Well folks, summer is officially here, and during this week, which proceeds the week leading up to the July 4th Weekend, I typically phone it in.
It’s as close as I get to taking a Blog vacation. So today, I have some random thoughts and musings. Deal with it.
You know what’s cool about working 10-9 on Mondays and Tuesdays? When I leave the Beer Mine on Tuesday night, over half of my work week is already done. I dig that.
Speaking of the Beer Mine, our fearless leader, Drive-By Mikey, while not in the best of moods yesterday, did manage to give a bunch of shit to our ice delivery guy, Luis...
Luis was unloading the ice as it rained and Mikey said stuff to Luis like…
“Last week, I told you that you had been getting slower, so it must be that you joined a union. Since you are working in the rain, I guess you haven’t.”
And he continued…
“Leave it to a Mexican, to think it’s a good idea to stop at a place that needs 120 bags of ice unloaded when it’s raining. Hell Luis, you could have stopped at a place that only needed two or three until the rain stopped.”
Mikey spouted off some other stuff which I will not repeat here, but I was crying from laughing so hard.
As I mentioned, the wondrous, firework-filled, 4th of July Weekend is rapidly approaching.
If you have never seen the series that the History Channel typically runs on the 4th of July about the American Revolution, make sure you check it out.
I’ve seen it three times, and will watch it again this year. It is excellent.
The Beer Mine and in fact the Bagwine digs, may have a special guest stopping by this weekend. Whoever could it be..?
If she does make it down, I will meet her with a smile on my face and a ruler in my hand.
I will smack her on the ass with the ruler, and then promptly take her into the cooler, and measure her nipples to see how long they get when in a 40 degree beer cooler.
I shall then take her home after I close, and feed her…Loosemeat Sandwiches you gutter snipes; I’ll feed her Loosemeat Sandwiches. I hope she comes…comes to Bagwine. God...you guys, are whores!!
My old “buddy”, Uncle Charlie now dumps my comments when I leave one on his site. I am saddened. I hope he treats Robbie, Chip, and Ernie better than he does me.
One last thing…Thanks for letting Schmoop know how ya feel about her hair. She dug it, and so did I.
Have a wonderful day all. It’s gonna be another hot one here. “See” ya all tonight or tomorrow.
Cheers!!
Now dig it, folks…Six weeks from today Lent begins with Ash Wednesday on February 17th.
As some of you longtime Bagwine Heads know, for the past three Lenten seasons I have given up meat during the 46 day run between Ash Wednesday and the resurrection of Jeebus on Easter morning.
For those six weeks during the last three years, I have not allowed the greasy goodness of meat touch my lips. No bacon, no sausage, no burgers, no pizza with pepperoni. No meat…period.
Well…This Lent, I will not being doing that (sorry Michele). For me, giving up meat during Lent is no longer a challenge…no longer a significant sacrifice.
Hell, in some ways I look forward to the meatless, pre-cross nailing weeks so I can see what types of wacky recipes I can come up with sans meat. I must demand more from myself this Lenten season.
So…
I have decided that this year, beginning on Ash Wednesday and until Easter Morning, I will not allow bread nor pasta to pass my incredibly sexy lips.
There will be no macaroni and cheese for me. There will be no Hamburger Helper aiding my craving. There will be no rolls, toast, chips, spaghetti, or pizza. Pizza, Folks!!
Praise Jeebus, and may he give me the strength to accomplish such a sacrificial and gastronomic feat!!
Bread, noodles, and other pasta type things show up in so many things I enjoy. Chicken Noodle Soup, Grilled Cheese, stuffing, and of course, burgers…and Pizza!!
But you say…“Well Hell, Matt-Man, at least you’ll continue to eat meat this Lent. Could it really be that bad, ya big pussy?”
Oh sure I can eat meat, but is a hot dog the same when not in the form of these delicious Pigs in a Blanket that I made?
Nothing like a brat or Italian Sausage with mustard and kraut, but without a juice soaked New England Split Top bun does it taste as sweet?
My Loosemeat Sandwiches are famous, but without a greasy bun holding it all together they are but a jiggly mess of meat going unmentioned in the annals of Culinarydom. 
This breadless trek will be sure to test my character, my faith, and my ability to go six weeks without eating Pizza. Pizza, Folks!!
But…There you have it. My Lenten sacrifice for 2010. We will of course address this again when the day draws nigh, but in the meantime…
Would you say a prayer for me in order to soften the fertile sacramental soil prior to my feet setting upon it and into the cold, barren wilderness of a life without bread and pasta…and Pizza!!
I thank you, and may the light of Jeebus shine down upon you.
Cheers!!
Luis was unloading the ice as it rained and Mikey said stuff to Luis like…
If she does make it down, I will meet her with a smile on my face and a ruler in my hand.