I can’t believe it.  The Gong Show is Back and I have to admit it I laughed…alot.  Especially when the midgets kicked some maor ASS in wrestling the judges.  he he he.  The tit slapping music men are on now.  So far my favorite act was the Lava Dancing Monkey Spanking Titty lady.  They did not score well.  shoot.  Shows what kind of taste I have huh?

Is anyone else awake and watching the All Star Game?  Sheeeittt…..get an out already people.  Someone needs to SCORE!!!

Hell…it’s Friday.  Friday night to be exact.  Time flies when you are havin’ fun.

The day started with me opening the door to the garage and almost stepping on an inert body.  Not human…animal.  Pickles the Queen cat rushed in past my legs yowling with pleasure.  She’d left another “present” for us.  I looked a bit and then quickly made my escape.  I couldn’t face it.  Not today.  I later chickened out and called home leaving messages on the boys phones.  “Please pick up the dead animal and give it a proper burial…aka throw the fuckin’ thing OUT AND HURRY!!!”  Mark later told me the animal was a baby possum.

GREAT

You all KNOW how I like possums.

I did get my “new boy in town haircut and dye job” today.  THANK YOU CINDY!   I also drank Bacardi Silver Mojito which I pronounce MOGEETO… like a hick.  who cares   AND we drank a Bacardi Silver Raz.  I prefer MOFOGEETO myself.  Cindy did my hair and then we swam in my Aunt’s pool.  Well, we held our drinks and floated after I skimmed off the June bugs.

bliss

people…drinks, hair dye and water…joyyyy.

Later that same day…like an hour later when I got home.  The guy came over to work on our sprinklers and waaa laaaaa  he says, “Hey, go check out that brown bag in my pickup and bring it here!”  So, of course I did and it was Clamato Beer.  Ice Cold.  HELL YAH!  My day baybe.  We guzzled on our deck and discussed life, death, church, raising kids, sex and food.  It was good.  It was very good.

Now…I’m TIRED.  I can’t figure out why…

I don’t have the donut eating contest pics yet…but they are funny.  Here are a few of the parade shots.  Cindy Jo’s (one of my Batista/cook/entertainers) husband was nice enough to drive my bug in the parade and he followed our “Nuts for Donuts” float.  All in all it was good.  I was really too tired to enjoy much of it.  Long week.  The donuts were still “wet” from paint, I couldn’t find an outfit and thus wore only a wig, jeans and my Disco Donut shirt and the groovy flowers and decorations kept flying off of my bug.  Oh well…next year…different story.

You know that commercial where muzak is playing and the screen opens to a woman saying, “You know why I love Walmart?”.  Yah bag…I know why you love Walmart…cuz you DON’T OWN YOUR OWN BUSINESS.

Disco Donut Contest.

Friday, during the intermission of the band my hubby sings and plays in, will be the ultimate test of donut eating skills. Yes, it’s twue.  We are having an Eat the donut from a string and no using your hands eating contest.  There will be prizes.  And donut glaze.  And frosting.  And lots of wet wipes.  Hopefully photos.

Fun

I’ve posted this link before and for some reason I just happened onto this site today. hee hee…it’s TERRIBLE but it made me laugh and I really needed that.  Click on:  I’m Better Than Your Kid  for a giggle.

TED stands for Technology, Entertainment, Design. It started out (in 1984) as a conference bringing together people from those three worlds. Since then its scope has become ever broader.

Singer/songwriter Eddi Reader performs “Kiteflyer’s Hill,” a tender look back at a lost love. With Thomas Dolby on piano

click HERE for a beautiful song by Eddie Reader at the TED conference.

When my Dad got sick 2 years ago my road biking slipped into the “not as important” category. My Dad died one year ago, June 14th. I did not train for BRAN last year, I didn’t train for BRAN this year either. But I am riding again and I’m trying to enjoy it. ha ha It feel good and bad. Just like normal. I feel like I’ve accomplished somthing when I finish a ride, without collapsing. Anyway, I’m back and I’m going to keep on the road again…unless it kills me…which…it may.

Haven’t tried it yet…but…?? It CAN’T be bad…just bad for you.

Deep Fried Coke Cola

2 cups flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
2 eggs, lightly beaten
1 1/2 cups Coca Cola
Oil for deep frying

Topping:
1 cup Coca Cola syrup
whipped cream
maraschino cherries

1. In a medium bowl, mix together the flour and baking powder.
2. Mix in eggs and Coca Cola and stir until a smooth batter forms.
3. Preheat oil in a skillet or deep fryer.
4. Pour 1/3 cup of batter into a funnel or turkey baster and in a circular motion pour batter into the hot oil.
5. Fry up for about a minute on each side and drain on paper towels.
6. Serve while still warm and top with Coca Cola syrup, whipped cream and a maraschino cherry.