The Weekend Recap 11.22.05

I gotta apologize for my tardiness on this post here, and in general over the past week or so. Work has me swamped and to top it off, I have a head cold. Unfortunately, that puts the blog as low man on the totem pole. I'll get back to daily posting soon, but until then, the public flogging will be held on Thursday, December 1st.

On a somewhat related note, a friend mentioned to me the other day that my blog has now become boring since I'm only dating one woman, and that it was much more exciting when I was juggling women. I'll be happy to start juggling women again, but cannot spare the time to look for them right now. Applications are being accepted at sethro@nc.rr.com. Must like dogs. And sex. But not sex with dogs. Just with me. Meaning having sex with me. Not me having sex with the dog. Just me having sex with the woman. The dog might watch though.

Friday
Good Times. I did get to see Steve America's little one, Thunder America. I swear, he looked like a little superhero lying there in his crib. Seriously though, he should replace Aquaman as one of the Superfriends.

Saturday
As noted, I felt like ass, at least most of the morning. Honestly, I'm having a hard time remembering exactly what the hell I did all day. I'm pretty sure that it consisted of walking around my house doing my best Boris Karloff impersonation, and laying on my couch watching glorious college football.

The FOF and I have an early date. We are cooking. Together. Oh boy. Is this like the next step in the relationship or something? Hell if I know...I just wanted to make my Triple Threat Chili™ and she suggested that she could make some Mexican Cornbread. I was amenable, but lets not make a big deal out of it, m'kay? Anyway, she comes over around 2ish and we head to the store for ingredients.

I'll just interject here and note that FOF had a salon appointment on Saturday to get her hair cut. And I mean cut. She had several inches taken off. Have I mentioned lately how much I prefer women with short hair? Crikey!

Anywho, we cook, we eat. I must say, and I don't feel like I cook many things very well, my chili is the shit. This batch was extra spicy and damn good. I still have plenty, so if you want a sample, head on over to Casa de Sethro for a taste. Since my sister loves Triple Threat Chili™, FOF and I packed some up and headed over. We played with the kids a bit, and I died laughing when Terd Ferguson (a.k.a. Luke, my sister's youngest), tried saying FOF's name. He has a deep voice for a 2 year old and the name came out so funny, I'm still laughing at it now.

We watched a movie back at my house and called it a night. Ended up being a really good day and a fine date. We're still feeling each other out and getting to know one another, but its going well. I do get the distinct feeling that she is feeling more strongly about us than I am, but I'm ok right now. I'm still not into rushing things when it comes to true emotional attachment, so I'm apt to hold back and be somewhat guarded.

Sunday
Coffee or The Secks™? I opt for the latter, though in doing so, the decision is mentally made to move the Cuisinart upstairs and have a water line put into my bedroom, so as to afford me the ability to enjoy both coffee and The Secks™ at the same time. Sometimes my idiosyncratic genius comes in handy.

Sunday has become somewhat of an errand running day for me. I'm not sure why, but I just haven't been that interested in the NFL this year, even though the Panthers are actually doing pretty well. Don't get me wrong, I've spent the Sabbath vegged out on the couch more than once this year, watching whatever game CBS or Fox wanted to show me...its just that I don't feel the need to be tied to the sofa. Ended up doing the grocery thing, which was good because I was running low on Manna from Heaven, otherwise known as cereal. I was also able to go out and pick up some long sleeve shirts that actually fit me, since nearly everything I have from last year is now too small. Damn those Fat Guy clothes. The remainder of the afternoon consisted of a run and a lifting session. By the time evening rolled around, I was exhausted.

Grey Anatomy rocked. A thought...outside of the hair, I can't see the fascination with Patrick Dempsey, a.k.a. the little geeky dude in Can't Buy Me Love (which I'm almost ashamed to admit seeing while on a date back in high school...ah yes, Tina from down the street. My memory is better than I thought. Fuck me, I guess that ginkgo biloba really does work!) All that said, the show kicks ass and the women are, well, more than easy on the eyes.