//THE SEARCH FOR T-BONE//
Here’s how yours truly ranks in the Texas T-Bone department: seventh in an MSN Internet search. I guess it could be worse. Got a specialty wholesale beef manufacturer, a recipe (listed twice), a blues singer, a review of a restaurant in Arizona and another blues artist ahead of me. I can safely say I’m in good company. No Mad Cow stories or X-rated sites can beat my meat.
(SIDE BAR: A recent Google search put me at No. 2, but I bet that’s because I use its recent acquisition Blogspot/Blogger for this blog. Membership has its privileges!)
Here are five reasons it’s good to be a Texas T-Bone:
1. If I’m ever in Tucson, I might be able to get a free steak. At the least, maybe a discounted appetizer.
2. Have permanent permission to do bluesman T-Bone Walker’s “T-Bone Shuffle” anywhere and anytime I please.
3. Life is good!*
4. Whenever I convince someone to eat beef, an angel gets its wings. Plus, the National Beef Council of America pays me handsome royalties every time I write the word “sirloin.” (sirloin, sirloin, sirloin, sirloin, sirloin, sirloin, sirloin, sirloin, sirloin, sirloin, sirloin, sirloin, sirloin! Ca-ching!)
5. Whenever I’m out fighting crime in the T-Bone-mobile, people wait until after I’ve nabbed the suspected “perp” to ask me for an autograph.
*Life is good! And here’s five reasons why:
1. I have a wife who loves me.
2. I feel terrific!**
3. When people ogle our cutlet, they say how cute he is in the same sentence as “he looks like his daddy!” It feels good!
4. Though looking for a new job, I already have one that occasionally has redeeming qualities (besides that weekl paycheck).
5. I’m a citizen of the United States of America, a place that, for all its flaws, is still the best place in the whole world to breathe the free air, be yourself and enjoy the precious liberties paid for by the blood of honorable patriots. If you don’t support The War, at least support the brave men and women who are willing to risk it all for this great country’s future. (flag waves in the background; soapbox is quietly put away).
**I feel terrific! And here’s five reasons why:
1. The T-Bone exercises regularly (jogging, bicycling, walking, throwing cutlet up in the air ... and catching him).
2. The T-Bone strives for a well-balanced diet of fruits, vegetables, grains and, of course, meat and poultry.
3. The T-Bone rarely drinks alcoholic beverages to excess (as he did in college ... a lot), but opts instead for the occasional indulgence of a fine beer, margarita or other mixed drink. T-Bone no longer does shots at all (but that’s a list for another time, friends).
4. The T-Bone realized early in his life that he was not a cat person. The T-Bone loves the people who love cats, but cats themselves make the T-Bone sneeze, wheeze and basically feel like crap. Thus, the T-Bone tries to avoid the kitties (although college was, in fact, another story in that realm as well).
5. The T-Bone has many friends who enjoy the ol’ firestick, but T-Bone himself does not smoke. I do have the rather annoying habit (only in blogland, I assure you), of referring to myself in the third person. And that's probably a worse social faux paus than smoking. Apologies.
Have a Happy Whateverdayitiswhenyoureadthis!
