Monday, 12 January 2015

Who's a Fat Bastard - Seattle/Indianapolis Super Bowl anyone?

January 11, 2015

Como Lake
      I'm having trouble getting started on todays post. I sat here looking at the date at the top of the page until 2:00 a.m.  I never wrote a word. 2:00 a.m, that's when Chef Boy R Lisa got out of bed and went to work. My day started sixteen hours earlier. I guess that's where that early to bed early to rise thing comes in. I was in bed by 11:00 the night before so all things being equal, and with my six hour internal bladder alarm going off like a five alarm fire. I was up at 7:00. I actually slept for eight hours. 
      Cup of drippy Joe in hand I made my way to the office. Unlike today I had written yesterdays posting the night before. Last night, nothing! To be honest, as I'm sitting here in front of the computer screen trying recall yesterdays events and adventures. I'm drawing a blank. I know I did stuff. I finished yesterdays blog before the start of the first football game at 10:00. I record the games so I don't have to watch the commercials. 
      What a game in Green Bay. Aaron Rodgers was amazing on one leg. At half time, I made eggs with tomato and avacado for the lovely Lisa and I. She was on her last day of Christmas deconstruction. 
Last of the Holidays
Big controversy on the Dez Bryant no catch. How do you take three steps with the ball and not be ruled a catch? Hard to tell in tiny TV town for sure but that was a cheesy call. The game was well over by the time I watched it. 
      I grabbed my guitar and went over to Mama Lee's at 12:15 to play for the residents. I play from 12:30 until 1:30 when they always have an activity scheduled. Today it was a Folky Church Service. I played from memory, which is strange because I can't remember where I put my song book. I had a full house today, I guess that's what happens when you open for Jesus! 
Had them rollin in the aisles

The lovely Lisa arrived with the Rat dogs at 1:15 and the Church Lady was right behind her. The lovely Lisa was there to write out some cards for Mama Lee but Mama Lee wanted to attend the church service. They do a short prayer then the Church Lady plays guitar and everyone sings along from the books she hands out. The lovely Lisa stayed with Mama Lee and I took the Rat dogs to Como Lake.
  
The weather was not too bad at the moment. It had stopped raining and it was not very cold but the air was damp. I think someone was feeding the ducks because when I walked up to the lake, for the second time today, I attracted quite a crowd.
Second crowd of the day
Twice around the lake and home. And I had to drag Nutmeg the last half.
      I was home and watched the end of the Green Bay game on the big screen and through the home theater as the lovely Lisa wasn't home from Mama Lee's yet. Then she was. Tiny TV town, here I come. I spent the rest of the day watching football. I would pause the TV and go into the office and play a video game then when I came back to tiny TV town I could fast forward through the crap. I did that three or four times. Every time I caught up to live TV.  
      Peyton Manning is done. I was three for three coming in then Denver couldn't get it done. Changing of the guard. Seattle/Indianapolis Super Bowl anyone?  
      After the game I went out to see what the lovely Lisa was up to just as she was putting a lamb shoulder into the oven.
Christmas was gone from the living room and headed up into the attic for another year.
In total, fourteen rubbermaid bins, four garbage bags holding the tree and the stuffed critters, and numerous small bags and boxes went up the hole.
      The lamb was fantastic. Perfectly cooked and seasoned.
With a Squatch salad and potatoes for the lovely Lisa, it was a good meal and I'll be having lamb and eggs for Breakie.
      The lovely Lisa was in bed by 6:30 and I watched taped episodes of The Mentalist and pretended to write this post until Chef Boy R Lisa got up to go to work. Now we're back where we started.

That's all I've got
Till Next time
Peace out Y'all



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