Who's a Fat Bastard - The problem with commitment

September 10, 2014

Help!!!! Killer tree!

     The problem with commitment, is the actual fulfilling of the commitment. I made a commitment to myself to write this blog every day. What? Am I nuts? I spend an hour or two every day putting my thought and adventures down on paper for the world to see. Some times it keeps me up late and other times, like today, it wakes me up early. I went to bed last night at 10:30 without writing a word. I didn't do much all day yesterday, so it fit in perfectly with my overall lack of effort. I'm not saying I was a fat bastard lazy slacker yesterday...but I was. I felt good. I just had no motivation.

     I spent the whole morning writing the previous days blog. Then I got changed into my workout gear....and made breakfast. I know , I should have just went down to the Green Room to sweat my bag off but..... I was hungry! I made a breakfast of beef curry on eggs with an avocado and tomato it was a great breakie!

MMMMMMMM....yummy

It reminded me of Hawaii. Only instead of beef it would be spam and it would be on top of a huge plate of rice. I asked the waiter in Kauai for a traditional Hawaiian breakfast, thinking it would be fruit and stuff. Instead, it was eggs and spam on rice, covered in paste coloured gravy. No wonder there's so many round Hawaiians! I would weigh 400 lbs if I ate like that every day. Wait a minute...I was! Fortunately, it tasted like paste too.

     If you recall I was at Walmart yesterday for a rubbermaid bin for the pool parts. That's when I suffered my toe injury. I bought two shirts and no bin. I changed out of my workout gear and went to Stuperstore for a bin. 
     I don't know how it happened but I somehow managed to watch three episodes of Suits over the course of the day. I didn't plan to do that it just happened.

     So now it's 2:30 pm and I'm a couch potato. I have the bin so I have run out of excuses. The pool must come down before the rains come. Too many times I have procrastinated myself into a corner. Not today. I forced myself out to the pool and dismantled it. I will use this one for one more year then move up to a bigger one. The grandkids aren't swimmers yet, and I want them to be able to stand up for safety reasons.

Stupid little pieces! 

It wasn't especially hard, a bunch of plastic cotter pins and pull it apart. The tricky part was cleaning off the bottom. I folded it like you would a round tablecloth hosing it down as I went.

Penis insecurities?

Then I thought it would be funny to spray the dogs with the hose. They don't like that and all ran in the house, to dry themselves on the couch! Nothing like the smell of wet dog to enhance your movie watching experience. There are few things a man enjoys more than playing with a hose. Who really thinks the drive way needs hosed down? It's a drive way! And an excuse to play with the hose. I'm sure a psychiatrist would say it has something to do with my penis and I'm alright with that, I like my penis. Playing with the hose, I thought it would be cool to spray the camera with the hose while taking a picture.

oops

I was right/wrong! The picture is kind of cool, but I knocked the camera off the table. I had it set to take ten pics in ten seconds. This one, one of the sky, and eight extreme closeups of the lawn. Now I have all the small parts in the bin and the pipes all taped up.Now I need to make room in the shed for it. 
     Plum picker, Plum picker, pick me a plum, up on the ladder look at my bum!

Plum pickin freak

We get about a gazillion plums off this tree. It was planted when we bought the place fourteen years ago.

Plum Delicious

     Lisa called and asked me to meet her at her mechanics in Port Moody. She has always used German Auto Works for her car, Otto. A Jetta diesel with a stick. She was leaving the studio, and I was leaving  home. I packed up the dogs and headed down the hill. I was there twenty minutes before Lisa so I took the dogs for a walk....briefly. Have you ever tried to walk three Ratdogs? I was untangling the leashes when Doug the manager came out and we solved the worlds problems until Lisa got there. 
     Lisa dropped Otto off and we went by Momma Lee's with some fabulous Oysters Lisa brought home. 
     We kicked back at home for a while talking about our day and chilling. About 7:30 I was hungry and looking forward to an oyster dinner. 
     When we were in New Orleans the first thing I put in my mouth was an oyster Po' Boy. I don't know how it will turn out without the amazing bread they serve it on but we are going to find out. I made a tartar sauce, mayo, green relish and a clove of garlic pressed. I also made a seafood sauce, ketchup, my own home made horseradish, Worcestershire sauce and and pepper. The oysters were in the oven to heat up, about ten minutes, and I was already drooling.

Oyster Po' Boy lettuce wraps

They were delicious! 
     I was in bed by 10:30 and up at 7 am. I wrote this and now I'm going to go do my workout. 8:44 am.

That's all I got
Till next time
Peace Out Y'all


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