Cheese and Whine

I must start today off on a sad note. Nosaj’s grandmother passed away this week. She has moved on to the great cheese shop in the sky. Our prayers are with Nosaj and his family.

While I am speaking of cheese, I would be remiss if I did not mention this story I saw yesterday. Here is a link to the story from Yahoo. This is from Deadspin. Basically it breaks down to this. Packer fans lock up their kid so they can go to casino to watch Packer games. AND WE LET LUMPY REPRODUCE????? This cannot end well. It just cannot.





Since I had bad news earlier, I must also mention that Captain Redneck had a second grandchild. Congrats. And a family member of mine is also in the baby way. And this time it is not my wife. The circle of life. And, probably more shocking than anything else, Sandwich Artist, has a girlfriend. I will keep you posted on that developing story. How long will she put up with a PS3, X-Box 360, addicted soul? That is the question of the day.

On the homefront, things have actually been quiet. The wife actually worked again last night. Since the baby has begun sleeping through the night and in her own room, it seems like the wife works every night. She is always gone. I can only hope at some point there will be a paycheck. Just two days ago she had to run to the store. It went a little something like this.


5:30 PM – Dinner with the family.

5:45 – Gone. No cleanup, no hesitation. Gone.

5:46 – Calls from the cellphone. Easier to escape and then let me know the plans so I cannot shackle her to the kitchen sink. She is going to STOP BY her sister’s Tupperware party. STOP BY and let a friend peek at a book she has purchased. Run to Walmart and come home.

7:30 – I call to find out where she has hidden something I need. She is done stopping by her sister’s and will soon be in route to the friend’s house. What???

9:30 – I call to let her know her spawn are sleeping and I will soon be doing the same. After, of course, I clean up the house and get stuff ready for work the next day. She is getting gas on the way to come home. Right?? No. She is getting gas on her way TO Walmart. Mind you. Walmart and Casa Jiggy are no more than 10 miles apart. I could have driven cross-country by now.

10:00 – My slave work complete, I retire to bed.

1:30 AM – I awaken to an empty bed. Oh no. She is dead? Broken down on the side of a deserted road? I frantically call her cell phone. She is just downstairs surfing the web. Ah the joys of not having to get up at the crack of dawn.