But Mom, It's Cold And Wet Outside

That's the look the puppies have been giving me every single day since it started raining Tuesday evening. "But momma it's too cold out there," they said in their whiny little doggy voices. "Come with us. Please?" Hey I'm no weather man but I have a great feeling it's going to be very wet and cold this year. Much more than in the past. Today it's only in the 50's. next week it's supposed to go down into the 40's. My back is really feeling it but I'm getting through it. I love the rain and I'm very grateful for everything the Goddess gives me when I ask. So I'm for sure not complaining about the wet weather we are having.

I'm making my home made Texas chili tonight for dinner. It's the perfect time of year for it too. I soak the kidney beans overnight and then rinse them in the morning. Then I cover them barely with cold water and start cooking them over a medium flame. While the beans are simmering I take six Roma tomatoes and place them one at a time in boiling hot water and peal them. I then chop them up and let them sit in a bowl while I brown the lean ground beef with minced garlic and half a chopped yellow onion. When the beef is completely cooked I add one small can of tomato paste and the chopped tomatoes. I add the half cooked beans with it's water and then stir and season to taste. This is when I add the chili seasoning and ground cumin seeds. David hates hot chili, so I take out half the chili and put it into a second pot and add chopped raw jalapenos to make it my four alarm chili. I let both pots simmer slowly for about three hours. Then I love to chop up the other half of the small yellow onion and shred a bit of yellow Jack Cheddar cheese to throw on top. David never heard of the raw onions and cheese on top and he loves his chili that way now. I also make my sweet cornbread muffins. What's chili without corn bread. So that's what's for dinner tonight.

David is getting ready for his fishing trip tomorrow. Yes, he's all giddy inside, dancing around the house. Packing and unpacking like a woman, wondering if he forgot something. But then again he always does. He's going to forget something really important like his wallet, you just wait and see. It never fails. Sometimes I am so grateful there will never be a Zombie Apocalypse *heavy sad sigh*.  Reason? You may ask? Come on, please ask me. - Because that man would never be able to bug out to a safe place. He would be packing and unpacking his backpack for days and then he would forget a major weapon like a machete, or crow bar, or deodorant.  

David's Gone On His Fishing Trip Tra La La La La La - YES!!!

BWAAAHAAHAAHAHAHAAA!!  I AM THE QUEEN OF MY DOMAIN!!

At least for two days, until David returns. Yes he finally left this morning at 5:15 am. The man was ready to go at 4am when he got up. He's so fucking anal. The whole time while he was waiting for Richie, Potsie, and The Fonz to get here he was organizing and reorganizing and asking me if or what if he missed a phone call. Rechecking all his voice mails. The man never gets rid of any of his voice mails and personally I don't think he knows how.

Anywho he was in the middle of listening to a VM from his daughter from 2 years ago when the guys pulled up and he was all a giddy and shit. Thank you Goddess!! I didn't think I could take anymore damned whining from the puppies. They wanted to go back to sleep and were tired from all David's commotion.

On another note the boys should have a wonderful time fighting mosquitoes, alligators and sharks as they fish for Reds off of  Port Aransas. Tropical Storm Don is still on a drunken teeter towards Mexico or Brownsville Texas. It's a toss up and who the fuck cares cause we won't be getting any rain anyways.

I'm Back, My Minions

Yeppers, a one and a half week hiatus does wonders for the fucked up crazy minded like me. I had a great time just lounging around and then my Bro and his wife K and my niece J came out to see us and we went out to eat and kill some time and I wanted to kill David the whole time but that's slated for tomorrow's blog entry. Sure to be a pleaser for all you husband haters out there.

The reason why I'm on my blog today instead of on Monday next week is because David got word from one of his best buds /old grade school  let's get into more fucking trouble than we can legally get out of  mates on the phone on Tuesday. Rick, his bestest friend in the whole world, whom they shared divorces together and said neither one would ever get married again, and to which they both met the right women, one being me, and they both got married again, asked David if he could go fishing this Thursday thru Saturday. David said it was up to the wife (me) and that he would have to come and ask, sorry, BEG my permission.

So Richie Rich came over to the house and got down on his knees, I should have taken a picture of this scene or even video would have been better so I could show it to his wife Beth. Anywho, he begs me in a whiny little boy's voice - yes, really he did - if David could come fishing with him and the guys. To which I replied Hell no, not without a fucking note. But he knew I was playing as usual, called me a bitch and hugged me. I'm easy, what can I say. Besides, I get some me time for two days.

So now David is packing and unpacking and packing again. I'm repacking his bag, taking out the pink ball gown and tiara and the negligee and black bras putting all the right stuff for the fishing trip, and all the while David is playing with his reel and winding new fishing line on it over and over again each time and I'm thinking to myself that the first time he casts that sucker it'll get into a tangled mess. Yes, I'm a morbid bitch and I fucking like it.

David is all a giddy cause it's his first fishing trip of the year in like two years. Only TS Don is coming along for the fun too. Yeppers, The boys are watching to see if Don doesn't just go South to Mexico and let them have their fun. And all the while I'm praying to the Goddess for a whopper of a rain storm that the Texas farmers need so very badly. Last check was Don in a drunken wobble to Mexico. Crap on toast! I never get a break.