Spaghetti Salad mmmm mmmm good!

This is a pass around dish so you may want to half it :)

2 lb Angel hair pasta
2 16 oz bottles italian dressing
1 8 oz bottle red wine vinaigrette
1 8 oz parmesan cheese
2 cucumbers
2 green peppers
2 big tomatos
1/2 purple onion
1/2 vidalia onion
1 8 oz pepper jack cheese cubed small
1 8 oz cheddar cheese cubed small
1 8 oz cojack cubed small
16 oz pepperoni cubed
2 Tbs itallian herb mixture
salt and pepper to taste

Boil noodles till aldente
Cool
chop everything up put it all in a big mixing bowl or pot
Mix well
Chill overnight
Serve with a smile...preferable a raw smile...but a lightly sauted one will work. :)

You can change the veggies or put what ever amount you want in it....broccolis are nice in it...or maybe some peas? or put no meat in it , I dunno have fun :)

Don't Pop my Bubble

I have a bubble.  It surrounds me and is shaped vaguely like an egg.  I don't want you in it.  I don't really want any one in it.  I don't want a friendly pat on the shoulder, or a hand on the knee.  I don't want a random or premeditated hug.  Don't pat me, punch me or poke me.  My bubble is my bubble, not yours, so don't pop it.  Don't even pretend to pop it...

Drawn at www.2draw.net with Lascaux sketch

Copyrighted to me, so don't use it without asking first please.

Ducky's Peril

"Come ooooooooon.....I just wanna play tag...."

Drawn with mouse in one hour on http://www.2draw.net/  with Lascaux sketch

copyright to me dont use without permission.

The Toad King

Frog prince, frog prince frog prince, why is it always about the frog prince? What about the toad king? I'll tell you what about the toad king. The toad king came into his unfortunate situation much in the same way the frog prince had, cursed by a witch, but that is where the similarities end.

Albrecht was a farmer. His father was a farmer, and his father’s father was a farmer. So too were the fathers and grandfathers before them farmers. It only made sense that Albrecht continue the long tradition and become a farmer too. From the time he could wobble away from his mother's knee he learned to farm. He learned when to plant which seeds. He learned which dung was best for fertilizations. He learned which plants to sew in with his crops to keep away pests. He learned everything his father could teach him, everything his father could teach him about farming that is.

Every year when the farm produced a surplus Albrecht's father would take some of it and go to town. He would find those who needed the most and give to them some of the bounty his crops had produced. He would sell the remainder in the market place. As Albrecht grew older he realized how much more he could have if his father would quit giving so much away. That is not to say that Albrecht didn't have more than enough to satisfy most any boy, just that he wanted more. Albrecht's father tried hard to teach his son compassion but to no avail. Albrecht was concerned with no one but himself. As far as he was concerned his mother and father even were second to his whims. 

As he grew older Albrecht began to lie, to cheat, to even steal. His unscrupulous nature knew no bounds. What Albrecht wanted he took, what made him happy he did, and lied all along the way to cover it up.

One day on his way into town, where his mother and father believed him to have a job working for the local tavern, Albrecht came across a crumpled looking old woman. She pulled along a rickety hand cart bursting with all manner of things.

“Buy a bauble to help an old woman make a penny?” she croaked as he came nearer to her.

He had planned on ignoring her, maybe spitting in her general direction, until a glimmer from with in the cart caught his eye. He pawed past the piles of junk. There were mismatched sets of chipped dishes, sad socks with no mates, corkless bottles, and all manner of little figurines. There were animals and mythical beasts, little men and women, babies, children, even some insects. One of these is what caught his fancy. He picked up a small intricately carved statuette of a black spider with a beautiful red jewel set in its abdomen. He turned it over in his hand admiring the detail for a moment. As he looked closely at the jewel he remembered he had no coin in his pockets. With so much stuff packed into the cart there’s no way she would miss this one, he thought. He glanced over at her. The crone leaned tiredly against the side of the hand cart. Her eyes were mere slits as she sighed and massaged one knobby knee with her gnarled and crooked hand. Albrecht saw his chance and jostled the cart causing the woman to stumble and spilling some of the carts contents onto the dusty ground. He slipped the spider into his pocket at the same time. With a cruel chuckle he began to walk away.

"You've something of mine in your pocket there boy.” ,came the raspy voice of the woman.

"What makes you think you can steal from my cart?"

Albrecht turned around boldly. He pulled the spider statuette from his pocket and held it up.

"Why shouldn't I have what I want from your pile of garbage? You should be happy I didn't push you to the dirt to make way for myself on the road. I am as high above you as, as, as a king is above a toad ,you old bat."

As he finished he kicked dirt towards her and spat. Before he could turn away towards town again she began to laugh.

"A king are you?” ,she spoke softly with amusement.

She pointed her crooked finger at him and muttered a musical phrase.

Albrecht's eyes went wide. He dropped his ill gotten prize and doubled over in pain.

"uhhhhnnn" ,he moaned.

The woman continued to cackle as Albrecht clutched his middle and scrunched his eyes shut.

When she finally stopped laughing in a fit of dry coughs Albrecht realized his eyes were open and the pain was gone. He tried to move, realizing he couldn't he looked around. The decrepit old woman was no where to be seen, nor her cart, just a vast expanse of dry dusty dirt. He heard a shuffling and a wheezing then felt something placed on his head.

"There you go your majesty; your crown suits you well."

The peddler leaned laboriously down and lifted her new bauble, a cute little toad with a crown on his head. This one, she thought would fetch a nice price at the market. A single small tear dropped from the eye of the toad king as she tossed him along with an intricately carved spider into her overstuffed hand cart.


Drawn with mouse on http://www.2draw.net/ though I can't remember which program I used. 
Art and story Copyrighted to me, don't use without permission.

Kielbasa Surprise: a tasty soup recipe

Ok so here is the surprise, it tastes good!  I don't know where my Mom got this recipe, but it is one she made when we were little and now I make it for my family.  It's a pretty simple and cheap one to make.  You could probably do it in a crock pot, but don't quote me on that.  Its a good one to do while camping too.  So here it is:

1 lb kielbasa ( min. you can put more in if you like )
aprox. 3-4 lbs red potatoes ( I use klondike rose ones, yummy!! )
3-4 medium onions
2-3 medium green bell peppers
Worcestershire sauce
5 beef bullion cubes
5 chicken bullion cubes
salt
pepper
italian seasoning herbs
water

• Slice the kielbasa into 1/4 inch circles then cut those in half ( so you have half moon shapes )
• chop onions and peppers, leave 'em a little chunky
• cut potatoes into chunks
• Put it all into a pot
• Shake some worcestershire sauce in
• put some hot water in a bowl ( to melt cubes )
• unwrap cubes, put them in water and wait till they are soft, then moosh them.
• pour water into pot over mixture of veggies and meat, add more water till it just barely covers the ingredients
• Salt, Pepper and about 1 tbs of italian herbs
• put a lid on it, take it off once it bubbles.
• cook on medium heat till potatoes are done.
• Taste the broth when you are done to see if it needs more seasoning, you don't want a bland broth with it. You may have to scoop some of the juice out and add a bullion cube or so.

We like to have some crusty bread with this to soak, you may want to try it too.

Let me know what you think!  I really like this soup and my kids eat it up like it is going out of style.

Stuck

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He stopped a while ago, right before a rain storm, to admire a pretty little flower. He was never considered the brightest of robots. He sat down to admire the little flower as it grew and finally wilted. His mind was completely encompassed watching each change in the tiny plant. As he sat observing many rains came and went, and he slowly rusted. His joints became locked into place and the tiny motors that controlled his movement ceased to function. Now he is stuck, forced to admire the grandchildren, great grand children and great great grandchildren of the original flora. He watches them grow from tiny seeds, live their lives, and then wilt away. It just so happens that this season one of the beautiful blossoms grew in the exact spot as its predecessor had grown. This random stroke of luck gives him a particularly good view of the little late bloomer.

I drew this picture on http://www.2draw.net/ using a mouse.  I used Lascaux Sketch v0.761 — by Marcello to do this.  It is really a great program I love using it. 

Oh and also, this drawing is not for use without permission.  It is mine completely. I created it from scratch.  So don't take it and use it without asking first please.

Why oh why do I do this to myself?

      Why is it that I continue to eat super spicy foods?  I mean really, what is wrong with me?  It goes down hot, that I can deal with.  I don't have any problems with acid reflux or anything.  I don't have an ulcer and I can stomach just about anything with out a wayward belch.  Then it comes back out the other end.  Oh my!  It makes it almost not worth it.  Like seething bubbling lava, it oozes forth.  I swear to you the other day I could not sit down it was so white hot on the way out.  The stuff I like isn't even the hottest out there.  I know people who down things that would make napalm seem like Cheerios.  I think maybe they were born with galvanized steel butt holes.  I for one was not.  Someday mine will probably melt off in a burst of flame. 

Silliness

Coffee coffee
You complete me!
Hot and steamy
Sweet and creamy
Without thee
I'm a zombie!

Thank you coffee
For you save me
From craving flesh and brains. :)

Have you tried a good book lately?

I absolutely adore a good book. One that is so smoothly executed, so well arranged that as I read it I honestly forget that reading is what I am doing. The words disappear, the pages melt away and I exist in the world created by the author. Whether I am a player in the story or just a fly on the wall, it is real. Time begins to slow and mesh until it seems that time passes as it does for the characters fleshed out by nothing more than ink on paper. What may seem like hours, days, weeks or more, in the real world is nothing but scant minutes or hours.
This amazing transportation to other realms, other places and times, is something that I wish I could share with more people. I want them to experience the wonder that I do when engrossed completely in a good book. My mind crashes to a halt every time I hear another person tell me they hate reading. People, who feel the thought of picking up a book for nothing more than pleasure is abhorrent, boggle my mind.
If you haven't read a good book lately, take some time, turn off the t.v. and relax with one. Perhaps you could just keep one in the bathroom, or read a few pages before bed. If you don't read for pleasure, give it a try, its not like it was in high school, there will be no pop quiz on places ,events or ,people. It may even be that little bit of stress relief you need from the mundane world.

For those who do read, feel free to suggest some to me, I am always looking for new books to feed my insatiable literary appetite.