Feeling a little baliw

One of the few Tagalog words I recognize, mostly because I hear it all the time.

Baliw [noun]  crazy person; deranged person; psycho; lunatic

[adjective]  crazy; nuts

At first, I thought they were commenting on the color of my eyes; it sounds a lot like “blue,” if blue had two syllables. Why the girls call me crazy is a mystery. Kind of.

Anyway, things didn’t get too crazy last night. Fed the Hideaway girls pizza, and for dessert, I baked up a batch of cupcakes.

Joy appears to have enjoyed the meal.

I stayed a little longer at Hideaway than usual (I think Joy had four lady drinks instead of the usual three), but I always start craving a change of venue, so I headed up the highway.

A nice enough end to the day.

I spent the early hours of darkness at The Green Room, where I had TWO coupons from the SOB to expend: “buy a lady drink and get two customer drinks” and the usual “buy one, get one” bargain. I also had dinner delivered from Sit-n-Bull– a most excellent burrito. A pleasant enough evening, then I was home shortly after 8:00.

For breakfast this morning, I did some leftovers from yesterday’s baking exploits:

Cupcakes and oatmeal raisin cookies.
But it ain’t breakfast without bacon, right?

This is Hash Monday, so I didn’t want to expend my limited quantity of energy on a long morning walk, but I did take a stroll through the neighborhood. My future residence was on my mind, so I took some photos from various perspectives.

As seen from the low road.
A zoom shot from the low road. The master bedroom is on the second floor. That construction on the ground floor will be another bedroom that I’ll use as quarters for my helper.
From the far end of the low road.
The back of the house.
A zoom shot of the backside (ass?) of the house. Living room, kitchen, and dining area on the ground floor. Two bedrooms/two baths upstairs.
On approach from the high road.
The cul-de-sac view. Huge fenced yard and grand vistas all around.
Here’s an example of what I’ll be seeing after the move.

Yep, this post was even lamer than usual. But on the bright side, future posts will seem more thrilling by comparison. Guenther is the Hare today, and I expect the usual life-threatening excitement. I will see how far I get before the inevitable bailing out.

Come on back tomorrow; it’s bound to get better.

2 thoughts on “Feeling a little baliw

  1. but I always start craving a change of venue, so I headed up the highway

    Gotcher motor runnin’?
    Lookin’ for adventure and whatever comes your way?

    Excellent.

    Good thing you said those were oatmeal cookies. I was wondering why someone had put cupcakes on top of Korean bibimbap.

    I hope you end up in that house, and that the house doesn’t give you too many problems. Soon you’ll be known as Old Man McCrarey who lives up on the hill, sittin’ out front with a shotgun laid across his lap and two vicious dogs guarding the back. No one fucks with Mean John. The local ladies might have called him “gwapo” once, but these days, he’s an angry, dried-up slice of beef jerky who don’t take shit from no one, and he’s had it up to here with those deadbeat fuckers who never pay back his loans.

  2. HaHa, yeah, I guess I was born to be wild.

    It’s true; my cookies don’t look like cookies. My oven won’t hold two cookie sheets, and one isn’t enough for the dough batch (I’m also too lazy to bake two separate batches). So, I basically wind up with one massive cookie that I’ll cut down to size after baking. The cookies also come up soft and crumbly, but that’s the way I like it.

    Yeah, like the grumpy old man Clint Eastwood portrayed in Gran Torino. Get off my lawn! Foreigners aren’t allowed to own guns here, though, so I’ll have to make do with a scowl and loud voice.

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