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Batchen’ It
Until at/about 23 NOV, I’m a geographic bachelor. Friday afternoon, the Lovely and Talented Mrs. Mongo (a.k.a., Supernurse) and our eldest daughter (call sign: PROM QUEEN, who is in her final phase of nursing school) left to prep and then care for my beloved mother-in-law (may God hold her in His hand and Bless her black heart) for the next coupla weeks.
So, it’s just me and the dogs.
On the way home this afternoon, I stopped at Publix and stocked up. NY Strips, lamb chops, ribs, spicy chorizo, and the pre-prepped ground beef and pork meatloaf, wrapped in bacon, that’s in the oven as I type this. Oh, and I got eggs. I cleaned out the fridge. Gone is the tofu, the celery, the romaine. Made room for all the meat. Oh, and I got some Vidalia onions, because I love raw, chopped onions on top of red meat. An’ I got a little bit o’ red wine.
I’m a big fan of Tullamore Dew Irish Whisky, and I saw a craft jug with a finger hole in my local liquor store, so I’ll be picking that up tomorrow, for some … investigative analysis.
The Lovely and Talented Mrs. Mongo asked, “Are you going to miss us?”
Now, at 5, 10, 15, or maybe even 20 years of marriage, the answer would have been “parting is such sweet sorrow, I shall pine for you until your return to our abode.”
After an approximate (experiential) 137 years of marriage, my answer was, “No.”
It’ll be awesome. It’ll be a Meat Feast Manifesto. Oh, and tomorrow night is the all-you-can-eat buffet at my favorite Thai restaurant.
I signed up for an unprecedented (for me) three dates on Group Writing. ‘Cause, you know never got a DUI at midnight coming home from the Big Chill, or Snappers, or the OV? The guy who is at home, on his laptop, trying to write something worthy.
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Stay on the mission @bossmongo. That’s all.
Absotively posolutely.
Anything you write is always worthy.
Carry on.
Thank you, ma’am.
Don’t forget to change your underwear before she gets back and keep up with dishwashing.
Uh, underwear. Right. Since I am by definition a commando…not an issue.
Lots of meat, a little whiskey, and an empty house. That would have sounded boring to a younger me, but now as an older married with children guy . . . You’re living the dream. Enjoy!
So the dogs are covered.
Everyone I share your work with likes it, Boss. Looking forward to your work.
Let’s see what you and Tully got.
This would suggest that TLTMM doesn’t necessarily read all of your posts…
What’s that line from “A Boy Named Sue?”
Another commando on Ricochet here.
I can’t wait for the next episode!
Many moons ago, my wife had to work on site in St. Petersburg, Florida for several months. When she told me, I went “Woohoo! Bachelor Father!”
She shook her head and replied, “Mr. Mom.”
These are not food items. You were right to terminate them. As for ground meat, be wary. Rumor has it that some unsavory individuals are passing off some kind of soy-based abomination as beef.
I’m ‘Batchen’ it this week-end. My wife and her sister’s are spending the week-end on the coast. Her youngest sister was an ICU nurse, and is now a professor teaching future nurses. Her son just graduated from Oregon State. My nephew has climbed just about every mountain in the Pacific Northwest. He is on an internship with the Oregon State Police. His goal is to be a game warden, which is a division of the OSP.
I’m eating healthy tonight, that means pizza, a dish that contains all the major food groups. I’ll be watching the Duck’s game tonight against the University of Arizona-starting with Tequila appetizers. Living healthy baby.
A Thai buffet? There isn’t one around here. Lots of good Thai places but no buffets.
I’m eating Mapo Tofu right now as I read this. Not because I don’t like to eat meat but because I like to eat tofu. Even my dog likes Mapo Tofu so you know it’s ok.
So when’s the party?
Please tell me you didn’t forget dog food.
Almost everything in that list is better dog food than dog food.
Actually, we got the “Farmer’s Dog” dog food, which I’m pretty sure is a Ricochet podcast sponsor, and both Princess Leia and Conrad literally inhale it. I mean, within 3.7 seconds the bowl is empty.
Batchen’ it SITREP, Day 1: Woke up about 0430. Stayed in bed, willing myself to sleep in, to no avail. Hauled my sorry self out of the rack about 0500. Worked out (nothing super cool, just push-ups, pull-ups, and flutter kicks), read a little bit. The dogs were going nuts (they’re up my toosh from the moment my feet hit the floor). Read for a little while; I’m not walking the dogs ’til the sun comes up.
Walked the dogs.
Did the dishes, then I packed my range bag, and headed up to the Homestead Training Center for a little trigger time. Then, dagnambit, I spent a ridiculous amount of time getting home. It’s Race weekend in Homestead. Apparently I got in early enough to avoid the traffic, but caught it in the shorts trying to get back.
I didn’t go back up the road for my Thai buffet; no way I’m braving that traffic again.
So, I got some mail I needed for tomorrow’s Group Writing, cooked up some lamb chops, an’ it was awesome. Now I’m about 15 mikes from hitting the rack.
I’ll let ya’ll know what happens tomorrow, tomorrow.
If you want to sleep later than 4:30, you don’t go to bed at 9pm. Go to bed at 4:30, and you’ll have no trouble at all sleeping until noon.
Try Black Bush from Bushmills.
Who has the black heart? Your eldest daughter or your mother-in-law.
I’m incredibly interested for some reason. It’s like I’m an American chick who is obsessed about the Queen of Britain for no good reason.
Henry, definitely the mother-in-law.
Jury’s still out on eldest daughter…
Will she take after Mom? Or Dad? 😜
A toast to your nutritional good sense!
You have no idea how much I hope she takes after Mom.
Batchen’ it SITREP, Day 2: Woke up about 0530. Just lay there, thinking about the day. At/about 0600, Conrad, the happiest pit in the world, decided he was tired of me being happy. So he jumped up on the bad and started giving my face a tongue bath. Eww.
I covered up and rolled away, so he started batting away at where he thought my head was. Dagnambit.
So, I hauled my sorry self out of the rack. Ran through two sun salutations; by the time that was done, the sun was up, so I walked the dogs.
Did kind of running pull-up push-up thing all day. Worked on my group writing, which turned out okay, mostly.
Went to a friend’s house for dinner. Had some ridiculously excellent mojitos. Hitting the rack in about 15 mikes.