Squirrel + Spanish

"I love Mondays!" said no one ever.  Hope y'all had a nice little weekend.  Make it to Home Depot?  Maybe Bed Bath & Beyond?  I don't know if you had enough time.

Personally my weekend was a pretty absurd culture clash.  First, let me tell you a little bit about my husband.  I'm not entirely convinced that the song "Simple Man" wasn't written specifically about him.  He's a good ol' country boy.  He's made me a lot more aware of nature and adventures and the simplicities of life.  He's also (in the most endearing way I can say it) a huge redneck.  I always think of this song, particularly the lyrics below:

They never understand
why their princess falls
For some camouflage britches
and a southern boy drawl

I'll tell you why, because he looks damn good in camo and his southern boy drawl is sexy.  Let me also give the disclaimer that I did not grow up in the city, my parents did not buy me a car after graduation and I sure as shit did not get a law degree.

Well, my wild-eyed boy with a farmer's tan is a member at our local gun club and Saturday night those sumbitches put on their annual Wild Game Feed.  "What in the fuck is that?" you might ask.  All of the food prepared is made from animals that members have caught, trapped, or hunted.  I'll admit, it sounds more disgusting than it was, we actually had a really good time despite the fact that we were the youngest couple there.  And the weirdest thing they had was "Squirrel Pot Pie" (photographic evidence below) and it wasn't bad!  Nor was it the first time I ate squirrel.  I will say that the rabbit was fucking disgusting and the pheasant enchiladas were delicious.

 Now that you think I'm a huge wild-animal-eating redneck mountain mama, let's change gears.  On Sunday I went to a play, yes, in a theatre.  To add to the shock value of my play attendance, it was a hispanic theatre!  I actually spoke Spanish before I spoke English and am bilingual as a motherfucker.  My mom is from Puerto Rico and my dad is from Venezuela.  So they invited me to this play that my mom's good friend was acting in.  It was a nice change of pace and it forced me to do some listening in a language I don't get much of these days.  It helped that we went and got a drink and some appetizers afterward.

I also got the gym in TWICE this weekend, which I don't typically do, but I'm really hoping to make this week's weigh-in my bitch.  2-a-day Monday and Tuesday should help the cause!  Tonight's hot yoga and tomorrow's body pump, bring it.

Have a great Monday and I hope your weekend wasn't as much of a cultural conundrum as mine!