Putrid's Happy Halloween

Putrefied Putrid  “Happy Halloween”

 

Yes, Halloween has finally approached and Putrid arises and he isn’t a friendly type ghost.

It seems that a wizard and a little munchkin named Vic cast a spell on ole Putrid that made him now who he is.

Ole Putrid arises and stretches and groans. He sniffs the air and off he goes.

He heads for Mrs. Vero’s for he wants her candy. She always has Reeses and that’s what Putrid fancies. His smell wafts through the window and Mrs. Vero goes running. The Reeses are Putrid’s and he’s off leaving her grumbling.

Next Putrid heads off toward Cyn’s and the Wizards for some caramel apples or some other treat for the night. Seems the Wizard has changed for now he’s a Jester. No protection for Cyn as ole Putrid  enters.

He stinks up their palace and grabs all their candy and leaves a few maggots and as he exits says “trick or treat”.

It’s off to Angie’s for she surely has candy. She expects little children not Putrid at her door. He says “trick or treat” as her eyes start to water. She gives him some candy and is glad that he leaves.

Putrid approaches Misty’s and her house is all dark. She pretends she not home cause she smelled Putrid coming.  But Putrid is not fooled and he knocks and he knocks. Misty finally gives in that’s why Putrid got what he got. Gummy eyeballs with a filling like a slimy gooey snot.

Putrid heads for Theresa’s and got a surprise. For she heard he was coming and left a Help Yourself bowl of candy on the porch. Putrid only took one piece, thought for a second and took a few more.  He started to leave but turned back and completed the score.

Putrid headed over to Dixie’s and she was waiting for sure. She chased Putrid in circles on her Anti Christ reving the engine with a roar, till she ran out of gas or maybe broke down. And Putrid got his candy for he could run pretty fast.

Putrid arrived at Jim’s for a Halloween treat. Jim looked at Putrid and laughed and laughed with his parrot and then gave Putrid some candied mushrooms and some goat’s milk to wash them down and showed Putrid some pictures of the sun going down.

Putrid headed for Teddybear’s wanting a treat. He got left over cake and a few other sweets.

And finally as the night grew to an end Ole Putrid arrived at the home of his foe. It seemed that Little Vic had trick or treated all night. She had forgotten about Putrid but was met with his fright. Who would have figured she would get all scared. She dropped her pillowcase of candy as Putrid came near. She started sobbing as Putrid grabbed the sack. He didn’t care as he started eating her snacks. Almond Joys then the snickers and all her candy corns, the Babe Ruth bars and Hershies, Mounds and some Smores. Mmmm even some Rice Crispy treats, tootsie rolls and some Pez. The Popcorn balls were yummy and the licorice sticks tasted funny. Ole Putrid let out a burp then started to eat more The Sugar Daddies were great and the Milk Duds for sure. The last treat of candy that was left in the sack was few Gummy bears in a small plastic wrap. As Putrid looked at poor Vic crying, he pretended to be sorry and held out the treat for her. He held it high as she jumped to retrieve it. Putrid snatched it away before she could seize it. He opened the pack and he popped one in his mouth and teased little Vic with “mmm isn’t this good”. Putrid did this with each individual piece. Little Vic was so angry and she shook with rage. But old Putrid was happy with the results of the night. Trick or Treating was fun and he hopes to see everyone again next year on     “Halloween night”.

See How Good Your Eyes Are, Kinda Like A Highlight

caution - this is the silly thing designed to scare the crap out of you.  the noise is what is unsettling.  don't click on the link if you are fainthearted.  or turn off the sound.

 

 

Watch out for this one it will shock you!

 

 

 

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    differences in the two pictures and only 19 found all 3. See how



    Observant you are. If you find all 3, you're one of very few

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Day Light Savings Time

Ok, I have been watching and I have not seen anyone post anything regarding our so called Day Light Savings set your clock back dealio. Well being one that can't sit on a topic I might as well be the first.

Of course this is my opinion as warped as it is I would think that more would feel the way I do about setting the clock fowards and backwards. I understand that at a certain point in history the farmers of our country had to do some really major back breaking work and I can say this for I grew up with that life style. Come harvest time it was work work and more work. There was never enough daylite to get the job done it seemed. Practically everything we did was by hand with the help of very little machinery. We did use machines like hay balers and harvesters for getting in the corn stalks for feed.

Well anyway as with everything time changes things and I don't mean Day Light Savings Time. Today the farmers have machinery that boggles the mind. Fields can be harvested in hours that use to take days or weeks. Children are not used for labor as they once were. Cows are still milked when it's time to do the milking and the chickens and hogs are still feed when it's time for a feeding.  I would think that Mexicans can see pretty good in the dark after seeing the night vision camera shots of them sneaking into our country.

I would like to ask all the farmers here in the United States if getting up for more sun light in the morning hours really means that much to them and if so, why? Is it really worth it when we are looking at darkness and hour early? I think that the need for Day Light Savings Time is a thing of the past, that there is no real need for anymore. If I am wrong I would love to know the reason why.

 

Part 2

In my many searches regarding DST (Daylite Savings Time) I have learned that the farmers dont care for it at all. The US government wants to change DST to start at the beginning of April and o the beginning of October in 2007. By the beginning I mean the 1st Sundays of those months instead of the last.

The main purpose of DST is to make better use of daylight. We change our clocks during the summer months to move an hour of daylight from the morning to the evening. The Department of Energy says the extra daylight in the evening will help America use less electricity for lighting and appliances. Studies done by the U.S. Department of Transportation in the past show that DST does reduce the country's electricity usage by a small amount. Business owners and sporting groups support the plan saying it would increase retail sales and participation in outdoor activities. Canada and is closely watching this measure in the energy bill, and will likely change their DST to match the U.S.

Several groups are opposed to the plan. Airlines are concerned that a change of DST in North America would result in international schedules to become further out of sync with Europe and the rest of the world. The National PTA also is against the extension because it will result in more kids going to school in the dark, creating increased safety risks. The International Association of Fire Chiefs also opposes the extension, as they sponsor the program that encourages homeowners to change the batteries in their smoke detectors when they change their clocks. A longer DST may result in dead batteries in smoke detectors.

I have found no facts or numbers to show or support energy savings due to DST. I believe that people are people and that energy is still being consumed no matter what time of day it is. During the summer we all like our air conditioners and DST isn't going to control that fact. We all still have our jobs to do so we will still use the same amount of energy to do them. School is out during the summer and those children who are not cooped up in a class room will be out using energy that they otherwise wouldn't be using. Drive down the road during the summertime and actually look to see how many children actually play outdoors now a days. You won't find that many compared to that of only a few years ago.

 

 

Yes, Lets All Eat Cake

Now I in know way am a mind reader and am terrible at guessing what ones favorite cake could be so I have decided to post a cake recipe sent to me over a year or so ago from Vero. This is the absolute best cake that I or my family has ever had. It is so rich and moist that here in blog land a law was passed that one is only allowed to make 1 or at the most 2 of these cakes a year.

Ok Ted, this cake recipe has been posted just for you, please enjoy it.

I am not sure if the world is ready for this cake but what the heck, here it is.

 

The Cake Of All Cakes

 

 

The Butterfinger Cake

From the kitchen of Mac, TY Vero

 

 Ingredients

1 German chocolate cake mix

1 can of sweet condensed milk

1 bottle of caramel topping

1 bag of fun sized Butterfingers

1 tub of Cool Whip Topping

Directions-

Freeze the Butterfinger bars. Make the cake according to the directions that came with the cake, use  2 - 9" pans for baking. When the cakes come out of the oven remove from pans. Poke holes in the tops with a wooden spoon and pour the condensed milk over the cakes, then over both cakes with the caramel, then let the cakes cool. Unwrap the Butterfinger bars and place in a Ziploc bag and crush with a rolling pin; beat the hech outta them and crush them up good, freezing the Butterfingers first  makes this step easier. After the cakes have cooled cover the one that you want for the bottom with whipped cream, then sprinkle with the Butterfinger crumbs. Place the other cake on top and cover the entire cake with the whipped cream. Sprinkle as much of the Butterfinger crumbs as possible over and around the rest of the cake and the squeeze caramel over the cake in a decorative fashion. Refrigerate the cake for at least 8 hours.  Get ready to fight the children and grandchildren away. After they get the sugar rush from this cake you may need reinforcements.

 

 

 

It's Been A Long Week

I sure am glad that today is coming to an end. It has surely been a long week. It was off to a strange start with Cyn and Vero chasing me around with Red Pepperoni Scrapple that they made using my Indian Corn and scrap pig head..  Scrapple scares the heck outta me. Angie Angel the Super Hero Rescuer saw the Scrapple and ran away and left me to fend for myself. Vic claimed she didn't want anything to do with it and Misty hid behind her for protection from it. Buffy use to do scrapple but she gave it up.  I think Vero  didn't actually want any herself so was actually trying to get me to eat her share without Cyn knowing.

It was great hearing the good news that Dixie posted regarding her health. I really missed seeing her.  I figured that maybe she was hiding from the scrapple too.  Seems that her drinking JD's dew  and doing that crazy video and all and then having it shown on Girls Gone Wild  made her blood pressure go threw the roof but I bet she didn't give her Doctor all the facts.

I am glad that Angie didn't delete herself and her blogs. I have only known her for a short time but have enjoyed her blogs and her humor. I would think that the person calling her names has no clue regarding who our Angie is. I have a great deal of respect for all of my lady friends in our circle.  I think that you all show a great deal of class. A little nutty at times and thats what makes this fun.

I saw Misty's slide show and thought it so creative. It really amazes me at all the artistic features everyone comes up with.  It seems that when ever I turn my back someone comes up with something just a little bit more creative.  I still get a chuckle over the Monkey balls, I mean monkey bread.

After reading Theresa's blog I was kinda thinking that I would probably like a few Hula lessons. But again, I'm no Don Ho and I am sure I would be pretty scary in one of those skirts. Hold a torch, hah. If I am there to see all you ladies doing the Hula I am going to be holding a camera.

Seeing that fire coming from Vero's well was a sight. I can't believe that a Gas Company can ruin someones water like that.  Seems pretty scary seeing fire coming from the ground like that.  I would think that the entire area would be evacuated because of a mistake like that.

I have noticed that Judy has been designated breakfast supplier durring the week. I missed out on Muffins and bacon and egg sammiches this week. I did catch a little grease that slid me across Vics blog though. Cyn struck again I do believe. She sure is out to get me.

JD is taking up dressing funny now. He is styling the Jester, or is it the Joker look now? I guess he let Cyn dress him. I do believe he thought that she was going to let him wear his "blue" suit for the wedding that they were going to. Suprise, suprise.

I am hoping that Sue takes a leap of faith this weekend and starts shooting pictures of everything and anything. I am waiting for her to become a shutter bug like some others I know here in our circle.

I have been thinking about Vic's blog and the description of the tape on the refrigerator keeps cracking me up. I could see the original refrigerator needing some tape but to carry on the tradition was so funny.  It was a great blog and it brings back memories of some that I have known. One little old lady I knew and Vic's blog reminded me of, Ruthie, a scary, hairy. wart faced woman with hairy legs and stockings that were always down around her ankles. Poor Ruthie never knew it though. She was a haggled tooth old lady that all of us kids knew from church but she was actually a person that may have been retarded but a very, very sweet lady. I was her chore doerer. The church asked and I volunteered.

I was stunned to see a Froggy Blog. Well partially stunned anyway.  I looked and looked and searched all over. Read it 3 times and not a cow to be seen. Yup, when ever I think of Manicotta I see Froggie now. Freal, lol.

As for myself I am glad that the week end is finally here. I am worn to a frazzle and need a few days to recouperate. The mansion that we are building is finally going up wards. I know I call it a mansion but a better description would be a fort. This thing could take on an assault from the air, land or sea. I kid you not. I will post more pictures of this monstrasity over the week end.  

 

 

 

A Tear Jerker For Everybody.

Everyonce in awhile I come across something that just has to be passed on. The following reminds me of an old trucking number called Teddy Bear from back in the early 70's. I hope everybody enjoys it. It is a tear jerker.

 

Get out your tissues!

 

The Folded Napkin  ..  A  Truckers Story If this  doesn't light your fire..your wood is wet! I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about  hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good,  reliable busboy.  But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and  wasn't sure I wanted one.  I wasn't sure how my customers would react to  Stevie. He was  short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech  of Downs Syndrome.  I wasn't worried about most of my trucker customers  because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf  platter is good and the pies are homemade. The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who  concerned me; the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs  who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching  some dreaded "truck stop germ" the pairs of white-shirted business men on  expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted  with.  I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I  closely watched him for the first few weeks. I shouldn't have worried.  After the  first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and  within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop  mascot. After that, I  really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought of him.  He was  like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to  please, but fierce in his attention to his duties.  Every salt and pepper  shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill was visible  when Stevie got done with the table.  Our only problem was persuading him  to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished.  He  would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other,  scanning the dining room until a table was empty.  Then he would scurry  to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses  onto his cart  and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his  rag. If he  thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added  concentration.  He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had  to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.   Over time, we  learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated  surgeries for cancer.  They lived on their Social Security benefits in  public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped  to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the  cracks.  Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference  between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group  home.  That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last  August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed  work. He was at  the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his  heart.  His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have  heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good  chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in  a few months. A ripple of  excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was  out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine. Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and  did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good  news. Belle Ringer, one of  our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old  grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his  table. Frannie  blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Belle Ringer a withering  look. He  grinned.  "OK, Frannie, what was that all about?" he  asked. "We just got word  that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay." "I was wondering where he was.  I had a  new joke to tell him.  What was the surgery about?" Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the  other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then  sighed:  "Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK," she said.  "But I  don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills.  From  what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is."  Belle Ringer nodded  thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables.   Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really  didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day  until we decided what to do. After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office.  She  had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her  face. "What's  up?" I asked. "I  didn't get that table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting cleared  off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were sitting there when I  got back to clean it off," she said. "This was folded and tucked under a  coffee cup." She  handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened  it.  On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed "Something For  Stevie". "Pony  Pete asked me what that was all about," she said, "so I told him about Stevie  and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete,  and they ended up giving me this." She handed me another paper napkin that had  "Something For Stevie" scrawled on its outside. Two  $50 bills were  tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her  head and said simply: "truckers." That was three months ago.  Today is  Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to  work. His placement worker  said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it  didn't matter at all that it was a holiday.  He called 10 times in the  past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten  him or that his job was in jeopardy.  I arranged to have his mother bring  him to work.  I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to  celebrate his day back. Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he  pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and  busing cart were waiting. "Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast," I  said.  I took him and his mother by their arms.  "Work can wait for  a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is  on me!" I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the  room. I could  feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the  dining room.  Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of  grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the  big table.  Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner  plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins.   "First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess," I said.  I  tried to sound stern. Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of  the napkins.  It had "Something for Stevie" printed on the outside.   As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table. Stevie stared at the money, then at all the  napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or  scrawled on it.  I turned to his mother.  "There's more than $10,000  in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies  that heard about your problems.  "Happy  Thanksgiving,". Well, it  got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and  there were a few tears, as well. But you know what's funny?  While everybody else was busy  shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his  face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the  table. Best worker I ever  hired. Plant a  seed and watch it grow. At this point, you can bury this inspirational message or forward it  fulfilling the need! If you shed a tear, hug yourself, because you are a compassionate  person.

#1-Cruise Control #2 -The Cabbie And The Nun

I wonder how many people know about this?

A 36 year old female had an accident several weeks ago and totaled her car. A resident of Kilgore, Texas, she was traveling between Gladewater & Kilgore. It was raining, though not excessively, when her car suddenly began to hydro-plane and literally flew through the air. She was not seriously injured but very stunned at the sudden occurrence!

When she explained to the highway patrolman what had happened he told her something that every driver should know - NEVER DRIVE IN THE RAIN WITH YOUR CRUISE CONTROL ON. She had thought she was being cautious by setting the cruise control and maintaining a safe consistent speed in the rain.

But the highway patrolman told her that if the cruise control is on and your car begins to hydro-plane --when your tires lose contact with the pavement, your car will accelerate to a higher rate of speed and you take off like an airplane. She told the patrolman that was exactly what had occurred.

The patrolman said this warning should be listed, on the driver's seat sun-visor - NEVER USE THE CRUISE CONTROL WHEN THE PAVEMENT IS WET OR ICY, along with the airbag warning. We tell our teenagers to set the cruise control and drive a safe speed - but we don't tell them to use the cruise control only when the pavement is dry.

The only person the accident victim found, who knew this (besides the patrolman), was a man who had had a similar accident, totaled his car and sustained severe injuries.

If you send this to 15 people and only one of them doesn't know about this, then it was all worth it. You might have saved a life.

NOTE: Some vehicles when the windshield wipers are on, you can not set the cruise control. Like the Toyota Sienna Limited XLE is one of them.

Cabbie and the Nun                      

            

A cabbie picks up a Nun. She gets into the cab, and notices the very

handsome cab driver won't stop staring at her.           

            

She asks him why he is staring. He replies: "I have a question to ask you,

but I don't want to offend you".           

            

She answers, "My son, you cannot offend me. When you're as old as I am

and have been a nun as long as I have, you get a chance to see and hear

just about everything. I'm sure that there's nothing you could say or ask      

that I would find offensive."           

            

"Well, I've always had a fantasy to have a nun kiss me."           

            

She responds, "Well, let's see what we can do about that, number 1, you

have to be single and number       2, you must be Catholic."           

            

The ! cab driver is very excited and says, "Yes, I'm single      

and Catholic!           

            

"OK" the nun says. "Pull into the next alley."           

            

The nun fulfills his fantasy with a passionate kiss. But when they

get back on the road, the cab driver starts crying.           

            

"My dear child," said the nun, why are you crying?"           

            

"Forgive me for I have sinned. I lied and I must confess, I'm married

and I'm Jewish."           

            

The nun says, "That's OK.           

            

My name is Kevin and I'm going to a Halloween party."                                                 

A Good Saturday With A Nice Ending.

       

The above pictures if they are shown are of the day I spent with my wifes car. The first one is for Vero. Nothing like getting a car up in the air just to get a jack under it, lol. The second shows the leak of water coming out where the engine mounts to the tranny. The fix, hopefully good ole Barrs Block and Head repair. Which if you do not know what that is, you flush the radiator of all anti freeze and then go through a process of adding a chemical that then seals any major leak, blown head gasket, cracked head or block. I have learned to live with the stuff and it has never failed me yet. I have my fingers crossed.

For dinner tonight I made another Deep Dish Pizza. This time I made a cheese steak with Fresh peppers right out of the garden and onions. I cooked up about 4 beef tenderloin steaks and sliced them thin. When I made the Lasagna Deep Dish pizza I was a little disapointed with how thick the crust was where the top crust and bottom crust came together like a pie. When the dough rose durring baking it was quite thick. This time I thinned it out by pressing both the bottom and top doughs together and extending it up the side of the pan. I then cut some ham and lol, some pepperoni up into thin strips. I placed the strips around the perimeter  and then added some cheddar cheese. I then rolled the dough from the sides of the pan over the pepperoni and ham mixture to make a stuffed crust. I coated the stuffed crust with a brushing of egg, added a sprikle of parmesan cheese and a few spices and into the oven it went. I was informed at dinner by my family that I had just made the best pizza that they have ever had and that says alot. We eat alot of pizza.

  I just wanted everyone to know that it's hard to tell from the picture,but this Deep Dish Pizza is about 4" thick. It's not a traditional pizza and most times  You had better have a knife and fork to tackle it.

What A Week

It sure is great for the week end to be here. It's been a heck of a week. 

The biggest event of the week was my wife who was sitting in traffic while working and driving a company vehicle had someone not paying attention drive up behind her and slam into her doing about 40 mph. The hit threw my wife foward hard enough to have her  seatbelt bruise her and  something in the seat broke and hurt her back. To compound the problem the police officer that arrived on the scene gave her a hard time because she couldn't locate the insurance card in the car. She had called her office and a co-worker came to the scene and located and gave the police officer the insurance card. My wife being taken by ambulance could not get her drivers license back from the police officer. He flat out right refused to return it. Everyone there at the scene including the paramedics who knew the police officer told my wife that the police officer was in a bad mood due to a bad day. The police officer did come to the hospital and returned the license to my wife later. He made small talk and such with her and wanted to check her condition. I guess that was his way of appologizing for his behavior at the scene.

The reason that my wife was driving a company vehicle was due to a problem with her car. The day before she was driving to work and drove through a road construction project and hit something in the road. She was losing fluid from something around her oil pan or transmission. I checked her fluids that night after I got home from work and noticed she was low on coolant. I wasn't sure if she lost a hose or if she had actually banged her transmission because the fluid she claimed was under her car in a puddle was a red color. From what I could see under her car that sits about 6" off the ground was fluid drippimg out from a location around the bell housing of the transmission.  I guess that tomorrow I raise the car up and go under it. Hopefully it is just a water line going to her tranny and an inexpensive fix.

I of course have to replace an exhaust pipe on my Blazer, grrrr. Driving home earlier in the week it falls off. Dang thing rusted off 2" from the muffler. Car repair number 2 for tomorrow. I guess I'll have to fix it cause my 1 1/2 hour commute to work smelling exhaust fumes can't be to healthy and now with this cool air moving in I can't keep the window rolled down enough for fresh air circulation.

My son who is working up in Buffalo NY called and let me know that they were hit with about 2 foot of snow. He told me how during the snow storm they actually had thunder and lightning.  The governor Of NY, Patacki says it was a freak snow storm. What an intellegent man that Governor is, lol...

Tickle Me Elmo

I Recieved the following in an E-Mail today and have to share.

 

There is a factory in Northern Minnesota which makes the Tickle Me Elmo toys. The toy laughs when you tickle it under the arms. Well,

Lena is hired at The Tickle Me Elmo factory and she reports for her

first day promptly at 8:00 AM.



The next day at 8:45 AM there is a knock at the Personnel Manager's door. The Foreman throws open the door and begins to rant about the

new employee. He complains that she is incredibly slow and the whole line is backing up, putting the entire production line behind schedule.



The Personnel Manager decides he should see this for himself, so the 2 men march down to the factory floor. When they get there the line

is so backed up that there are Tickle Me Elmo's all over the

factory floor and they're really beginning to pile up. At the end of the

line stands Lena surrounded by mountains of Tickle MeElmo's.



She has a roll of plush red fabric and a huge bag of small marbles.

The 2 men watch in amazement as she cuts a little piece of fabric,

wraps it around two marbles and begins to carefully sew the little package between Elmo's legs.



The Personnel Manager bursts into laughter. After several

minutes of hysterics he pulls himself together and approaches Lena. "I'm sorry," he says to her, barely able to keep a straight face, "but I think you misunderstood the instructions I gave you yesterday..."



"Your job is to give Elmo two test tickles!"

Meat Loaf Recipes Wanted

Ok, everybody go ahead and laugh about this request. I am a believer that another comfort food is meatloaf. I am sure that everyone makes a meatloaf custumized to what their families like. Some like my family has several Meatloafs that their families love. We make an Italian meatloaf and a more traditional meatloaf.

I have had meatloafs that had a tomato glaze, some that used rice instead of bread crumbs and have even had a few with hard boled egg suprises inside them. I have had meatloaf with different Vegtables in them like peppers and onions or carrots and a really wierd one that had cabbage in it and I actually thought that it was pretty good.

I make my traditional meatloaf,  start with about 1lb of ground beef and 1 lb of ground pork. I mix the 2 together and add 2 eggs and mix very well. I love using Lipton beefy onion soup mix so of course I add 1 pack of that. We like black pepper so I add that, Probably about a 3rd of a teaspoon if not more and a few cloves of garlic minced. After mixing again I add about 1 1/2 cups of bread crumbs. I may use more or less. I want a moist meat mixture. Not to wet or dry. After mixing in the bread crumbs which I always do with my hands I then shape the meat mixture into a loaf. I then place the loaf on a broiler pan so that as it cooks any excess grease from the meatloaf baking drips away. I then place aluminum foil over the meatloaf and place it in a preheated 350degree oven for 35 minutes, I then remove the foil cover and continue baking for about 20 minutes or until a nice crust forms on the outside of the meat loaf. Of course I use another pack of the Beefy Onion Soup mix to make my gravy.

I also use the same meat mixture to make swedish meatballs and salisbury steaks. For an Italian style meatloaf we use instead of Onion soup mix, Good Seasons Italian salad dressing mix. Good Seasons is one of my favorites. I use it so much for so many different recipes and marinades that I have renamed it Four Seasons.  cause I use it year round. For the Italian Style meatloaf we also add a little tomato paste to the meat mixture and also brush some on the top of the loaf.

I am really interested in  everyones meatloaf recipe so if you can find the time throw them at me. Lets see how interesting they can be from one area to another, North, South, East and West. I want to see who makes one wrapped in bacon or stuffed with cheese.

The Smell Of Revenge

The Smell Of Revenge

 

 

 

       Putrid had thought in his odd manner of thinking that when the Wizard of Odd had blown the Little Vixen Vic to pieces that putting her back together again was the right thing to do. But judging from the results the creature was proven that was the wrong thing to assume.

       It seems that the little Vic was waiting to be saved by a knight in shining armor but instead interference, by Putrid ruined her dreams. So what did she do, she retaliated by swiping a few potions and charms with some test tubes and beakers from behind the Wizard of Odds curtain and tried to cast a spell on Putrid. Yes, she mixed a potion and added the charms and “poof” went smelly Putrid.

       The world rejoiced and all of Blog land was happy and the Wizard of Odd and his lady of Cyn got all sappy. For the powers of the creature were removed from the fair lady. The creatures control had finally been shaken.

       Not known to the celebrators of joy of the creatures demise was a contamination of chocolate in Vic’s potion for which she dropped in with no notion. It wasn’t a lot but enough to throw off her scheme. Now Putrid is back and he has a new theme.

       It seems the potion though did have its affect. It made Putrid worse I’m sure you’ll all bet. Putrefying Putrid oh my what a name. I am sure you will all agree the creature surely isn’t the same.  The smell of the change drove off even the maggots. Now Putrefying Putrid seeks revenge and will surely have it.

       Trick or Treats he still craves and will seek for at night. But the Treats the creature seeks will come as a Halloween fright. So all must beware for Vic is to blame.  The creature now seeks “Chocolate” to eat it’s a shame.  The cravings for chocolate were cause by her potion.  Now No one is safe  for Putrefying Putrid’s in motion.  So hide all your candy on Halloween night. For The creature is coming for all chocolate in sight.

 

Mac

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