The Weekend

I have a lot of things coming up starting today and going through this weekend and I expect I am going to be too busy to post much, if at all, so......

I know you guys are going to miss me desperately but I think you'll be okay until Monday.

Until my return - caveman wall drawings - idle doodles or prophetic wisdom? Discuss.

Roll

If you have stuck around long enough to remember my trip to Scotland last August, then you would remember Roll, who, with Odat, took over the blog duties for me while I was traipsing around Glasgow and beyond.

Roll sent me a joke, that I thought would be a perfect blog post.

A man was on the water for his weekly fishing trip. He began his day with an 8 pound bass on the first cast and a 7 pound on the second.

On the third cast he had just caught his first ever bass over 11 pounds when his cell phone rang.

It was a doctor notifying him that his wife had just been in a terrible accident and was in critical condition and in the ICU.

The man told the doctor to inform his wife where he was and that he'd be there as soon as possible. As he hung up he realized he was leaving what was shaping up to be his best day ever on the water.

He decided to get in a couple of more casts before heading to the hospital.

He ended up fishing the rest of the morning, finishing his trip with a stringer like he'd never seen, with 3 bass over 10 pounds. He was jubilant.... Then he remembered his wife.

Feeling guilty he dashed to the hospital. He saw the doctor in the corridor and asked about his wife's condition.

The doctor glared at him and shouted, "You went ahead and finished your fishing trip didn't you!

"I hope you're proud of yourself! While you were out for the past four hours enjoying yourself on the pond your wife has been languishing in the ICU! It's just as well you went ahead and finished because it will be more than likely the last fishing trip you ever take!" "For the rest of her life she will require 'round the clock care. And you'll be her care giver forever!"

The man was feeling so guilty he broke down and sobbed.

The doctor then chuckled and said, " I'm Just f#*@ing with you. She's dead. What'd you catch?"

Oh the joys of matrimony....
Thanks Roll.

Potty Wars, v.2

Before you continue, if you have not read the first installment to this silly story, please do so so you will know what I'm talking about.

Finally it has came to a head. After spending the last two weeks of having Potty Monitor jump up from her desk to assure herself that I did not touch the bathroom light, yesterday things got out of hand. I would come out of the bathroom and two seconds later (if that long), she would come stomping out of her office and then practically put her hand through the wall in an attempt to convey her utmost contempt with my disrespectful turning out the light. The last time she accompanied the act with a snide, "Here, let me get this light for ya." Yes. I confess. I was pissed off after this one.

I emailed her and asked what the deal was with the light. Her response was:

There are 3 reasons.

The first is that that is a very dark area in the hallway and is hard to see without all the lights on. We have had clients complain about it and with all the cockroaches we see in their, I want to see all corners clearly before I shut the door, as I am sure others do.

The next reason is that we are having problems with the electrical circuit in that room and turning the switch on and off multiple times each day is making it worse.

The last reason is that (the office manager) sent an e-mail and asked us all to be cooperative. That should be enough of a reason. If you don't want to be cooperative, it is certainly no reflection on me. I will turn the light on when I see it is out however.

First of all, the cockroaches she is talking about are the Palmetto Bugs. Anyone in the south knows that as nasty and icky as these things are, they are an unavoidable plague and getting offended by them is just goofy.

My response:

1st. There are lights along the wall outside the bathroom door. Turn them on if the darkness there bothers you.

2nd. That light doesn't make a whole helluva lot of difference, on OR off.

3rd. If the electrical circuit is that strained, I would think that leaving the light off would be better for it, although all the computers, copiers, printers and everything else running in the building doesn't seem to be causing problems.

4th. I've been here 8 years and I turn the light off EVERY TIME I leave the bathroom. Its been my habit since I could reach the light switch. Sorry if you don't like it, but snideness and sarcasm on your part, not to mention the annoying habit of having my bathroom activities monitored, is not going to change that habit.

Anything else?

Oh. My. She didn't seem to like that. She told me there was, "No need to be nasty."

(Okay, that one made me giggle.)

I'm interested to see how the day is going to go. Am I going to be in trouble for upsetting the apple cart? Is Potty Monitor going to chill out finally and stop watching everyone's restroom behavior? Is this going to FINALLY die down and life can go back to normal? (God I hope so.)

It is to be seen. Stay tuned for more of "As the Toilet Flushes."

Interview Time

Our friendly, neighborhood Curmudgeon has posted a challenge on his blog, and then called us chicken shit and dared us to do it. I could not let that pass by.

The challenge was to allow him to pick five questions to ask. I accepted the challenge, and here are the questions he has asked me.

1- Why "Boondoggled"?

Because I like the way it rolls off my tongue. ;-)

2- I HATE THAT DAMN _______ MUSIC!!

I have thought about this question since you first posted it, but for the life of me I can't come up with anything. I thought first I would choose rap, but there are rap songs that I like. I thought maybe I'd answer it with "old time country," but thought I might be lynched, and again there are some that I like. I then thought I would post a specific singer or band's name, but nope, still can't come up with anything. I love all music. Sorry.

3- Jupiter or Saturn?

I was going to go for Jupiter, because, ya know.. its bigger. But Saturn offers beautiful rings. I think at this point in my life it is smarter to commit to the one that offers the rings over the one who brags about his size. ;-)

4- According to your mother, you are...?

Very hardheaded. Mostly right but misguided sometimes.

5- Is there such a thing as ghosts?

Funny you should ask this. I have posted about The Doctor before. The post was mostly tongue-in-cheek, but odd things do tend to happen around here lately. Saturday, as a matter of fact, my television came on twice when I wasn't even in the living room. So yes, although I joke about it, I sometimes lean towards believing in ghosts. Of course I also convince myself that they like me and that is why they follow me around. It's possible I'm wrong, though.

There ya go. I have to admit that this was fun and I'm glad I did it. So now I pass on the challenge.

Here are the rules if you want to keep it going:
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your weblog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

And since this worked on me I'll use Curmudgeon's words........

Chicken Shit.

I dare you.

Sad Person?

I was sitting here quietly, minding my own business and doing a few unseen things on this blog, when I got the following comment:

PJ said...
You are a very sad person. I feel sorry for you.

Now granted, I do have days that I believe warrants sympathy towards my person, but today isn't one of them. I'm in a fairly upbeat mood today. I'm not sure why this person thinks I'm sad, but the sympathy they offer is very nice, yet unneeded.. so, since this blog does not practice freedom of speech for the masses, and since I don't need the sympathetic shoulder they are so generously offering, I do believe I will delete PJ's comment.

;-)

Help

Saturday Funnies

I thought about posting cartoons because, ya know, Saturday morning just isn't the same without cartoons - but I thought these photos deserved special recognition, so I am posting them as our Saturday morning entertainment instead.

Do you ever wonder what is going through the minds of these people? I think when these people hit, ohhhh.. about 50 or 60, and their grandchildren are too embarrassed to bring their friends around them, I think they will then realize the folly of their ways.

Welcome to the world of the unemployable.

And, may I say......... OHMYGAWD OUCH!

I Love This Article. It Made Me Giggle.

When I Die, I'm Going To Haunt The Fuck Out Of You People

As long as I can remember, my life has been a constant stream of insults, condescension, and humiliation at the hands of you people. Well, I'm sick of it. I may be too cowardly and weak to do anything about it in this lifetime, but I promise I'll have my revenge just the same. After I die, I'm going to come back as the scariest damn ghost you've ever seen, guaranteed—and I'm going to spend my days haunting the fuck out of you all.

My spirit will be locked in limbo, forced to wander between this world and the next until it gets retribution for its tormented past, and I can't fucking wait. Hope you like having your TV unexpectedly turn on and off while you don't even have the remote in your hands, shitheads! There won't be anything you can do about it, either. No one will believe you. They'll just say it's something to do with the old wiring in your house and you'll agree, but you'll know the truth, because it'll be me.

You better hope that I don't die for another 50, 60 years, so I don't start scaring you shitless every single night while you're still young. Unless you want a whole lot of eerie evenings, you better pray I live to be 100.

But you know what? That ain't gonna happen. My frail frame can't hold out against this kind of mistreatment forever. Someday, sooner or later, I'll succumb to your ceaseless upbraidings and die. And then you'll be in for some serious haunting.

"What's that?" you'll say to yourselves, walking to the bathroom in the pitch-dark night. "That noise—is the house settling? Is it the wind?" Yeah, fat chance, assholes! That noise will be me. You'll be consumed with a vague sense of unease until you get back to sleep. Which won't be for at least 15 or 20 minutes, if my ghost has anything to say about it. Oh, yeah, you can count on that.

I'm a pretty fragile guy, you know—I could go any minute. Maybe I'll suffer a particularly bad asthma attack and I'll die tomorrow. Then you'll have to put up with decades of sudden temperature shifts, noises in the attic, and candles that blow out for no reason before you finally succumb to the ravages of old age. You could be looking at half a century or more of thinking you may have seen something out of the corner of your eye.

Once I'm dead, I wouldn't recommend watching any Stephen King movies after 9 p.m. if I were you. The minute your mind starts filling with haunting images, I'm going to be there to exploit the hell out of them. You think those movies are scary? Just wait until you hear all the weird noises and stuff I'm going to conjure up.

If you're ever all alone in some scary place—like a forest or maybe an abandoned cabin of some kind—those creepy-ass faint moans will be mine. You'll be plenty spooked then. Even if you've gone completely bald, you'll still have hair on your arms, and it's going to be standing straight up by the time I'm through with you. And then I'll be all, "Boo, motherfuckers."

I promise you this: You'll eventually come to regret making fun of me when I was still alive.

And don't even get me started on what's going to happen if family members take pictures of you when they visit. Those pictures are going to have some weird discolorations, you can bet on that, and some of them may even contain forms that look sort of like faces. Whose face? Yours truly: Byron, avenging spirit from beyond the grave.

You probably won't even remember me by then. But that won't save you. I'll remember you to my dying day and beyond, and I'll spend my entire afterlife making what remains of your life a living hell.

Laugh while you can, you good-for-nothing sons of bitches, because your autumn years are going to be unsettling as shit.

;-)

My good buddy and pal Odat has been nominated in the Bloggers Choice Awards in three (count em, 3!) categories. We must all do our parts and make sure she gets as many votes as possible and load the voting machines. You must log in to the site to vote, but it is a painless process to sign up.

Her first category is Best Pop Culture Blog. Click HERE to cast your vote for that category.

Second is Best Humor Blog. Vote HERE.

Next is Best Blog About Stuff. THIS is where you cast your ballot.

I'm not sure if we can vote more than once (but I aim to find out), but each category must be voted separately.

Come on folks, let's get crackin!

:-)

Tango

I post this guy whenever I notice he has a new video on You Tube. He is impressive, as always. I wish he'd leave his shirt on though, I feel a bit like a perv, but I like him for his talent........ I swear. hehe

I don't know what I would do with myself if I had even a drop of talent like this.

Virginia Tech

One of my favorite bloggers, Crankster, teaches at Virginia Tech. I was worried when I heard, but he is okay.

The world has gone insane.

Hummm

You know who you are. ;-)

LOL

(Courtesy of Tshirt Hell, one of my favorite sites.)

The Five Most Dangerous Things You'll Ever Hear in the US Navy...

A Seaman saying, "I learned this in Boot Camp..."

A Petty Officer saying, "Trust me, Sir..."

A Lieutenant JG saying, "Based on my experience..."

A Lieutenant saying, "I was just thinking..."

A Chief chuckling, "Watch this shit..."

The Genie...
A Petty Officer Second Class, a First Class, and a Chief are off the ship together for lunch. While crossing a park they come upon an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out in a puff of smoke. The Genie says, "I can only grant three wishes, so I can give each of you just one."

"Me first!" says the Petty Officer Second Class. "I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, a beautiful woman at my side and not a care in the world." Poof! He's gone.

"Me next!" says the First Class. "I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of pina coladas, and a beautiful woman." Poof! He's gone too.

"You're next," the Genie says to the Chief. The Chief cracks a nasty smile and says, "I want those two idiots back on the ship and turning-to, right after lunch."



Cannibals in the Navy...
Five cannibals were employed by the Navy as translators during one of the island campaigns of World War II. When the Commanding Admiral of the task force welcomed the cannibals he said, "You're all part of our team now. We will compensate you well for your services, and you can eat any of the rations that the Sailors are eating. So please do not indulge yourselves by eating a Sailor."

The cannibals promised.

Four weeks later, the Admiral returned and said, "You're all working hard, and I'm very satisfied with every one of you. However, one of our Chief Petty Officers has disappeared. Do any of you know what happened to him?"

The cannibals all shook their heads. After the Admiral left, the leader of the cannibals turned to the others and said, "Which of you idiots ate the Chief?" A hand raised hesitantly, to which the leader of the cannibals replied, "You idiot! For four weeks we've been eating Ensigns, Lieutenants, Lieutenant Commanders, Commanders, and even one Captain, and no one noticed a thing. And then YOU had to go and eat a Chief!"

Quote of the Week

"What the hell is a blog??"

(Anonymous New York City Resident)

Potty Wars

Most of you know that I work in a law firm. Dignity abounds. (snicker)

In our building, there are two ladies bathrooms. One of the first floor and one on the second floor. There is a secretary that has decided the first floor bathroom is under her jurisdiction, and she has decreed that the light is to be left on at all times.

Wrong. Thing. To. Say. To. Me.

It has been my want and habit for the last 40 years, since the days that I could reach the light switch in any given room, to turn the light on when I go in, and off when I come out. Its a good habit, a conservative habit. I still do that. Except now when I go into that bathroom the light is on. When I leave, it goes off, no matter how much our resident bathroom monitor would like it be left on. She has made it her mission in life to find out WHO keeps turning the bathroom light off.

Yesterday, I was busted. I came out of the bathroom (after truly needing a legitimate pee), and turned out the light. This is the way I have done my bathroom breaks for the last nearly 8 years of working there. A few minutes later I am apprised that Potty Monitor jumped up from her desk and ran out into the hall, and sees that the light was turned out. She then ran around the corner and saw me going up the stairs. She then muttered, "UNBELIEVABLE."

Everyone in the building has been highly entertained by the whole thing, myself included.

Later in the day, I had to walk downstairs for another reason, and as soon as Potty Monitor saw me come off the stairway she jumped up from her desk (I saw her that time), and came around the corner to make sure I didn't turn out the light. Well.. since I didn't need to pee, I didn't go in there, hence I didn't touch the light, and I pretended to be clueless about the entire sordid affair.

Now really, this woman is in the vicinity of 50 years old. There is not one person in the building that is below the age of 25. Is is absolutely necessary to have someone monitor light usage in one room? When is it okay for a person to hijack control of a public use room and make it her own, requiring the rest of us to follow her rules or else. I do believe the woman needs a hobby, or sex, or something.

Meanwhile I will continue to do my civic duty and conserve electricity. It is the least I can do for my community. Hasn't she heard of global warming??

The Doctor Is In

This morning, when I awoke, I was laying in bed, in that half asleep/half awake state that seems sort of dreamlike in itself. I could see the wall of the dining room from where I lay. After a couple of minutes of laying there, it registered in my foggy brain that a light was blinking in the living room. Since I left nothing on when I went to bed, I had no idea what was blinking. (It could have been the aliens, but I didn't think about that at the time.) I got up from my bed and walked into the living room.

It turns out my Wii, which hasn't been on in at least 5 weeks, had been turned on.

I have no idea how it came to be turned on. You can see from the above photo, Exhibit "A" is where my Wii sits. Exhibit "2" is where the remote to the Wii sits. There is no way it could have accidentally been turned on. Especially since I was asleep in my bed and the remote is too high for Jake to reach.

(And yes, before anyone points it out.. I am aware that my television has been around since the days of Jesus.)

So, since the ghost that seems to haunt me from time to time likes techie gadgets, the only conclusion is that he has followed me home from work. The Doctor is in.

It is okay though. I like him and he likes me, so its all good. I have posted about his antics in the past. He will occasionally play with the machines in my office. He LOVED my scanner, but I have given the scanner to someone else and he hasn't visited me since I committed that particular sin. Until now.

Can ghosts follow a person home?

Huh?

The above picture is a photo of a New York protester yesterday. He's posing very nicely, isn't he? He also looks as if he absolutely believes that the FBI and the NYC government has raped a family member.

I think we should investigate this.

If the NYC government and/or the FBI are going around and casually raping innocent family members in retaliation against lawsuits, the general public must be warned.

Or something like that.

Yesterday

Okay, so you guys know that I share my office with a lesbian. I love her to death (not in that way so shaddup you pervs), she's a riot on most days.

Yesterday I was calmly sitting at my desk, and she comes running up the stairs in great excitement. She dashes into the office, waving her arms around, a big assed grin on her face, and then tells me that there is a queen downstairs.

A what?

A QUEEN.

Okay (says, I, pretending to understand).

She then goes on to tell me that there is a guy downstairs, in our very office building, that dances at the local gay bar. A "QUEEN." She then points him out to me (he had gone out the back door with some other people), and mimics his pointing like a girl and then she started doing the gay bar dance.

I asked did he recognize her from the bar.

No, she didn't think so.

It was pretty interesting, really. My mother would be appalled. hehe

Honesty in Advertising

Ooops

Defense Attorney:
Will you please state your age?

Little Old Lady:
I am 86 years old.

Defense Attorney:
Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened the night of April 1st?

Little Old Lady:
There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front porch on a warm spring evening, when a young man comes creeping up on the porch and sat down beside me.

Defense Attorney:
Did you know him?

Little Old Lady:
No, but he sure was friendly.

Defense Attorney:
What happened after he sat down?

Little Old Lady:
He started to rub my thigh.

Defense Attorney:
Did you stop him?

Little Old Lady:
No, I didn't stop him.

Defense Attorney:
Why not?

Little Old Lady:
It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Albert died some 30 years ago.

Dfense Attorney:
What happened next?

Little Old Lady:
He began to rub my breasts.

Defense Attorney:
Did you stop him then?

Little Old Lady:
No, I did not stop him.

Defense Attorney
Why not?

Little Old Lady:
His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I haven't felt that good in years!

Defense Attorney:
What happened next?

Little Old Lady:
Well, by then, I was feeling so "spicy" that I just laid down and told him "Take me, young man. Take me now!"

Defense Attorney:
Did he take you?

Little Old Lady:
Hell, no! He just yelled, "April Fools!" And that's when I shot him, the little bastard

The Joys of Easter

Have you ever caught an Easter Bunny? If so, did you wonder what to do with him? Easter Bunnies are not like leprechauns, if you catch one it gives you a pot of gold. No.

This is what you do with those elusive Easter Bunnies (should you catch one).

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EASTER BUNNY IN TARRAGON SAUCE
Can be served over pasta.
2 Easter Bunnies, cut into serving pieces
Salt and pepper
4 tbs. olive oil
1 cup onion, chopped
1 cup carrot, peeled and chopped
1 cup celery, chopped
Flour
2 cans chicken broth
½ cup sherry
2 tsp. tarragon
1 cup heave whipping cream
1 tbs. Dijon mustard
¼ cup parsley, minced

Season Easter Bunny with salt and pepper. Place olive oil in skillet and brown Easter Bunny. Remove meat and drain on paper towel. Add onion, carrot and celery to skillet. Sauté 5 minutes. Stir in enough flour to make a paste. Blend in broth, sherry and tarragon. Return Easter Bunny to skillet. Bring sauce to a boil and reduce heat to simmer. Baste meat frequently for 45-60 minutes.

Remove Easter Bunny to serving platter and keep warm in oven. Strain and degrease sauce, discarding vegetables. Return remaining sauce to skillet and add cream. Simmer until thickened, stirring frequently. Remove from heat and add mustard and parsley.

Pour sauce over Easter Bunny and serve.

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EASTER BUNNY STEW
1 three pound Easter Bunny
6 small onions, chopped
1 bay leaf
½ cup chopped celery
2 tsp. salt
2 cups diced carrots
3 raw potatoes, cut up
3 tbs. flour
1 tbs. chopped parsley

Clean Easter Bunny and soak in salted water. Drain, disjoint it in pieces for serving and place in a large kettle with onions, bay leaf, celery and salt. Cover with cold water and cook slowly until tender, about two hours. Add chopped carrots and potatoes and continue cooking until these vegetables are done. Smooth flour with a little cold water and add slowly. When thickened, add chopped parsley and serve.

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EASTER BUNNY COQ AU VIN
8 Easter Bunny thighs
Salt
Freshly ground black pepper
2 cups plus 2 tablespoons flour
1 egg
2 tablespoons milk
12 ounces bacon chopped
1 pint pearl onions, peeled
¼ cup chopped shallots
2 tbs. chopped garlic
1 tbs. chopped fresh thyme
2 bay leaves
3 cups fruity Wine
2 cups brown Easter chick stock
2 tbs. butter
1 tbs. finely chopped parsley

Season the Easter Bunny with salt and pepper. In a shallow pan, add 2 cups of the flour. Season with salt and pepper. In another shallow bowl, whisk the egg and milk together. Season with salt and pepper. Dredge the Easter Bunny in the seasoned flour. Dip the Easter Bunny in the egg wash, letting the excess drip off. Dredge the Easter Bunny back in the seasoned flour, coating completely. In a large hot oven proof skillet with a lid, render the bacon until crispy about 6 to 8 minutes. Remove the crispy bacon from the pan and reserve. Lay the Easter Bunny skin side down in the hot bacon fat and brown the rabbit for 3 to 4 minutes on each side. Remove the Easter Bunny from the pan and set aside. Add the onions to the bacon fat and sauté for 2 minutes. Add the mushrooms, shallots, and garlic, sauté for 2 minutes. Season with salt and pepper. Add the thyme and bay leaves. Add the Easter Bunny to the vegetable mixture. Add the wine and chick stock. Bring the liquid up to a simmer and cover. Cook the Easter Bunny until very tender about 30 to 35 minutes skimming off the fat. Remove the Easter Bunny pieces from the pan and set aside. Blend the remaining flour and butter together into a smooth paste. Whisk the paste into hot liquid. Bring the liquid to a simmer and cook for 3 to 4 minutes. Add the Easter Bunny back to the pan and continue to cook for 5 minutes. Stir in the parsley. Season with salt and pepper if needed. Serve the Coq Au Vin in individual bowls with crusty bread. Garnish with the reserved crispy bacon. Yield: 4 servings

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EASTER BUNNY POT ROAST
2 young Easter Bunnies
*Marinade for Easter Bunny Pot Roast
½ onion sliced
Paprika sprinkle
Garlic powder sprinkle
1 cup stock or 1 can chicken broth
6 potatoes peeled and cubed
12 carrots, peeled and sliced

Preheat oven to 275º. Marinate two Easter Bunnies in large sealable plastic bag for 24 hours. Place Easter Bunnies, with marinade, into roasting pot and add onion. Sprinkle meat with paprika and garlic powder. Add stock or chick broth to pot. Roast, covered for 1 ½ hours. Add potatoes and carrots and continue to cook until vegetables are finished. Add more liquid, baste and turn Easter Bunnies as needed. Meat is finished when it falls off the bones. Place Easter Bunnies on serving dish surrounded by potatoes and carrots. Servings: 4-6

*Marinade for Easter Bunny Pot Roast
2 cups Burgundy wine
2 cups stock or 1 can chick broth
¼ tsp. nutmeg ground
¼ tsp. tarragon
½ onion, sectioned

Mix wine and stock or broth and transfer to large plastic storage bag. Add nutmeg, tarragon and onion. Shake to mix.

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This recipe is for Crankster, who mentioned that he had a craving for this German Easter Bunny stew.


HASSENPHEFFER
Ingredients:
1 large or 2 small Easter Bunnies cut in serving pieces
2 tsp. salt
3 Tbsp. butter
1 c. potatoes, cut in strips
1/2 c. celery, cut in strips
1/2 c. carrots, cut in strips
1 medium onion, diced
water
1 (8 oz.) can tomato sauce
1/4 c. parsley, chopped
salt to taste

Directions:
Cover Easter Bunny with cool water to which 1 teaspoon of salt has been added. Boil 10 minutes. Discard water. Cover Easter Bunny again with cool water and add teaspoon salt. Simmer until Easter Bunny is tender. Remove pieces and drain. Set 2 cups of broth aside. When cool, bone Easter Bunny. Cut into 1-inch pieces. Melt butter in deep skillet. Add vegetables. Cover and cook15 minutes. Add broth and tomato sauce. Bring to a boil. Add Easter Bunny pieces, parsley and salt. Thicken with flour and water paste. Cook 15 minutes. Serves 3 to 4.

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Enjoy, and Happy Easter (wink wink).

Now I'm oddly hungry. Time for breakfast.

Happy (Merry) Good Friday

Courtesy of Savage Chickens. One of my favorite sites.

:-)

Tagged

I've been tagged by the lovely Odat to list seven songs or albums I have listened to lately, so without further ado, here is the list:

(Just FYI...these are in no particular order of importance.)

1. Robbie Williams - No Regrets (This is the CD playing in my car at the moment.)

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2. The Commitments - Mustang Sally

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3. Beck - Loser

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4. Evanescence - Good Enough

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5. Nick Drake - Which Will

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6. Richard Thompson - Cooksferry Queen

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7. Aqualung - Brighter Than Sunshine

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Easter

I have been informed that Sunday is Easter. That goes to show what happens when your children grow up and you stop attending church with your mother... you forget when it is Easter.

But don't count me out as true heathen yet. In my quest to bring you entertainment and giggles, I am posting cute little Easter links and videos that I have came across during my intensive 3 minute research spree.

Enjoy.



The Easter Bunny Hates You
Yes I know, it is recycled from last year, but I didn't post it last year so it is new to you people. Suck it.

Peep Research. As a former Peep addict I found these medical experiments highly enlightening. The separation of the conjoined quintuplets was especially heartwarming. HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA



ummm... ooops

awwwwwww (it looks delicious)

messy


One more. I know this one isn't an Easter video, but it is from my favorite ice cream, so shaddup.





Okie dokie. I have finished the last of my morning caffeine and have no more excuse to sit here surfing for weirdness. Get back to work you slackers.

Happy Easter. ;-)

April Fools

I woke up this morning with the intention of posting something completely made up for April Fools Day. I did that last year, and it upset someone that I cared about at the time because he didn't realize what day it was and that it was all made up. He hasn't really spoken to me since. I'm not sure he ever realized that it was all a stupid joke.

Anyway, I decided to just skip it this year.

I was pondering the changes in my life in the last year, the people who have came and went, the new friends, the lost friends. Isn't strange how when you meet someone you think at the time that they are going to be a significant part of your life, only to have them turn out to be just a small blip on the radar, and then they are gone? Then there are other people who we meet by accident or in passing, who turn out to occupy a huge space in our lives, who makes you consider the possibilities.

Last April this blog kept me sane. This year it has been largely pushed aside for other pursuits, yet I can't shut it down. I don't think I am the same person I was just 12 months ago.

Who knows what life will be like around this blog on the next April Fools Day. I may even be back in the mood to pull a really good one by then....

or........

maybe tomorrow at work. I just had an idea for a brilliant prank. hehe

;-)