Deep Fried Twinkie O's

When I was young, occasionally I was allowed to pick out the cereal I wanted. As, money was tight, this was a rarity. Because of this, I often had a choice between , puffed rice or puffed wheat. Both bland, bagged and as fate would have it, puffed. Not a good way to start the day.

Growing up in a household were money was tight, I made a vow: (well several of them). Here are a few.

When I have kids, they will be allowed to pick whatever cereal they want when we buy weekly groceries.

I will make a cheesecake without the crust and eat the whole thing.

I will drink more than one pop a day, if I so choose.

Never will I buy gristly pork chops, serve it up with a 25 cent box of macaroni and cheese and a can of corn and call it dinner.

Back to the cereal. When we go to the grocery store, and hit the cereal aisle, my son will grab the first cereal he sees. Honestly, I can place him at eye level with the worst of the worst, and he will go for the grape nuts. Recently he was at the store, and he was told to pick his cereal, he grabbed cheerios. What kind of 8 year old picks cheerios when he can have any candy coated, chocolate scented, ooey gooey heart attack in a box posing as breakfast stuffs?

When I was 8, and was given the honor of picking out my breakfast, I went for the most sugar coated, colorful box at eye level. In fact, I bet if there was a cereal called DEEP FRIED TWINKIE O'S WITH MARSHMALLOWS AND CANDY SPRINKLES, that is how I would have started my day every day.

Really, what is wrong with kids today?

WTF Tomatoes?!?!

Today I stopped by my local Super Wal-Mart to pick up a few groceries. In my small town, we are really limited as to where to get food stuffs. We have a Kroger, Meijer, and Wal-Mart. Our Kroger now sells furniture and jewelry, our Meijer sells everything from lawn tractors to licorice, and then everyone knows you can get anything at Wal-Mart. We don't have a single grocer in this area that sells just food and basic items.

Today, at Wal-Mart, I stumbled upon these. Can anyone tell me WTF nascar has to do with tomatoes? Who buys these things? Do they grow them at the racetracks? What is nascar about tomatoes?

I am completely at a loss here.

Nichole

There is no M in wiper..

You learn something new everyday. Today, I learned that there is no M in wiper. Most of you probably knew this already. I on the other hand have spent the last 3 decades pronouncing windshield wiper, windshield wym per. I also say "wympe, down the table, or wympe your butt." Sadly Ive never been corrected by anyone. It took me writing notes in a past due account today (and 2 phone calls) to realize that there is no M in wiper.

As low as my IQ feels right now, I never say:

that's a whole nother story
or
that dudn't even matter

These are my two positives for today!

Nichole

5 Insanely Tasty Sips

Just thought I would share 5 of my favorite liquids!

1. Kagome Purple Roots and Fruits Juice

2. Dave and Busters over under shot in Cherry Cheesecake

3. The Strawberry Daiquiri they sell in the Souvenir Eiffel Tower cup at Paris in Las Vegas

4. Dole Pear Juice

5. Taco Bell Mild Sauce (they should seriously can this stuff, and sell it in a machine)

Peeps and Their Log...

In my list of the 10 things that really annoy me, I mentioned the people who live down the block from me that dress up their log. After Valentines day, their log was dressed in traditional St. Patrick's Day garb. If you consider green shorts, green shirt, and some oversized 4-leaf clover sunglasses traditional garb. They then moved on to Easter, and adorned their oversized stick in Bunny ears, and a tail. (The tail was actually a whole bunch of grocery bags stuffed inside another, and then stapled to the backside ). All this, I understand. (sort of)

Today I am on my way home from work and as I approach the log, and I am absolutely dumbfounded. What holiday is coming up? May is springtime, June is the start of wedding season, July is Independence Day. Any of these costumes would have been acceptable, and somewhat understandable. I mean, a log wearing a white dress and a veil, wouldn't be that bad. Considering.

I will add a picture later. But let me try to describe this, I crest the hill, and there is this poor large limb of a felled tree wearing a flowing grass skirt and tall Dr. Suess hat. WTF!?!?!

Dr. Suess was born March 2nd 1904 in Springfield Mass. (not Hawaii)

August 21, 1959, Hawaii was admitted to the union as our 50th state. (I am almost positive that Dr. Suess had absolutely nothing do do with it.)

Hmmm..... I simply don't get it. I even Googled the hell out of Dr. Suess goes to Hawaii, nothing.

Maybe I should just let it go, or maybe I should walk up to this house, and ask the history of the log. Who knows maybe an old couple named Norm and Edna will sit me down and unlock the mysteries of the log.

Nichole

The Case of the Disappearing Network Card...

I am having computer problems.

I have a two year old E machine. (I know your opinion, and I concur) When I lived in my old apartment, I bought network cards as much as I bought light bulbs. If I had the hair dryer and the air conditioner going, I would blow a network card. So, each morning, I had to power down my computer before drying my hair. Odd, I know. But, it was a fact of life and I was OK with it.

Now, since I am in the new house, I haven't worried about network cards. I can run the television, the microwave, the furnace, lights, and the hair dryer all at the same time without worrying about network cards.

Not so long ago, I was up late, checking bank balances, and bills, I powered down my computer and went to bed. I awoke 6 hours later, and powered up my computer, and lo and behold I can't get online. I run diagnostics and discover that I have no network card!?!

What could this mean? Did someone break into my house while I was sleeping and steal my network card? Did it evaporate while I wasn't looking? How does this happen?

Determined not to have to run out and buy a new network card, I wait a couple of days. Don't ask me why I wait, but in thinking back I had some pretty crazy notions.

Maybe my computer is pissed off about a site I went to, and I am just going to give it a couple of days to come to its senses.

Maybe the person who broke in and stole the network card will realize that without the whole computer its pretty worthless. Or maybe their conscious gets to them and they break back in and return it.

Maybe if I turn it on and off a couple of times a day, my computer will realize that the network card never left, it was just on hiatus for a couple of weeks.

You don't understand, without my computer I feel powerless. How will I pay my bills? How can I see who got fired from The Apprentice, before I watch the show. (I actually had to watch Tim get fired) Normally I would Tivo it, get online the next morning, and see who got canned, then I would watch the show in the evening to see what mistakes they made, as they were making them. (I read magazines back to front too).

Today my Parents visited for Easter, and my dad got me back online in about 6 seconds. My life is back in order. Now I have my groove back! At least until someone else decides they cannot afford a 15.00 piece of hardware and chooses my life to turn upside down.

Family Favoritism

Im not really sure why I want to blog about this very touchy subject but recently my father said something to me, for which I had no response. This has never happened to me before, and I dont like it. He said something and I just stood there with my mouth open, and I believe my left eye may have even been twitching some.


Here is the back story.

I am a single mother, and I work hard to provide for myself and my son. Things are usually tight, and it isnt always easy, but we make it.

My brother has two kids, his girlfriend works, and he sits on his ass and collects social security. While his girlfriend works for minimum wage. My mother and father constantly give them money for food, diapers, whatever they need.

At any rate, I had just finished listening to my Dad rant about how much money he gives my brother, and how I never borrow a thing.

Then all of the sudden, these words leave his mouth, and just hang in the air between us, "Think what you will about your brother, he is the only one of us that owns his own home."

My brother bought a trailer for 500.00 off of some one he knew. I pay more than 500.00 a month to rent the place I live in.

Im completely Speechless!

Nichole

UPDATE: My brother now works a bare minimum of hours, and the girlfriend now is in charge of the ass sitting. He delivers pizza's, only part time as not to mess up the amount of free money her gets.