Who's a Fat Bastard - If I don't move she won't see me!

December 28, 2014

Freshly hunted prime rib

      Sundays are not the most active of days around Casa Lisa over the winter but somehow they seem to just fly by.
It might have something to do with lying in bed till 10:00
or maybe it has something to do with the fact that NFL football starts at 9:00 in the morning. 
The collection of talking heads, collected on three different channels dispensing the collected knowledge of ex coaches, ex Jocks and hopefully ex broadcasters.
      I got out of bed for real at 10:30, the drippy Joe was waiting. It will just have to wait. With a large basket of laundry, I went down to the green room to do my workout. I get the laundry started and listen to the football game on the radio as I do my usual ten sets of floor exercises  and 200 One Stair Steps.

Post workout selfie

      I switched to my tablet and watched another episode of Lilyhammer. Johnny knocked up his girlfriend. I'm really enjoying the show.
      A long hot shower and a Squatch Chef salad for lunch and I was perched in front of the Seahawks game in tiny TV Town for a couple of hours. 

Squatch Chef Salad

Then in a moment of compassion, and because she thinks it's the last football game for the year, because I told her it was. I was allowed to watch the second half in High Def glory in the living room. Then the talking heads started talking about playoffs. I stared straight ahead as I felt her eyes burning into the side of my head. It was like Jurrasic Park! If I don't move she won't see me! Eventually she moved off to hunt tonight's dinner.
      The lovely Lisa had purchased an eight pound prime rib roast and was roasting it tonight in order to lure our friends into a night of playing cards. Barry "Mole Boy" Ho was the first to arrive and helped me set up the table and chairs. 

Mole Boy and Squatch

We watched a year end blooper show and everyone was here by 5:00 when the Canucks game started. 
      The grandkids were banished to the Green room where they inflicted various and assorted mental and physical wounds upon each other. All dutifully reported to the mother ship (Jen) with astounding regularity. Six and Four years old. We were the same at that age. Any excuse to be around the grown ups. I've seen Bella play in the pool for three hours without ever getting out of the water. If she thinks there's a party going on, she has to pee every two minutes! Does make me think I might increase the chlorine level next year now that I think about it. 

Prime rib Dinner

      Dinner was served at 6:00 and the prime rib was perfectly cooked. Except for Christians. Beef in Mexico is always cooked well done. Lisa cut a chunk off for him before it went in the oven and created a little scaffold between them to roast them together.

Construction Cookery

It was still a bit rare so Chef Boy R Lisa tossed some in a frying pan for thirty seconds each side and everyone was happy.  
      The Canucks game was on the TV and we flipped back and forth between that and the Raptors game. Christian is a big Raptors fan. Raptors won, Canucks lost in overtime and the Seahawks have home field for the playoffs.
      We played three games of Screw Your Neighbour, I won one of them, once again proving that the cream rises to the top! Of course so does the fat!

That's all I've got
Till next time
Peace out y'all

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