you know I have a lot of zucchini. Chicken was f***ing perfect.
Cocktail of the Week: Adult Cherry Limeade
En Fuego 