My Sunday In Pictures

I don’t do this often, but I have a more personal, “Get to Know Matty-Boy” post today.

What follows is a snapshot of what I did yesterday. It was a pleasant Sunday, and I shall share it with you.

First of all, I got a late start but I took breakfast to Ryno and his mom, and this is what I was greeted with…

Ryno’s class went to King’s Island Friday and he just had to have that hat. He said to me…

“Dad, this hat is a chick magnet. A group of five girls wanted to have their picture taken with me. I of course, obliged.”

Holy Cow…He used the word “obliged”. I like that. As soon as those braces come off, he is gonna be deadly. I love the little shit.

Ryno and I shot some hoops and while we doing so, I took some pictures of the house…You know…the house that used to be mine.

And as we were talking, he drained 13 in a row from 15+ feet out. Anyhoo…

Here’s a picture of part of the front yard that used to be mine…Mmmmmm, I like that.

You can see some red flowers in the background of the previous picture…here’s a close-up…of some, what are called, “Knock Out Roses”.

After my visit, I came back home and Schmoop and I went on a mission…It’s seems that Tommy Tutone has hit rock bottom.

He is now going to be singing Jenny 867-5309 in Bagwine, Ohio on the 29th at a dump known as the Key West Lounge…

If he had Schmoop as a back up singer he’d at least be adding some sexiness to his act…Well, if she by then, wasn’t ragging.

I also went to a place called Gordon Food Marketplace. This chain markets mainly to restaurants, but they are open to the public.

My brother Marty and his wife had given me a gift card for Christmas and I finally made my way out there. I bought for Schmoop and I, a huge ass chunk of Colby Jack, a dozen buns, and 15 1/3 pound sirloin burgers…

I made a Parmesan Pasta salad and cooked two, Swiss Cheese and Bacon burgers for Schmoop, because while she is a bit of a waif, when Schmoop is raggin’, she eats like Elizabeth Taylor devours both a Vegas smorgasbord and husbands…

She really dug the burgers, but I wish since her basement was flooding, I would have made something more topical, like chili dogs. Alas…

I will be working in the heat from 10-9 both Monday and Tuesday, but Wednesday?

I shall release my list of the five Bloggers that I would definitely make my next wife. I know…

Many of you are excited, mainly because you would rather find yourself NOT on the list…Tough. You may end up on it.

Cheers!!

Sunday Morning Church Disservice: Pleasant Valley Sunday

It’s going to be a bee-yoo-tee-ful Sabbath here in Bagwine, Ohio today. Sunny and 72 degrees.

I have been at the Beer Mine for two years now, and up until a couple of weeks ago, I worked every Sunday. Now, I have Sundays off.

I don’t know what it is, but I rather prefer having Sundays off as opposed to Saturdays. Sundays just feel so laid back…especially during the warm months.

I mean, what’s not to like? For instance, today…

I am going to get up no later than seven…have a couple of cups of coffee, take a shower, and be ready to go out by 8:45 or so.

I am then going to go to Schuler’s Donuts and pick up two glazed donuts for Ryno, two chocolate crème-filled for his mom, and head over to their house.

Ryno has a report due for school Monday and he has finished it, so I am going to look it over and harshly criticize it give him my opinion.

I’ll be there until about 10:30 at which point I will be off, as they will be headed to church. Ha, Suckers!!

I will then head to the grocery in search of brats that don’t cost an arm and a leg, and pick up some buns for said brats as well.

Upon returning home, I will turn on some music and boil the brats as I tip some cold ones. After a slow boil, I will then proceed to grill the brats with onions and peppers in a skillet and of course, tip a few more.

At 1 or so the Reds play the Cubs and I will listen to it on the radio. There’s something about the radio and baseball that strikes me as the perfect marriage of sport and media.

Schmoop and I will listen to the game, have a couple of beers and shoot the shit, while Corky sleeps curled up in the rocking chair or under the covers in the bed.

And, the windows will be open, so the vernal breezes will be carrying the fresh spring air into the digs.

Ahhhhhh, indeed…what’s not to like about a day like that?

If I’m lucky, the post game festivities will include a roll in the bed from hell with Schmoop. There’s nothing like three hours of brats, beer, and baseball followed by three sixty minutes of hot sex.

To me, that’s the perfect doubleheader, and after that, who cares what the rest of the day brings?

So there you have it, my idea of a pretty damn good Sunday.

Amen, and Amen.

I hope that you too enjoy your Sunday no matter what you plan on doing.

Batter up, and of course…

Cheers!!