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It’s Not What You Think

(THIS IS NOT RAUNCHY, BUT IT MAY LEAD YOU INTO A CONVERSATION WITH YOUR CHILDREN… THAT YOU SHOULD PROBABLY BE HAVING EVERY DAY OF THEIR LIVES WITH YOU.)

Size does matter.

Watching an ad for a pill that supposedly made a man ‘bigger,’ I decided that I should research this as I had heard a lot of contradicting information about whether or not size matters. It turns out it is very important. Speaking with many women over many years, this is what I have learned.

A woman wants a man who is BIG. Big enough to admit when he is wrong. Big enough to shoulder responsibility. Big enough to dish out the verbal affirmation to his family that only he knows how to give.

But just big is not enough. He has to be LONG. He has to belong to his family. He has to belong to God. He has to belong to something greater than himself. He has be long suffering, while God grows him and those he loves.

He has to have REACH. He has to be able to reach past her insecurities and find and love the woman she truly is. He has to be able to reach out for help when he needs it and to reach those in need when they ask. He has to be able to reach those arms that reach out to him, whether they are spouse or children or the family cat.

He needs to be FIRM. Firm in his standards. Firm in his beliefs. Firm in his commitments. Firm in his resolve.

He has to be ROUND. He has to be round when his kids need ‘the talk.’ He has to be round when there is more month than money. He has to be round when his kids are being difficult. He has to be round when his wife has the flu.

After all those attributes, he also needs to have STAYING POWER. Staying when nights are long and tempers are short. Staying when friends and relatives tell him it would be okay if he goes. Staying when he has done something painful and heinous to the one person he loves the most and her very gaze causes him pain for the pain he’s caused her. Staying when he can’t remember why he’d stayed all the nights before.

He’ll have to PUT IN WORK. He’ll need to put in work around the house. He’ll need to put in work at the office. He’ll need to put in work with the kids. In fact she’ll want him to put in work in every room of the house. Maybe even in the bedroom, you know, when the bed needs to be made or clothes picked up.

Apparently, women also really value a man who can use his TONGUE. Using it to speak peace into troubled situations. Using it to speak love and comfort. Using it to build up his children with truth and love so that they can withstand the hatefulness of the world that they may encounter. Using it to tell his wife a brand new thing he loves about her every day for all their days together (no guy has done that perfectly, but no woman has complained in the attempt either). Walking into an argument where his wife, his mother and his mother-in-law have each staked a claim in the outcome of his decision, a real man will find a way to make each mother believe they are correct and inform them as to why they are going to do what his wife says. Yes, a real man can satisfy or at least take the heat off of multiple women using only his tongue.

So, it turns out those ads for those pills are actually advertising something needed.  They just don’t work on the parts of a man where a woman’s interest can be held for a lifetime.

If you find a pill that will help with any of these things in any meaningful way, then BUY IT. Better yet, invest in the company.

The Pork of July

The Red, White and Blue Meat.

Despite the fact that I started my pull-apart pork with a rub down of kosher salt, or maybe because of it, a miracle has occurred. This morning the smells of Heaven and the sounds of angels could be experienced throughout the house. The angels were making quite a racket as they tried to get into the pork and had to be chased off. The pork was so tender that I attempted to move it by grabbing a protruding bone… and…(tears)…it pulled right out of the meat. Pardon me, I need a moment.

There, all better. Now, I want to make two notes for folks who want to cook pork roasts to the point of melt-in-your-mouth joy. I won’t hit the science of it because I really wasn’t planning on writing this today, but fat is all important. Three things you don’t get to hear a lot in our fat phobic society;

  1. Fat has a preservative quality (one reason I fear I might never die). The fats in meats help prevent the spread of decay and disease carrying vectors. Copernicus, at the siege of Allenstein prevented the spread of a terrible plague by encasing the coarse bread they made in the city in a thin film of fat (which we now call, butter, or Happy Joy Love if you’re a hippy). If you have a food item that slow cooks and will be sitting out for a bit, fat is your friend.
  2. The flavor is in the fat. Period. Lean meats, less flavor.
  3. The nutrition is in the fat. All those happy vitamins and minerals and things necessary for living, they are all stored in the fat. Lean meat is empty calories. Don’t be empty. Quit flushing all that pig’s hard work down the drain by trimming all the fat from a perfectly good roast. Actually, don’t put fat down the drain for any reason, it’s really bad for them.

In the case of the roast we just did, I got the cheapest cut of meat I could find (budgetary concerns). It had a whole slab of fat on one side and almost nothing marbled through the meat itself. I trimmed all that fat and then sectioned the meat so that I could reinsert the fat (which I had rubbed thoroughly with spices so the fat could pass the spice along with the flavor) in the rest of the meat. Nine hours in the crockpot and BAM, God bless America. I should have been holding sparklers when I typed this.

Famine Rides a Black Hog

If you could meet one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, which would it be?

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The Gym

Because it is never too late to start planning an excuse.

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Finally

So here it is; my first blog.

 

And here is my first blog post.

 

Yep.

 

And you’re reading it, so that is awesome. Thank you.

 

Well…

 

Oh, let me show you around. There’s some bloggy stuff over there, and over here is some really cool bloggishness. Oh, and if you look up, blog to the max. Wooooooooo.

 

Of course, one of the best things about having a blog is you get to say “blog” a lot. So I got that going for me.

 

Then you get to work the fact that you have a blog into every conversation you have from now on.

 

“You know, when I was posting in my blog the other day…”
“Sir, I just need to know if you want fries with that.”

 

“I’m so sorry, I’m trying to meet a deadline for my blog.”
“I’ll still need to see your license and registration, sir. Then you can explain to me why you drove through the cemetery.”

 

“Hey Keith, could you close the meeting with a prayer?”
“Sure thing. Dear Lord, as I was writing the other day in my blog, which you really should read some time, I think you’d find it inspiring…”

 

Yep, blogging rocks.

 

Good stuff.

 

Sure thing.

 

Still, I feel like I should be doing something more here.

 

Hey, did you know that “blog” is a contraction of “web log” and that it is now an accepted word in the English dictionary?

 

There, now I have been educational. What else can I do?

 

Oh, you’re looking very good today. Now I’ve been complimentary so I can check that box. Hmmm, what else?

 

Duh, should have started with this: God chose you before the foundation of the world.

 

Awesome. Scripturally accurate and spiritually affirming. I’ll get one of the shiny halos for sure now.

Still missing something, though. This is hard. Why did I start this thing in the first place? Wait here, I’ll be right back.

 

(Sound of footsteps leaving)

 

(Sound of footsteps returning)

 

THAT’S RIGHT. Silly me. I went to the “What is this place” section and reminded myself that this is mostly supposed to be about humor with some occasionally inspirational moments.

 

That’s what happens when you try to add purpose to a task you are assigned. Your job is to do the task assigned you as assigned you and let God fulfill His purposes in it. And with that occasionally inspirational revelation, I think we can call this initial blog post a success. This post is locked and rocked.

 

The next post will be about… something else… probably. Thanks for joining me for this one.