Ok, lets play catch up. Wanted to post about these awhile back but you know when you’re busy you just can’t.
This first one was meant to be posted sometime in April.
That darn egg man
I feel I need to get this off my chest. Not as teed off as I was a few days ago but none the less.
Last Friday my mother and I were on our way home walking after taking care of some errands.
We were walking home minding our business and out of no ware some jerks in a van thought it would be funny to throw an egg at one of us. Unfortunately who ever threw that egg threw it pretty hard that the force hit my mom’s shoulder, it then luckily bounced off of her shoulder and flew at the telephone pole that was just in front near our garage and got smashed. Now my mom sports a nice sore and now probably bruised shoulder. Thanks a bunch, losers. I would call you chicken but that would be too good of a word since chickens are too smart for you. At least chickens are smart enough to know that you either eat eggs or you sit on them. No, the only word that’s good enough for them is coward and losers. My mom takes medications and this practical joke does not help her. What if she really had some kind of heart and or other inflammation issues that might affect the brain in some stroke way?
Luckily I have a photographic memory since I’m an artist after all and memorized the back of their van. It was an older model van. The back window had lines on them. There was lots of chrome that surrounded things and the colour of the paint was a cream colour. Sort of like a beige with a bit of peach. Like a skin colour. Next time I will memorize the license plate. I also believe they live some place in the neighborhood since every so often the houses get egged. On my next walk I will look more carefully.
Over all yeah ha, ha, I know it’s a joke but its no joke when it hurts some one.
Also I know what its like to be severally bullied as a child so who ever did that better be ware.
Still over all I hope that the guy who thought it was funny to waste food like that, gets in to a situation and finally earns some smidgen of an IQ point. Maybe instead of using his so called skill for causing trouble, he might want to instead use it for playing baseball or go to comedy school and actually learn how to be funny.
*steps off of soap box*
Just a crazy quote I came up with at the time with all the disasters and rain at the time.
Radiated "April" showers "May" bring mutant man eating flowers.
This one was suppose to be posted the other night.
Fudged the fudge.
Well I’m a bit teed off with my self. I already had one of those days where the whole world just irritates me to no end. Well I just found out that you should never make certain things when you’re upset since there’s no real way of it still turning out even if you goofed on the amount of ingredients for a dessert.
To cut to the point, I fudged making fudge. I added too much evaporated milk since I was distracted and did not pay attention. Well I ended up with goopy fudge and there was no really way if fixing that mess since I already tried doing so. I gave up trying to make a dessert that you can pick up with your fingers and put the mess back in to the freezer. I think tomorrow I’ll reclaimed it and make it in to an ice cream topping which is what I should have done in the first place. Sigh…………
And now we’re done.
Still have to find the time to turn that fudgy mess in to some nice ice cream topping.
The work never ends. Kind of like these storms not to mention the cold. The cold air bothers me more. The rain, not so much.