Enter the Laughter Redeux

We only get one every four years - hope you enjoy yours!

I should not read when I first wake up. Stuff just doesn’t make sense until I’ve had some coffee. Yet I started checking my e-mail early...pre-coffee. Big mistake. I get e-mail notifications from Freecycl e, a great organization that has local websites for most major cities in the United States. They allow people to post stuff they would like to give to someone (no sales) rather than throw it in a landfill. People can also ask for items they need, free of charge. Great idea, right? It is unless you misread the e-mail subject line. Bleary-eyed and caffeine-deficient I saw, “Wanted: Heavy Water”. My immediate thought was, “Oh my God – terrorists are asking for nuclear materials right here on Freecycle!” That was enough to drive me to the pot (coffee pot) . When I returned, all set to look up the number for Homeland Security, I realized that the poor soul I was ready to release the power of the armed forces onto was actually not a terrorist. The rest of the headline was actually...

I hope all of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving! I am so grateful for your friendship and for you stopping by my blog! Here's a little cartoon to give you a grin: *** Blind Turkey Farmer *** Please visit my main blog here Thanks!

Baby it's cold outside! It's been cold and miserable across the country for weeks now. Since before Christmas, the country has been plunged into the deep-freeze, with even the southern-most regions, like Florida, seeing snow and frigid temperatures. This brings into play previously undiscovered differences in people's relationships. There have always been "odd couple" pairings - a saver involved with a spender, a slob living with a neat-freak or a sauce versus a rub (oops, sorry - that's barbeque, watched " Pitmasters " last night) But the cold weather brings out another division in personalities - the rotisserie versus the snowballer. This is in reference to how people sleep….more specifically, how they roll over in bed. A rotisserie sleeper changes their position in bed by flicking the covers upward and executing a quick roll that involves raising up on heels and elbows to flip over wile remaining in virtually the same real estate. They shift...

Summer, that time of year when the bug population is trimmed back thanks to the personal bug catchers sported by a small segment of our community - the bug-splattered teeth of motorcycle riders. This reminds me of my own days as a Two Wheeled Terror when I spent time making my dentist rich by having him remove particularly hard bits of beetles from my incisors. Yes, back in my youth, I was a Motorcycle Not Yet Mama, as this was before I had children or any sense of my own mortality. I got a Zen feeling while riding and it wasn't from sucking fumes from a bus while waiting at a traffic light in the middle of the city. My Zen came from riding through the countryside and breathing the exhaust fumes of thousands of dairy cattle mere feet from the road. I tried to get others to ride with me, but they kept worrying about the guys from Deliverance stepping out from behind a tree to torment them with Dueling Banjos. I assured them that we would not meet any toothless, gun-toting sodomi...

First, let me say that on this Thanksgiving, I am SO grateful for all of my wonderful friends who stop by this blog. You have shared the joy and laughter in my life, and helped me through the dark times. Blessings to all of you! And now, a little humor: Here is a turkey recipe that also includes the use of popcorn as a stuffing -- imagine that. When I found this recipe, I thought it was perfect for people like me, who just are not sure how to tell when poultry is thoroughly cooked, but not dried out. Give this a try. 8 - 15 lb. turkey 1 cup melted butter 1 cup stuffing (Pepperidge Farm is Good.) 1 cup uncooked popcorn (ORVILLE REDENBACHER'S LOW FAT) Salt/pepper to taste Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Brush turkey well with melted butter, salt and pepper. Fill cavity with stuffing and popcorn. Place in baking pan with the neck end toward the back of the oven. Listen for the popping sounds. When the turkey's ass blows the oven door open and the bird flies across the room, it's ...