Deep In The Forrest

The labor after Labor Day is probably the most bitter dose, especially when you've taken a vacation from the entire rat race for 5 days. I've not been around really throughout my days off, as I elected to take a break from reality, blogging and anything serious for the whole duration of my time off. I needed it, seriously. I'm not going to apologize then, for my absence at any of the blogs, and if I have missed anything important... I had to get away... I'm back. I will do my best to catch up to you all soon. Hopefully, everyone had a good weekend. Those of us who were celebrating Labor Day, I trust you enjoyed a nice time whether you were cooking out, taking a trip somewhere fun, or just hiding out, like myself. Dad's birthday cook-out went very well Friday night. My family seemed to enjoy being together, and most of us were in attendance... which is rare and nice. I got a good many photos from it, but looking back I still didn't get enough, but it was hard to ...

Friday night, we threw various meats on the grille, and a few of Richie's buddies came by. All this was very "spur of the moment". Richie sprang it on me in mid-afternoon, and the house wasn't even properly cleaned. But oh well, after my long day at work I still had to spring into action once I got home and perform actions to the ill-fated bird that were so NOT for the faint of heart. Specialty du jour was "Drunken Chicken" so, my wuss of a husband hands me the full-bodied fowl, and the beer can and asked me to stuff an onion in its neck and a beer can up its ass, and give it a good rub-down with the dry rub. It was difficult for me, but I always have to do difficult things such as get rid of the cockroaches, touch frogs, clean up unholy hairballs... why?? Because my 'big, strong, fearless hunk-o-man is what?? Scared shitless of it all. It's alright, it is my fate... my cross to bear. ;) Anyroad, the night kicked off and we cooked up "kosher...