Oh Joy! Today is the first day of Run Amok Week! I'm so excited I can barely stand it. The giant squid is in full Neanderthal mode; I'm soooo proud I can do that to him.
In case you weren't aware of the week… Santa's "naughty/nice" list ends Christmas Eve when the jolly old fat guy shows up to do his thing. The new list doesn't begin until January 1st. So that leaves a WHOLE week with nobody taking notes, keeping score and being disagreeably Neanderthal-like. It's a week to run amok! No swats, spanks; you are home F-R-E-E!
This morning, I made oatmeal with brown sugar and cinnamon for the giant squid, a milkshake for me, oatmeal and bourbon infested eggnog for the pups to wash it down. I thought His Holiness would go through the roof.
"My bourbon" he shouted.
Tsk. He can't drink alllll of it and besides, SweetPea and BullyBoy were thirsty; oatmeal does that. Later I let them sample the cheese puffs I made along with some of the wine that had been sitting around for a while. My pups snored it off all afternoon. Such mellow pups.
I sat on Cowboy's lap while I ate half a box of chocolate turtles and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. Chocolate does that to me. Just when he was getting ready to do one of those caveman – over the shoulder maneuvers – and take us somewhere with more privacy, the phone rang. I continued to eat the chocolate and do a slow strip tease in front of him. He was watching me and trying to be civil while talking on the phone. It was a real challenge. He mumbled a few responses to the caller and had to repeat himself several times. When he finally ended the call, I was halfway up the stairs. The pups were between me and the frustrated man I married in the last century.
"Come and get me," I sang. (I also put the pups in a sit/stay/watch mode. Cowboy didn't have a chance to get past them to me.)
He yelled!
Tsk! No couth.
He made threats.
I laughed. "It's Run Amok Week! All rules are null and void."
"That's what you think," he growled. (He growls a lot when he doesn't get his way immediately.)
"What's it worth?" I asked, stripping my undies off, tossing them at him.
"Anything!" (What a frustrated man!)
Anything? LOL! I am so good at being naughty. I will make the man pay up allll week.
Okay, time to up the ante. I think I shall go slide down the banister in my new lingerie. Be sure to run amok. It only happens once a year. Let your creativity shine! Mine doesn't need any polishing.
Running amok… before I run out of steam.
~Sar~
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Bloody Mary
Do you imbibe alcoholic drinks? I'm fond of Kahlua on the rocks and the occasional sip - sometimes a glass - of wine. It has to be really good wine. One glass is my limit; then I fall asleep. The giant squid drinks mostly wine but now and then he wants a drink. He likes Bloody Marys. So the other night he asked if I'd make him one since I was already in the kitchen trying to convince the mastiff to eat the ickkkk left over broccoli that I had smothered in cheese. The mastiff wasn't buying it.
I pour the vodka into the glass, reach for the tomato juice... no tomato juice but we do have a can of V8. I substituted that. One crummy stalk of celery that looked half dead. Threw that away and checked to see what other green ugly was lying around. Found these teeny tiny little cabbages a.k.a. Brussels sprouts... threw those in, put a smile on my face and gave the drink to my lover.
He thanked me with a smile, buried his nose back into the scintillating book he was reading (some Navy nonsense) and took a GIANT swallow of the bloody Mary. Choked, made a god-awful sound and leaped up from his chair. I made a hasty retreat to the kitchen and got under the table with the mastiff. The rott was in another part of the house doing his usual evening routine - trying to drown one of the cats in the commode.
"SARADORA!" The man can really yell. You'd think he would have been more appreciative of my efforts. Naturally the rott came running... sniffed the bloody Mary and sneezed in it. I stayed in the kitchen with the mastiff.
"You can't spank me," I reminded him, still recuperating from surgery, etc. He muttered something in Italian. I don't think I've ever heard that particular phrase before...
Yes, I'm feeling better. Out of bed several hours a day, might even break down and cook a meal soon. Family is here; tis wonderful to have them with us. Snow on the ground - 22 inches of white stuff. When I woke up this morning and saw all that glorious snow I felt a warm (HOT)presence step up behind me. It said (hissed) words like snow angel, burning butt, and sleeping belly down till Christmas 2020 if I even thought about going out in it.
Truly the man is a baboon butthead!
Of course I thought about it. But having been feeling less than 100% for far too long, I pushed it to the back burner for now. 22 inches would make a really nice deep snow angel. I gave my word to His Holiness that I wouldn't be making snow angels any time this week. (I didn't say anything about next week, however. Just keeping my options open.)
As for the bloody Mary, I won't try to bartender again any time soon. The giant squid settled for a glass of wine; I poured Kahlua all over a pint of French Vanilla ice cream. Delicious.
Noticed that my blog is being hacked regularly. Was told by blogspot folks to delete gadgets and widgets - did that - still hacked occasionally. May have to delete the blog and start a new one at a different url if this keeps up. If I do this I'll have no way of letting you know unless you're on the "announce list" -bottom of index page here and at story website to join if you're interested.
Might not get online before Christmas/New Years. Wishing all of you the joys of the season and a happy, healthy and joyous new year.
~Sar~
I pour the vodka into the glass, reach for the tomato juice... no tomato juice but we do have a can of V8. I substituted that. One crummy stalk of celery that looked half dead. Threw that away and checked to see what other green ugly was lying around. Found these teeny tiny little cabbages a.k.a. Brussels sprouts... threw those in, put a smile on my face and gave the drink to my lover.
He thanked me with a smile, buried his nose back into the scintillating book he was reading (some Navy nonsense) and took a GIANT swallow of the bloody Mary. Choked, made a god-awful sound and leaped up from his chair. I made a hasty retreat to the kitchen and got under the table with the mastiff. The rott was in another part of the house doing his usual evening routine - trying to drown one of the cats in the commode.
"SARADORA!" The man can really yell. You'd think he would have been more appreciative of my efforts. Naturally the rott came running... sniffed the bloody Mary and sneezed in it. I stayed in the kitchen with the mastiff.
"You can't spank me," I reminded him, still recuperating from surgery, etc. He muttered something in Italian. I don't think I've ever heard that particular phrase before...
Yes, I'm feeling better. Out of bed several hours a day, might even break down and cook a meal soon. Family is here; tis wonderful to have them with us. Snow on the ground - 22 inches of white stuff. When I woke up this morning and saw all that glorious snow I felt a warm (HOT)presence step up behind me. It said (hissed) words like snow angel, burning butt, and sleeping belly down till Christmas 2020 if I even thought about going out in it.
Truly the man is a baboon butthead!
Of course I thought about it. But having been feeling less than 100% for far too long, I pushed it to the back burner for now. 22 inches would make a really nice deep snow angel. I gave my word to His Holiness that I wouldn't be making snow angels any time this week. (I didn't say anything about next week, however. Just keeping my options open.)
As for the bloody Mary, I won't try to bartender again any time soon. The giant squid settled for a glass of wine; I poured Kahlua all over a pint of French Vanilla ice cream. Delicious.
Noticed that my blog is being hacked regularly. Was told by blogspot folks to delete gadgets and widgets - did that - still hacked occasionally. May have to delete the blog and start a new one at a different url if this keeps up. If I do this I'll have no way of letting you know unless you're on the "announce list" -bottom of index page here and at story website to join if you're interested.
Might not get online before Christmas/New Years. Wishing all of you the joys of the season and a happy, healthy and joyous new year.
~Sar~
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Thankful
Cowboy here. Again I have been remiss in updating you on current events. My apologies. Life has been chaotic ups and downs. Sar has had 4 surgical procedures since Thanksgiving week and is now home at last.
Gall bladder surgery was textbook; 2 other surgeries to remove gall stones and kidney stones went well. Last surgery was a bit more complicated. It had to be delayed a few days so Sar wasn't under anesthesia for several days in a row. Repairing her intestinal tract was a longer event. We have a bit of recovery ahead of us.
My wife's family was here - still here - for the ordeal. They took over the 7th floor of the hospital. Max almost got us kicked out; he lit a cigar in the surgical waiting room. Nerves. Glory inspected the hospital's kitchen and Violet wanted to see the doc's medical school records. (Sar must have learned that from her.) Long time military friends helped sneak the pups in to see the imp. Between the Rott and the Mastiff there's about 280 lbs of canine. The dogs were beside themselves seeing Sar, kissing her. Sar was over the moon about the whole visit; did wonders for her mental health. Worth all the aggravation to get the dogs in and out.
All in all, the medics were patient with us, willing to accomodate all our demands, answer our questions, offer comfort. I was grateful for their attitude; True to form Sar was suspicious. Even so she asked me to remind her to send thank you notes to the nurses and other staff that took care of her.
She's been on liquids, finally moved to some solid foods. Should be eating normally in a day or 2. Glory plans to make Thanksgiving dinner for us sometime next week. Believe me. I am thankful. Having her home and in my arms each night is healing for both of us. I've told her she's in for a severe comeuppance for worrying me, turning my hair grey, and taking years off my life. The imp rolled her eyes.
Light snow as I write this. Sar's asleep now but when she wakes and sees the snow it will be like an early Christmas. My job will be to keep her warm and dry in the house. Wish me luck.
Cowboy
Gall bladder surgery was textbook; 2 other surgeries to remove gall stones and kidney stones went well. Last surgery was a bit more complicated. It had to be delayed a few days so Sar wasn't under anesthesia for several days in a row. Repairing her intestinal tract was a longer event. We have a bit of recovery ahead of us.
My wife's family was here - still here - for the ordeal. They took over the 7th floor of the hospital. Max almost got us kicked out; he lit a cigar in the surgical waiting room. Nerves. Glory inspected the hospital's kitchen and Violet wanted to see the doc's medical school records. (Sar must have learned that from her.) Long time military friends helped sneak the pups in to see the imp. Between the Rott and the Mastiff there's about 280 lbs of canine. The dogs were beside themselves seeing Sar, kissing her. Sar was over the moon about the whole visit; did wonders for her mental health. Worth all the aggravation to get the dogs in and out.
All in all, the medics were patient with us, willing to accomodate all our demands, answer our questions, offer comfort. I was grateful for their attitude; True to form Sar was suspicious. Even so she asked me to remind her to send thank you notes to the nurses and other staff that took care of her.
She's been on liquids, finally moved to some solid foods. Should be eating normally in a day or 2. Glory plans to make Thanksgiving dinner for us sometime next week. Believe me. I am thankful. Having her home and in my arms each night is healing for both of us. I've told her she's in for a severe comeuppance for worrying me, turning my hair grey, and taking years off my life. The imp rolled her eyes.
Light snow as I write this. Sar's asleep now but when she wakes and sees the snow it will be like an early Christmas. My job will be to keep her warm and dry in the house. Wish me luck.
Cowboy
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