Civilization can be described in so many ways. There are times when Cowboy is so involved in something or other on the base that he reverts to Cro-Magnum man. I take this as an opportunity to participate in his caveman ways and I grill a lot of meat for our dinners. If he has a need to unwind, I toss the meat onto the outdoor grill and let him have his way with it.
This makes my pups use this time to bond with him, sitting close to his side as he turns the meat. He grumbles that they're not getting any but even he and I together cannot eat 8-10 pounds of meat... We have 5 dogs and 2 flesh-eating cats so nothing is going to waste.
I throw some potatoes on the grill and we feast like they did back in the Paleolithic caveman age. Not sure when Cro-Magnum man existed but it was one of those pre-historic-kill-the-dinosaur-before-it-kills-you-and-pass-the-mammoth ribs-please times.
Occasionally, his wits return...
"What about vegetables?" he asks.
"Vegetables?" I simply hate it when he wants to ruin a perfectly good meal with green things.
"Can't live on meat alone, babe."
Sure we can.
SWAT!
Tsk!
"Which veggie are we having, Sar?"
"A civilized one," I replied as I placed a bowl of cherry tomatoes on the table along with an assortment of olives and pickles.
There are civilized vegetables and there are uncivilized vegetables. I eat a number of raw veggies - not too crazy about cooked veggies and refuse to ingest any veggie that is not identifiable, reeks of nutriments, stinks, or doesn't slice easily with a knife. Ergo: I do not touch collard greens, brussels sprouts, turnips, or fiddleheads, among others. I am positive some of them are fungi in disguise. Not too crazy about broccoli or asparagus either. Cauliflower is okay if it's mashed and smothered in butter.
Civilized veggies are lettuce, tomatoes, cukes, radishes, sweet carrots, onions, olives, pickles, green peppers, artichoke hearts, palm hearts, and potatoes. Beets are okay if they're pickled like cucumbers. Spinach has to be raw and fresh and in a salad with mushrooms and endives - abhor cooked spinach.
"I wouldn't mind some creamed spinach," the Cro-Magnum man says.
"I wouldn't mind a new car and a new computer," I reply sweetly. "What are the chances of that?"
"Not good," he smiles. "At least, not good at the moment."
"That's how I feel about creamed spinach, squid."
SWAT!
Tsk!
"What's for dessert?"
"Cheesecake, of course."
"No cheesecake until you eat a green veggie, imp."
"No problem," I reply and dig into the pickles...
New topic:
Speaking of caveman times... When I was an undergraduate all students were required to take a course in physical science. I remember that one of the questions on the final exam was to list the ages of man. A friend and I had studied and memorized all this trivia and somewhere along the way, someone told us an alliteration to help us remember.
"Every Old Man Plays Poker Regularly." The first letter of each word represents the answers: Eocene, Oligocene, Miocene, Pliocene, Pleistocene, and I forget what the "R" stood for. Vaguely, I recall there was also a Paleocene, Decene, Epicene, and a Neocene.
My friend had a memory like a sieve so she couldn't remember what the letters stood for. I remember that she passed with flying colors because she sat next to a very smart person...
Back to first topic:
So... since I wasn't keen on eating any veggies with my grilled steaks... I waited until it was time to eat dessert and when the Cro-Magnum squid arched a brow and said I couldn't have any 'cause I didn't eat any veggies... I stripped.
When I had his complete and undivided attention, I yelled to the pups to "kiss the squid" and when they leaped up to smooch him, I grabbed the cheesecake and ran into the house.
"When I get my hands on you!"
"Promises, promises."
I scarfed about a third of it down before he caught up with me.
Cheesecake was GOOD!
Spanking was teasing.
The rest was lovely.
~Sar~
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
At the Beach
Cowboy here. We're at the beach for a long weekend. Going home in the morning. The imp has been going about her days in double time - working on a piece of art that was commissioned some time ago and redoing the computer code on all her stories and transferring them to the new site. She tells me they are all there but being read off of 2 different servers. I don't pretend to know the technical details but whatever it is, she has to do something to each of them to get them all onto her new website.
She has spent every waking moment on the art piece and on the new website. And she was showing signs of exhaustion. Telling her to take it slower is like telling her to give up chocolate so I did what she always accuses me of doing. I went into Neanderthal mode.
While she was busy I packed a few things for us and in the middle of the night Thursday, I settled her in the car and drove and ferried out to the small place we have in the San Juans. She slept the entire way which tells you how tired she was.
Brought 3 of the dogs with us - the Rott and Mastiff and the Bloodhound. The hound is up there in years and Sar refuses to make the animal go through another living adjustment. We'll be keeping him for the long haul. We didn't know if he's seen the ocean and he's attached to Sar so brought him along as a treat for both of them.
We had an anniversary this month so this is another reason to be here - a few days to ourselves - always a good thing.
Our cabin is on an out of the way cove with only locals in the area and not many of them. It's warm from mid morning to mid afternoon but the evening brings cool breezes and a bit of chill to the air.
The sand is just wet enough to make sand castles and I indulged her desire to build a sand fort just above the high tide mark. A good breeze will make it erode but she's curious to see how long it will last. I doubt it will be here for our next visit but we'll see. Just seeing her relax has been worth the trip out here. Her dogs are curious and stick their muzzles into everything. The Bloodhound has made himself comfortable in the middle of the fort which makes us both laugh at his antics. Something about the ocean air has made him friskier and more pup-like. I watch my wife as she romps with her pups and I'm feeling a bit frisky myself.
Local radio news advises that the "K" pod is in the area with 2 new calves. I scan the horizon with binoculars to try to spot them. The Orcas regularly play and rest in the protected coves and ours has been a popular one for them in the past. They won't be in the area long. In the not too distant future they will begin the slow migration to southern waters for the winter season.
Sar wants a campfire on the beach to roast hot dogs and marshmallows. I know her plan. She'll cuddle up to me and I'll keep my arms around her and the fire will burn and she'll get to stay outdoors in the cool evening when I would rather she be indoors and warm. The breeze off the ocean is a damp one and not the best for her. I give in and let her have some time outdoors in the chilly evening. The sound of the incoming tide lulls her to sleep and when that happened, I doused the fire and carried the imp back to the cabin.
We jog a bit in the cool morning. Doesn't take much to warm up when you're burning energy and when we get to the halfway point, I always give Sar a piggy back ride back. I don't want her jogging that many miles and she weighs less than a military backpack. I reach for her but she's decided to jog a little further and eludes me. She takes off with her dogs and I give chase. The dogs think this is a great game and when I finally tackle her in the sand they are all over me.
I haul her over my shoulder and give her a couple of swats which makes her laugh. Her laughter is music to my ears and tells the pups all is well. They dance around us the whole way back. I tell her she's in for it and she tells me we're gonna be out of peaches when we get home. I remind her who is boss and damned if she doesn't start giggling.
I tell her she's gonna get spanked for that and she jumps me. So there we are - on the deserted beach - a beautiful woman in my arms - one I love with all my heart. My only hope is that no one was watching us with binoculars from behind a sand dune while the band played on. It was bad enough we had 3 nosy dogs with us.
Cowboy
She has spent every waking moment on the art piece and on the new website. And she was showing signs of exhaustion. Telling her to take it slower is like telling her to give up chocolate so I did what she always accuses me of doing. I went into Neanderthal mode.
While she was busy I packed a few things for us and in the middle of the night Thursday, I settled her in the car and drove and ferried out to the small place we have in the San Juans. She slept the entire way which tells you how tired she was.
Brought 3 of the dogs with us - the Rott and Mastiff and the Bloodhound. The hound is up there in years and Sar refuses to make the animal go through another living adjustment. We'll be keeping him for the long haul. We didn't know if he's seen the ocean and he's attached to Sar so brought him along as a treat for both of them.
We had an anniversary this month so this is another reason to be here - a few days to ourselves - always a good thing.
Our cabin is on an out of the way cove with only locals in the area and not many of them. It's warm from mid morning to mid afternoon but the evening brings cool breezes and a bit of chill to the air.
The sand is just wet enough to make sand castles and I indulged her desire to build a sand fort just above the high tide mark. A good breeze will make it erode but she's curious to see how long it will last. I doubt it will be here for our next visit but we'll see. Just seeing her relax has been worth the trip out here. Her dogs are curious and stick their muzzles into everything. The Bloodhound has made himself comfortable in the middle of the fort which makes us both laugh at his antics. Something about the ocean air has made him friskier and more pup-like. I watch my wife as she romps with her pups and I'm feeling a bit frisky myself.
Local radio news advises that the "K" pod is in the area with 2 new calves. I scan the horizon with binoculars to try to spot them. The Orcas regularly play and rest in the protected coves and ours has been a popular one for them in the past. They won't be in the area long. In the not too distant future they will begin the slow migration to southern waters for the winter season.
Sar wants a campfire on the beach to roast hot dogs and marshmallows. I know her plan. She'll cuddle up to me and I'll keep my arms around her and the fire will burn and she'll get to stay outdoors in the cool evening when I would rather she be indoors and warm. The breeze off the ocean is a damp one and not the best for her. I give in and let her have some time outdoors in the chilly evening. The sound of the incoming tide lulls her to sleep and when that happened, I doused the fire and carried the imp back to the cabin.
We jog a bit in the cool morning. Doesn't take much to warm up when you're burning energy and when we get to the halfway point, I always give Sar a piggy back ride back. I don't want her jogging that many miles and she weighs less than a military backpack. I reach for her but she's decided to jog a little further and eludes me. She takes off with her dogs and I give chase. The dogs think this is a great game and when I finally tackle her in the sand they are all over me.
I haul her over my shoulder and give her a couple of swats which makes her laugh. Her laughter is music to my ears and tells the pups all is well. They dance around us the whole way back. I tell her she's in for it and she tells me we're gonna be out of peaches when we get home. I remind her who is boss and damned if she doesn't start giggling.
I tell her she's gonna get spanked for that and she jumps me. So there we are - on the deserted beach - a beautiful woman in my arms - one I love with all my heart. My only hope is that no one was watching us with binoculars from behind a sand dune while the band played on. It was bad enough we had 3 nosy dogs with us.
Cowboy
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Website Moving!
Brief note to let you know that I'm moving my website to a new server. This is not something I wanted to do; current host informed me they no longer want websites that contain adult content. I have a new site and am in the process of transferring everything there.
The good news: It should be up and running in a few days.
The bad news: The FTP - File Transfer Protocol one uses to accomplish this feat is incompatible between the old and new websites. Ergo: Each file (I have over 1000 files) has to be uploaded and @#$%$ REFORMATTED. Translation: This will take a while.
As each section is transferred I will remove those stories from the old website. The host has given me until midnight Tuesday... to accomplish this and then they lock me out of the site. Will let you know what the new website address is shortly. Also, if you go to the current website, you will note that I have deleted the pictures. They will show up on the new website.
Thanks very much for your patience. Can't wait to figure out what it takes to let people know who link to me that the url has changed. ~ sigh ~
THIS blog has a separate address and will remain as is.
The giant squid's view on this:
"Don't get all worked up over this, Sar. People can wait a few days to read your stories."
"Uh huh. Bring home takeout for the next 4 days, okay?"
"What about my peach cobbler?"
"You finished it last night. I'm not baking right now."
"Any suggestions for dessert?"
HOLD ME BACK!
SWAT!
Tsk
More news soon.
~Sar~
The good news: It should be up and running in a few days.
The bad news: The FTP - File Transfer Protocol one uses to accomplish this feat is incompatible between the old and new websites. Ergo: Each file (I have over 1000 files) has to be uploaded and @#$%$ REFORMATTED. Translation: This will take a while.
As each section is transferred I will remove those stories from the old website. The host has given me until midnight Tuesday... to accomplish this and then they lock me out of the site. Will let you know what the new website address is shortly. Also, if you go to the current website, you will note that I have deleted the pictures. They will show up on the new website.
Thanks very much for your patience. Can't wait to figure out what it takes to let people know who link to me that the url has changed. ~ sigh ~
THIS blog has a separate address and will remain as is.
The giant squid's view on this:
"Don't get all worked up over this, Sar. People can wait a few days to read your stories."
"Uh huh. Bring home takeout for the next 4 days, okay?"
"What about my peach cobbler?"
"You finished it last night. I'm not baking right now."
"Any suggestions for dessert?"
HOLD ME BACK!
SWAT!
Tsk
More news soon.
~Sar~
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Peach Cobbler Bribery
I have jetlag. We left Japan on a Tuesday and got home the day before... When we left home to go to Japan, we lost a day. Somewhere in the scheme of things, I think we made up for that lost day but hopefully, I didn't miss any meals. I ate extra Twinkies just in case.
We had a wonderful time - acted like tourists, going here, there and everywhere and ate all sorts of things that tasted good but had unidentifiable ingredients. While the giant squid did his giant squid thing, I kept his credit card company in business.
"Don't buy out all of Tokyo, imp," the Neanderthal said.
"I won't."
Was actually planning on raising the economy in Kyoto instead and when that was accomplished, was going to see what they had in Osaka and maybe, Kobe.
SWAT!
Tsk
Naturally, I had everything shipped home.
And when we got home, there was a very large pile of mail to sort through. Cowboy pulled out all the bills to pay and discarded the junked mail. One envelope was addressed to us by our last name only so he opened that.
"Who's Jim?"
"Jim? Jim who?"
"He's inquiring as to your whereabouts. Who's Jim?"
I scanned the letter and smiled. "Ohhhhhh... Jim."
At this point, the giant squid had his arms crossed over his chest very much like Popeye does when he's glaring at poor lil 'ole Olive Oil. The squid's biceps are about the same size.
Tsk
"I'm waiting."
Hark! Was that a note of impatience I heard?
"SAR!"
Make that FARK!
"Umm... Jimmy was a boy I knew in college."
"Jimmy?"
"Welllll... his mom probably named him James and his pals probably call him Jim but I... uh... always called him Jimmy."
"Jimmy," the giant squid muttered. "That's a name for a boy," he snorted. "You were dating a boy?"
"We didn't actually date. We went out a time or two for breakfast but we were just friends and I heard he married a gal from his hometown right after college and they have grown kids and are probably grandparents by now and he was always a perfect gentleman and never even held my hand and I was always hungry and he didn't mind springing for breakfast and in return, I shared my class notes and..."
Oy! I'm rambling.
"Breakfast?" the Neanderthal narrowed his eyes at me. "Why breakfast? What were you doing with Jimmy boy before breakfast? Why not dinner?"
Breakfast is the only word he heard? I do believe the man is jealous of a boy I used to know umpteen years ago. Pardon me while I laugh while I still can.
"We met at the college cafeteria *before* class, that's what we did."
"Uh huh. And why does he want to contact you now?"
"Probably figured out the Internet was a good way to reconnect with old friends."
"You planning on answering this letter?"
"You wouldn't mind?"
"I would mind. What does this guy look like?"
"Well, he always loved to eat and he married a professional caterer so he's probably got a huge belly, lots of chins and he had pale blond hair - wouldn't be surprised if he's bald by now."
He used to be the spitting image of a young Paul Newman and girls followed him everywhere.
"Send him an email through my account and if he's ever out this way, we can have dinner with him and his wife."
"You jealous?" I asked and hugged my guy tight around the waist.
"Do I have a reason to be?" he countered and hugged me back.
"Wellll....."
SWAT!
Tsk
"I love making you jealous, squidlet."
"I love warming your butt, imp."
"Peach cobbler for dessert, tonight."
"What are you serving it with?"
"Me."
"That might lead to a sweet spanking."
~ sigh ~
~Sar~
P.S. As soon as time permits, I will create a link for some recipes - peach cobbler included - as well as some other dishes that kindle and refuel romance.
We had a wonderful time - acted like tourists, going here, there and everywhere and ate all sorts of things that tasted good but had unidentifiable ingredients. While the giant squid did his giant squid thing, I kept his credit card company in business.
"Don't buy out all of Tokyo, imp," the Neanderthal said.
"I won't."
Was actually planning on raising the economy in Kyoto instead and when that was accomplished, was going to see what they had in Osaka and maybe, Kobe.
SWAT!
Tsk
Naturally, I had everything shipped home.
And when we got home, there was a very large pile of mail to sort through. Cowboy pulled out all the bills to pay and discarded the junked mail. One envelope was addressed to us by our last name only so he opened that.
"Who's Jim?"
"Jim? Jim who?"
"He's inquiring as to your whereabouts. Who's Jim?"
I scanned the letter and smiled. "Ohhhhhh... Jim."
At this point, the giant squid had his arms crossed over his chest very much like Popeye does when he's glaring at poor lil 'ole Olive Oil. The squid's biceps are about the same size.
Tsk
"I'm waiting."
Hark! Was that a note of impatience I heard?
"SAR!"
Make that FARK!
"Umm... Jimmy was a boy I knew in college."
"Jimmy?"
"Welllll... his mom probably named him James and his pals probably call him Jim but I... uh... always called him Jimmy."
"Jimmy," the giant squid muttered. "That's a name for a boy," he snorted. "You were dating a boy?"
"We didn't actually date. We went out a time or two for breakfast but we were just friends and I heard he married a gal from his hometown right after college and they have grown kids and are probably grandparents by now and he was always a perfect gentleman and never even held my hand and I was always hungry and he didn't mind springing for breakfast and in return, I shared my class notes and..."
Oy! I'm rambling.
"Breakfast?" the Neanderthal narrowed his eyes at me. "Why breakfast? What were you doing with Jimmy boy before breakfast? Why not dinner?"
Breakfast is the only word he heard? I do believe the man is jealous of a boy I used to know umpteen years ago. Pardon me while I laugh while I still can.
"We met at the college cafeteria *before* class, that's what we did."
"Uh huh. And why does he want to contact you now?"
"Probably figured out the Internet was a good way to reconnect with old friends."
"You planning on answering this letter?"
"You wouldn't mind?"
"I would mind. What does this guy look like?"
"Well, he always loved to eat and he married a professional caterer so he's probably got a huge belly, lots of chins and he had pale blond hair - wouldn't be surprised if he's bald by now."
He used to be the spitting image of a young Paul Newman and girls followed him everywhere.
"Send him an email through my account and if he's ever out this way, we can have dinner with him and his wife."
"You jealous?" I asked and hugged my guy tight around the waist.
"Do I have a reason to be?" he countered and hugged me back.
"Wellll....."
SWAT!
Tsk
"I love making you jealous, squidlet."
"I love warming your butt, imp."
"Peach cobbler for dessert, tonight."
"What are you serving it with?"
"Me."
"That might lead to a sweet spanking."
~ sigh ~
~Sar~
P.S. As soon as time permits, I will create a link for some recipes - peach cobbler included - as well as some other dishes that kindle and refuel romance.
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