Day 19 NaBloWriMo Guest Blog

During NaBloWriMo, is it cheating to have a guest post? I figure I’ll be safe if I say a little something and also because it’s my husband as a guest blogger. I “share” this blog, so his posts count too. Right?

The little something from me.... Greg asked, “Why do they call it Nablow…whatever?” When I told him what it stood for he replied, “They need to change that. Use a different acronym. A four-letter acronym and one of them is “Blo”?.... I wouldn’t use that.”

And now ~ Greg’s Post ~


As a guest blogger for Aleta... there’s one thing that I TRULY love
about my new in-laws. BOTH are great people that anyone would be happy
to know and share time with... but Lester... Aleta’s Dad... LOVES to
feed the family.. and one of the best things he cooks VERY VERY well
is a good Filet Mignon. Maybe its a guy thing... but there’s NO doubt
about it... I ... Greg O'Brien AM a meat and potatoes kind of guy. The
better you do BOTH... the more admirable you are to me. I would even
go so far as saying... if the God-like figure Barrack H. Obama
himself... who I think STILL needs ALOT of work... and don't hold in
high regards.... if he came over to my house... and DIDNT say a word..
but made me a perfect steak.... his popularity would go up in
this household.... that is .... until I watched the news again.

Enough intro... here’s the meat of the subject... a few months
ago... we had leftover Filet from her Dad. Later that night Aleta
gives me those puppy-dog eyes which undoubtedly says..."What’s for
dinner" and that reminds me ... HEY its time to eat! To do
something different... I took the leftover Fillet... sliced it very
thin with a very sharp knife.... then in a pan under a very high
heat I put in butter and freshly minced garlic. I let that sizzle
for about a minute... then in the other pan... which was WHITE hot...
I put the Fillet slivers in and poured the butter/garlic mixture over
it and let it sizzle just for about 30 seconds... NEVER overcook
Filet! It was incredible! NOT good for you... but the moment
this simple gastronomical delight hits your tongue.. the garlic's
buttery tender goodness dissolves into a tongue-gasm feeling that will
make your eyes roll back in your head... and your tummy convulse with
glee. Nothing short of that!

Sunday night last, the SAME exact situation took place... we ate the
leftovers.. and after dinner....but we had about 7 oz. of steak left
over again!! I looked at Aleta and told her "Ok Aleta....
RPS!" She knows this to mean Rocks, Paper, Scissors. She also knows
it to mean something up for grabs.... or Greg AINT COOKIN and
someone has to go pick up dinner. She asks "What’s the RPS for?!" I
said... Whomever wins RPS gets to have the leftover-leftovers for
lunch tomorrow."



Well..... I am SURE at this point.. what Aleta MEANT to say was...
"Oh honey... you have been working so hard... and exercising a lot and
working out.... YOU go on and just have the Filet". But what
ACTUALLY came out was " Greg ... If you eat that steak I will kill you
while you sleep".

There’s NO lock on the bedroom door. You do the math.


(Aleta's note: I didn't actually say that to Greg, but I did give him what Dad calls my "dagger eyes." So umm, I guess with the look? Lol. When Greg told Dad this story, Dad busted out laughing!)