“Fudgesicle Cocktail” – Cocktail of the Day (07/01/18)

FUDGESICLE COCKTAIL

“It’s Summer and you’re thirsty.  Fudgesicles are yummy and you deserve them.  Add rum and enjoy!”

6 Fudgesicles

1 1/2 ounces Coconut Rum (preferably some in a bottle featuring a mermaid)

1/2 cup Coconut Milk

Whipped Cream

Chocolate Chips

Blend together the fudgesicles, coconut rum, and coconut milk.

Pour into a glass.

Top with whipped cream and chocolate chips.

Sit in the sunshine and enjoy.

 

Makes 2 cocktails.

Revised Source:  Coconut Fudgesicle Cocktail recipe, as seen on “The Chew.”

Coconut Milk with a mermaid.  The perfect way ingredient for a drink to share with your mermaid.

 

Meaty Blizzard

Unable to further resist temptation, I pulled into Dairy Queen’s parking lot.  It was 100 degrees outside and a Blizzard was calling.

I walked up to the counter and placed my order.  Some mixed berry cheesecake concoction of some sort awaited me.

Taking my order, the clerk paused and asked, “Are you sure that you don’t want to try our limited time SPAM Blizzard?”

Momentarily stunned, I remembered the t-shirt that I was wearing and smiled.

That clerk really knew my tastes and had created a Dairy Queen fan for life.

 

Quality Trip to the Mound

Tonight, an experience that no man should face.  The need to put in his son as a closer.

All is easy, when the close pitches go your way.  Then, a new batter and the pendulum swings.  The wheels coming off.  You call time.  Take a deep breath.  Trot out to the mound.

First question is always easy, “How’s your arm feeling?” Answer is always, “Good.” Second item is also a simple one.  A shot of faith.  Kneeling down, you look him in the eye, tap him lightly on the chest with your scorebook, and say, “I believe in you.  Now, get that batter.”

Trotting back to the dugout, you grin for a moment.  Hopefully, just enough of a boost to win the game.  Hopefully, no need for a second trip.

He stares at the catcher and gets ready to throw.  You hold your breath.  You’ve done all you can.  He’s your boy.  Have a little faith.  The ball is now in his hand.

 

 

Nightly Laundry, Daily Suspicion

It’s baseball season and in the Paulsen House that means two games a night.  Plus, lots and lots of laundry.  Usually a nightly load, which is stuffed full of grass stained and dirt covered uniforms.

Oh, one other item usually finds its way into the heavily bleached and Oxi Clean filled load, my beloved chinos.  Yes, the nightly laundry is an opportunity every 24 hours to clean my favorite pair of work pants.  One problem, the folks at work don’t know this.  For all they know, I either wear one pair of pants too many times between washes or I own five pairs of the same pants.  Wait, or something just as bad, such as washing the same pair over and over and over again daily.  Come to think of it, I should give those poor chinos a rest.

It’s a no win.  I’ve put my chinos into game too often. Time for them to ride the bench a little.  I’m putting the uniforms into the game or in this case, the chemically enhanced water filled washer.

 

Quote of the Day

At work, I was chatting by the copier with a friend.  As we went to walk ouour separate ways, which would end up being tens of feet to our respective cubicles, I remarked, “I think today is going to be the greatest Tuesday ever.”

Well sure, a hot cup of coffee and a good doughnut alone could probably boost a standard Tuesday into the Top Ten All-Time, but it’s good to start Tuesdays off with a quality goal in mind.  See, I finished this Tuesday by writing one of the longest run-on sentences ever, but I digress.

Getting back to my cube, I received a message from my friend.  Turns out that she was able to get into a water color painting class that she was interested in taking.  Score!  Her day was up to a “Nine” and it wasn’t even Noon, yet.

As for me, I reported that if meetings kept going well, I figured that I might be able to get up to an “Eight” by quitting time.  Not an All-Time Great Tuesday, but still pretty decent.  Then, closing out from the message, I left by typing a happy note, “Every day is an opportunity to do great things.” Indeed, it was true.  True for a Tuesday.  True for every day.

A few minutes later, my friend called me out to her cube.  She had a new decoration to show me.

No, not the centerfold photo of the semi-exposed frog in the library program guide.

Although, you must admit that this is one saucy reptile.

No, silly!  My quote made the cube wall!  A daily reminder that each day is an opportunity for greatness.

I smiled.  This day was indeed a “Ten.” One of my best Tuesdays ever.

 

Perspective Out of the Shell

I was so proud.  After three baseball games, I had plowed through a bag of dill pickle flavored sunflower seeds.  Plus, I had chomped away at a considerable amount of pistachios.  What really made this nut shucking impressive was the pile.

Through each inning of every game, I piled up the shells.  Little by little, I created a small mountain of sunflower seed remains.  I had done something.  Something strange.  Something kind of gross.  Still it was something impressive.  Impressive at least to me.  I knew how much effort went into eating those seeds.  I had really made my mark.

Grabbing my phone, I took this photo.

Then I looked at the photo and I was underwhelmed.  The pile did not look big, but it was.  Probably stood two feet tall, but you could not tell it from the camera angle.  Dang perspective not capturing the majesty of Sunflower Seed Mountain.

You’re just gonna have to trust me.  It was special.  Worthy of the sacrifices made by those many many seeds.  I know that I’m proud.  Proud and also done with sunflower seeds for a while.  Perspective or not, I’ve had my fill.

 

Summertime Hinterlands Visitor

Sitting there, minding my own business, watching my son’s baseball game, I had my first visitor of Summer.

Not that this happens often, but it would certainly be less likely during any other season.  A bug crawled down the back of my shorts.  Right into the plumber’s region.  High enough to be safe.  Low enough to be awkward.

I partially jumped from my folding chair and as casually as possible trust my hand into the back of my shorts in pursuit of the intruder.

Fortunately for me (unfortunate for the bug), I squashed it in time (insert your own “crack kills” joke).

Welcome to Summer, bugs.  Just remember, some areas are verboten.

 

 

Young Entrepreneur

Tonight, I would like to shamelessly promote my 9-year-old son’s business idea.

The store would be a Doughnut Shop called, “The Jim.” The product would be marketed to husbands who love doughnuts and are not afraid to tell their wives, “I’m going to ‘The Jim.'”

Happy unsuspecting wife, happy doughnut filled life.  I think my boy may be onto something.  Something deceitful, but still something.

 

 

Pet PEEVE of the Night

Tonight’s, “Pet PEEVE of the Night” was first observed by my 14-year-old son, Jacob.

“It’s really ANNOYING, when people capitalize in mid-sentence for emphasis.”

Sorry, “Unnecessary EXCLAMATION Point.” Don’t let the door, HIT you on the way out.

 

Hey reader, as an added BONUS, here’s a photo of the “Awkward Wine Stopper of the Night.”

You are WELCOME.

 

Man, Mixer, Mission