“I feel sorry for people who don’t drink. When they wake up in the morning, that is the best you are going to feel all day.” – Frank Sinatra
As we take our ride down memory lane, I can’t help but chuckle when thinking back to Squid Tres’ first day of vacation bible school. And as luck would have it, it was Uno’s first time to teach VBS.
Good VBS teachers are hard to come by and those that are good, know the importance of understanding their pupils knowledge of the subject. Good teachers will ask a few probing questions, get a little feedback and then steer the class accordingly. Logical approach for Uno…….
As I awoke from my Thanksgiving food and alcohol coma, I realized that my relatives did not take my subtle hint to heart and will be staying with us through the remainder of the weekend. As a result and much to my liver’s chagrin, a Bloody Mary and butter and onion sandwich will be a good starter for what will likely be a very long and tiresome weekend…..thank God for booze, college football and Sheriff Buford T. Justice.
Be it summer vacations, lack of interest or you are just tired of my bullschit; but the call for help has fallen upon deaf ears. As I stated in my last blog, the revisiting of old friends may be a bit of a cop-out; but summer vacations have gotten the better of me, my give a schit meter resides in the bowels of hell and I am tired of my own bullschit. So, without further a due, I felt it only appropriate to revisit this blog in hopes that it will soon bring cooler weather to the Lone Star state……
There are not a lot of good things going on in Mexico these days; however, not so long ago, that wasn’t necessarily the case.
One of my fondest memories of Mexico comes from a Spring Break trip we took while at A&M. Unbeknownst to my parents, a group of college buddies and I decided that our unwavering dedication to higher education warranted a break. Countless hours pounding the books and pounding the beer had taken its toll on us mentally and physically. Our overall well-being was definitely in question. Without a little relief, god only knows what errant path we might choose.
If you have followed my blog, you know that I have a very chaotic life. One wife, four kids, three dogs and six exes, it is enough to drive any man crazy and lord only
knows how you can keep them all happy at the same time. However, the other evening while finishing up dinner, I noticed something highly unusual. Siete wasn’t bitching at me, the kids weren’t fighting and the dogs weren’t under foot. For a brief moment I thought this must be what normal families eat like…….then Meat (the youngest) fires off a big one, sending everyone scurrying for safety. So much for our Leave It To Beaver meal.
I am a firm believer that if someone were to serve me goat cheese ala poopoo or bacon wrapped turd, I would probably eat it without hesitation. And although most may not subscribe to my line of thinking, goat cheese and bacon do make most things better, which is reason enough to try this gem. It is a takeoff from Tin Star’s Chipotle Chicken Scaloppini. Its fairly simple, it is spicy and it is sure to create your own family bliss.
I now know why poets, authors and painters are notorious alcoholics and druggies……..being creative is an ass whip’n to the highest degree, especially after the holidays. So please forgive me if this post seems rather drab and mundane.
As seasons go, winters in Texas aren’t too bad. Unlike the northern states, Texas winters tend to be mild and pleasant. But on special occasions, Old Man Winter will pay us a visit. That visit came this past Sunday and The Old Man seems to be rather pissed. Typically, he comes and goes quickly, 30 degrees one day, 70 degrees the next. Not this time. No, it seems that someone has pissed him off good and he ain’t leaving anytime soon.