Yeah? Just try it . . .

Hubby came across this news article the other day. 

The funny thing . . . not that the article is funny because spousal abuse is  seriously horrible and wrong . . . 

 . . . but the funny thing about this article is that every work day I get up two hours earlier than I need to (at 5-friggin-o'clock in the morning) just so that I that I can make him a nice fresh cup of coffee made with fresh ground coffee beans, natural raw sugar and relatively farm fresh cream.    And then . . . after a feed the cat because she's a whiny freaking thing if she doesn't get her breakfast . . . I make him a nice healthy lunch to get him through his long, hard manually labor intensive day.

Soooooo . . . 

After he read the article to me he warned me . . . "Let that be a lesson to you."

Really??  Oh dude . . . you just try it!

Campy Camping - Episode 1

Hubby and I were off camping in the wild north woods of Connecticut for our annual fall camp out.

When we got there we set up under the threat of rain but manage to get our gear in order before any major wetness ensued.

In fact, we managed to enjoy our first beer of the trip and most of dinner before all hell broke loose.

It rained . . .   

                     hard . . .

                                     all . . . night . . . long.

At some point at some ridiculously dark hour I heard hubby fumbling and stumbling around inside the tent.

I had to pee for hours but the pitter patter of lotsa little raindrops on the top of the tent was about as good a reason as any to stay zipped in and suffer through insistence of my bladder that it was really REALLY full.

So, as he was exiting the relative warmth and comfort of our nylon and mesh enclosure I followed him.

I couldn’t ignore my need any longer.

Being a girl, I can’t easily stagger to the nearest tree to relieve myself like my hubby can.

No, I have to wander in the dark over the river, through the woods, up hill through the snow (both ways) to go to the campground’s bathroom.

Anyhoo . . . flash forward . . .

We’re back in the tent getting all snuggly warm again in our king-size double-wide sleeping bag.

Hubby looked at the clock:  5:30 AM . . . a dark, drippy, damp, foggy 5:30 AM.

He was like, “I’m never going to get back to sleep.”

So much for sleeping in on vacation.  **sigh**

Being a lovey dovey mush hound, I said, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he replied.

“I love you more.”

“No, I love you more!”

It went on like this for a while, then I said, “Let’s have sex.”

“Now?  Before I’ve had coffee?? Are you trying to kill me?!” was the response.

“Yeah, let’s have sex.”

“See, that proves it!  I really DO love you more!”

Whatever.

I was still pretty tired really wanted to go back to sleep for a while.  “Okay, I’ll stop talking now so we can go back to sleep.”

He said, “Why don’t you keep talking . . . that way I’m sure to fall back to sleep.”

Nice, huh?

I don't, for the record, have a Tweety Bird fetish.

I’m an early bird . . . early to bed, early to rise, getting the worm and all that.  

Hubby is a night owl . . . if it was practical he would stay up all night and into the wee hours of the morning.

Even though he can’t go along with his biological clock he’s still not ready to go to sleep when I am . . . which I fully admit is toddler early but that’s when I get sleepy . . . but I still want him to come to bed with me.

Why?  Because I just so happen to love him and like to be near him.  I sleep better when he’s in bed next to me.

You might think this would cause some feathers to fly in our love nest.  But since we are pretty  much attached at the wing tips, it really doesn’t.

Why?  Because hubby is a big sweetie-bird and willingly comes to bed with me . . . just so long as it’s not too early.  There are  certain time parameters . . . if I ask too early then he asks if I know what itme it is.  Of course I know what time it is.  Sheesh.

So, even though he’s not ready to go to sleep, he plops himself in bed between me and his laptop.  So that he can continue to do whatever he’s doing and I get to snuggle.   

Yeah, I know that the laptop is taking up space on the bed but that just mean that my hunny is closer to me.  It all works out.

Funny story that sort of related . . . the other night hubby was ready to go to sleep and he rolled over to cuddle.  I was facing away from him and he spooned up against me and put his arm over me. And then, because he wanted skin to skin contact, he put his arm under my shirt to rest his hand on my tummy.  I was aware of what was going on because I woke up when he flipped over.  So there his hand is on my belly and the next thing I know he stuck his finger in my belly button. Just a quick beep . . . it was kinda cute.

 

So the next day I mentioned it to him and he had zero recollection of this.  He even went so far as to say I made it up.  But I didn’t. 

Cuddling included belly button beeping, I guess.  :)~

Espaguetis (Spaghetti a la Dominicana)

A wonderful and surprising combination of flavors. 

1 Lb of Spaghetti

1/4 Lb. of Dominican "Salami" Diced Into Small Cubes

1/4 Cup of Ground Parmesan Cheese

1 Tablespoon of Capers

1/2 Cup Pitted Green Olives, Cut into Pieces

2 Tablespoons of Olive Oil

1 Large Green Bell Pepper Cut Into Small Cubes

4 Plum Tomatoes Cut Into Small Cubes

2 Cups of Tomato Sauce

1 Large Onion Sliced Finely

1 Pinch of Oregano

1/2 Tablespoon of Mashed Garlic

1/2 Cup of Evaporated Milk                       

Pepper

Salt

I didn’t have Dominican "salami" so I used Chinese pork sausages.  They are slightly sweet and a little spicy plus they add color.  Very yummy!

Boil the spaghetti until slightly softer than al dente having added a teaspoon of salt to the water. Drain the water and reserve the spaghetti.

Heat a tablespoon of oil in a pan over medium heat.

Cook and stir the salami (or sausage) until it browns.

Add the onions, pepper, olives, garlic and capers and cook and stir for a minute.

Add the tomatoes and oregano; simmer over low heat until the tomatoes are tender. 

Add the tomato sauce and the milk and mix well.

Simmer over low heat for a minute. Stir often.

Season with pepper and salt to taste.

Serve hot over the spaghetti and top with grated cheese.

I don't, for the record, have a Tweety Bird fetish.
Brian Lamb