Genghis Grill Review...

ThatManILove and I tried Genghis Grill tonight. It was crowded, and loud, and we arrived at a later hour. We waited about 15 minutes for a table, but used the wait to visit with some friends.


We were shown to a table, and introduced to our waitress, Miravelle. She explained the drill to us, and escorted us to the food line, where we picked our veggies, meat, and starch, then dropped it off at the grill for cooking.

When the bowls arrived at our table, with our cooked food, the taste was delightful. Meanwhile, the clamor had subsided, and we were able to enjoy a great supper.  TMIL ordered the white fish, and I stuck with mostly veggies.  Good stuff, maynard.  Good stuff.

It wasn’t as quick and efficient as say, PeiWei, or one of those larger chains, but it will do.

If you go visit, ask for server Miravelle. She’s awesome. And we will return.

Vamos Por La Casa!

Wanna know what love is?



Love is stopping at a hotel for the night when you’re less than 2 hours away from your house, but you’re too tired to stay awake driving at midnight. And besides that, you know ThatManILove wants you to be safe. Even if you get the last room at the hotel, there is no parking, and the cowboys, their women and their munchkins are still partying in the breakfast room.


And your eldest son is coming through the same town and wants to see you.


At midnight-thirty.


And his truck trailer loaded with horses is too big to go around the hotel parking lot, so you have to get in your truck and go meet he and his girlfriend at the closest "big enough to turn that honking sucker around" parking lot.


And then you have so much fun visiting with them for thirty minutes that when you get back to the hotel, you’re wide awake.


Awake enough to check out and drive the two hours home at 1:30 a.m.


But you...don’t. You go back to your hotel room and go to sleep.


Yup.  That, people, is love.

Foxy Foxy Foxy....

Once last week, and twice this week, I’ve spotted a male gray fox in our neighborhood.  He’s a sneaky boy, and crosses the street about three doors down (surely you didn't think he'd hang around my house with the Hunter Wonderdogs, did ya?) around 6:40 a.m. each morning.  And I'm curious.  I want to see where he lives, what he’s doing, and who he’s helping to feed.  I know there has to be a mommy fox and some babies around.  I know, because this is a yearly saga at the house of the Snooty Primadona where  the foxes Fernando and Felicia hang out. With all their cute babies, I must say. 

I guess I could get one of those infrared body heat cameras that hunters post at their deer feeders.

But then again, no.  I really don’t wanna know what goes on in my neighborhood after a certain hour.  Just bury my head in the sand, baby.  And call me Ostrich.

How Sweet It Is

This weekend, we visited a local eatery, Pizzeria Venti. We’re friends with the owners, who joined us for supper along with another friend.



When the night was over, we came back to the house, and our friend decided to camp out in our guest bedroom, as she and ThatManILove had been test-driving the wine.  I was the designated driver, so all was good, since I rarely imbibe.


This friend of ours is quite musical, and loves to sing. She made some off comment about the guitars, and I said, “If you ask him, he’ll probably play.”


She did.


And he did.


We started out with some James Taylor (of course) and progressed into worship music. It was fun, and washing. And what a joy to hear our friend sing. Before the weekend was over, we even broke out my Korg keyboard and amp and let her at it. Sweet stuff.


Simple pleasures, people. Simple pleasures.

Help Me Make It Through The Night

Monday.

What a day.  My IT department pulled a password change that totally ripped out all my 5K plus contacts and left me whining.  Sniveling.  Pleading.  People, I cannot do business the way I do business without those contacts.

Yes, I have a copy.  No, it will not import without a password - never mind that it’s never had a password.  So we had to sic the password cracker on it.  But he’s in a meeting.  And won’t be able to attack it until 7 a.m. tomorrow.  And I will be waiting at the office for him to sneak into my computer so we may labor together until my contacts are in their rightful place.

Tuesday

I walk in my door, 6 ish, to find my a/c is history.  No workie.  Hormonal woman, 100 degrees outside, 150 inside.  Well, at least, that’s what it feels like. My normal A/C guy can’t come until tomorrow.  I call another, who gets to the house at 10:30, opens my A/C, and says - something’s come loose.  Your motor’s fried.  And off he goes, out the door, with the last hope I have of being anywhere near cool tonight.

All the hotels are booked.  

My dogs are panting.  I’m sweating.  

Menopausal women and heat do not mix, people.

All I can say is “C’mon, 7 a.m. - at least I’ll be in a cool office.”

Shower The People You Love With Love...

Remember the last time I wrote?  And said ThatManILove was stuck on a well?  He’s still stuck on a well. No sleep.  Hasn’t seen a hotel room in a couple of days.  

So instead of telling you all the cool things we’ve experienced together this week, I’ll tell you what I saw today at the 4H Larry Ratheal Memorial Benefit shoot.

I saw 7 people, me being one of them, shoot together on a squad and have fun.  It was hot.  There was very little breeze.  But people, we had fun.

I saw two dads work with their respective sons while they shot their shotguns. Both dads were overjoyed at their sons’ successes.  This was the first tourney for either boy, and they both rocked the Casbah.  Just saying.

I love seeing young people excel at whatever they pursue.

It’s very encouraging.

More than that, I love seeing fathers....be...fathers.

Just A Little More Time

ThatManILove came home late yesterday afternoon after working 36 hours in the field at one fell swoop.  He was exhausted.

He’s been leaving here around 4 a.m. on Monday mornings, and heading 2.5 hours away to work in the oilfield.  He’s on location most days by 6:30 or 7, then making it to the hotel around 11 at night.  He’s not getting much sleep, after doing reports, etc.

And then, when ThatManILove comes home, there’s always something to do around the house.  We’re unable to see our friends much, because we barely have any time together - usually less than two days.  We’re close to getting finished with the remodel on the house. Maybe then, he will be able to come home and just rest and relax.

Someday soon.

Someday, soon.