........ what! Who's a failed bachelor?
June 30th 2007 21:32
I’m not just married; what I am is a failed bachelor!
That realization has been resonating throughout the length and breadth of my brainpan in cell searing waves; I am a failure at bachelorhood, but why?
This calls for reflection, snacks and a beverage, it’s a well known and common fact that men can’t think clearly without gnawing on a treat. That treat can range from days old spaghetti, stew, beef backside to turkey legs or other fowl legged and formally feathered creature found lurking precooked in a refrigerator. If a food or food like substitute can be nestled between pieces of semi soft bread slices, garnished with gravy, mayo or mustard and topped with some kind of moldy cheese, we’re for it. An equally appealing substitute is meat stuff on a stick or bone. We’re always good with that.
Plodding into the sacred hunting grounds located in the far kitchen, a budding feeding frenzy is beginning to develop. Eureka, fresh hot coffee and a plethora of sandwich stuff is setting out on the counter. Who did this?
Nonplussed, I raided a huge mug of flavored hot coffee, spooned in some creamer …thinking, hey, I thought the creamer was gone, ..mmm that flavored coffee has a nice vanilla aroma and trudge back the other way in my Downey scented soft p-jays, back towards my manspace. Nearly there, I realize that I had forgotten my prized snack. Still engaged in deep thought about my failed bachelorhood, after all, who knew such a thing was possible? Arriving at the site of my snack raid, I noticed that the little mess I had just left behind was missing, that’s a bit disconcerting. But, oh well, I’ll find it later, still lost in thought I finally arrive in the main living room area and prepared to settle into my manspace with my coffee and snack in tow. Thinking that here I could survey my domain in comfort from my chair of power.
Wow, there’s no clear room in my sacrosanct manspace to set this much prized snack stuff down upon; so I shift my gaze to the family area a few feet away. Where to my delight, I see that there is open coffee table space beckoning like and oasis in the desert complete with a bonus, a nearby soft sofa to utilize while I snack and meditate. I make my move immediately, sooner would have been better, but this is a compromise of crisis.
Sipping the delightful vanilla flavored coffee, it warmed my insides, the plateful of snacks extinguished the raging need for gnawing so I grabbed a nearby pillow, laid back to continue my musing about evolving into a failed bac ..he..lor……… deep sigh, …sleepily mumbling, I didn’t fail at bachelorhood, I scored at marriage, ...mmm ... .I can hear my wife singing to herself in the background......soft snore…ssshhhh.
The precarious balance of my world has been preserved. Life is good.
Raven is sleeping.
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Comment by David
I consider myself one of life's greatest success stories as a born-again bachelor.
David ...
Comment by tlcorbin-raginravensview
I'm so glad to hear a revival is possible. Congratulations. And thanks for extending hope in the event I find myself unencumbered some day.
Raven
Comment by David
I can't see it happening in your case. This is more a message to give hope to others who read your most enjoyable Blog.
The sign of a good blog? It's really easy to make a response based just on the title or the opening few words, and rev the comments section up. (You can always expand later on, on the general content).
David ...
Comment by katyzzz
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I know something that will make you feel good.
I have a cake in the oven, a teacake, it will be ready in 15 minutes and then I put the filling on top, cinnamon and sugar, sprinkled over lightly, you've got good coffee making facilities so I could send you over a nice hot slice [ my portions are rather on the large size] I'm having mine with English tea [full of antioxidants - don't ask about the cake]
With cybertravel it'll get there before I've finished serving mine. I'd come myself but it sounds too messy, where are those pesky kids who do the tidying up.
Enjoy your Sunday or whatever it is over there, Raven
katyzzz
Comment by tlcorbin-raginravensview
You temptress you! Thank you. I love my Saturdays.
Raven
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Comment by tlcorbin-raginravensview
Certainly a goal worth striving for.
Raven
Comment by Winston
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Comment by tlcorbin-raginravensview
Isn't it the truth....
Raven
Comment by KylieW
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Sometimes it's good to be a failure isn't it.
I have friends who are prize winning bachelors - which means that the only edible thing in their fridge is beer (a meal in a can apparently). There are no clean dishes.....who needs dishes when the only thing you eat is pizza and that comes in a box? Clean clothes also don't seem to exist, and you have to clear away the empty beer cans and overflowing ashtrays if you want to sit down somewhere (which you don't cos god knows what you'll pick up).
Winning at bachelordom seems hazardous to ones health!
Kylie
Comment by tlcorbin-raginravensview
Exactly why I wrote this micro tome.
Raven
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Comment by tlcorbin-raginravensview
Me too.
Raven
Comment by Wendi
Love it, love it, love it.
Kudos to the Domestic Goddess who knows how to tend to those she loves.... and kudos to the man who values what he has.
Brilliantly written... loved every word!
*still smiling*
W
Comment by tlcorbin-raginravensview
Tisha is my dearest and best friend.
My motivation for sharing my experiences with her: to show my appreciation of her major contributions in my life and to celebrate our differences.
And to serve as a way marker for other guys.
Raven