Monster Bait

This one comes from the vault of stories that make up the meatlover, flibirdijibit and dead beat I am today. It's a classic tale told in the EntireRooster family and I am sure it will be passed down and treasured from generation to generation as it shows real humanity and depth of character in times when you just don't wanna eat what your mom gives you for lunch....

I don't remember how old I was when this incident took place, probably old enough to know better. Definitely old enough to know NEVER to do it again!

One morning I was playing in my room and my Momba (being the good caregiver she was) called me down for lunch. I did not go down for lunch so she brought my lunch up to me in my room. The lunch from what I can remember consisted of one blackened, BBQed wiener. I took the wiener from my Momba had one bite, hated the blackened, charcoal-ness of it and discarded it into my drawer where I stored my unmentionables. I did this, I think, because I didn't want my Momba to know I wasn't eating it. I whined a little when she gave it to me and she told me to 'just eat it anyway' because that was 'what's for lunch', sounds like just the kind of dead beat thing I would say now! So I hid it, there, in my underwear drawer and just as though my drawer really were an incinerator, I forgot about it......for a very long time.

One day, I went to get pyjama's on to get ready for bed and to my complete horror I found little wormies and grubblies on my fuzzy fleecies! At the time, and to date, this occurrence caused great fright in me and a weak little shriek escaped from my lungs followed by blood curdling whelps of emotional anguish for someone to please come and rescue ME, my PYJAMA'S and my 'tighty whiteys' from the tiny monsters that had invaded my dresser!

Help came, Help found the source of attraction to my dresser drawers, Help removed all monsters and Help removed the monster bait: The Wiener.

Special Poem

I made meat balls for supper......I love a meat ball sub.

Ode to Meat
(dedicated to GloTox as we share the same fondness)

chicken, cow, piggy or fish
meat is where it's at,

meat is my wish.

ribs, wings, steaks and roast
meat has it all,
it gives us the most.

fried, baked, fondue, bar-B-qued
oh meat it is true,
you're my favorite food.

I know there are others out there who feel the same way. It's natural. It's right. Let me share this picture with you....

Sorbet & Meat

Well it's been too long since me blogged. And since it is GlenZa's 'make a wish' that I blog once again I will start with something simple. Last night after a very unfortunate medicine getting incident for Sorbet (as we now call her) I lay awake. I lay awake thinkin'. Then I got laughing. I was laughing about silly things that happened during the day. This is a list of my favorite things that happened yesterday.

1) GlenZa trying to sharpen a 'flat' eye pencil. Then I was thinking about why would they manufacture an eye pencil that is so inconveniently shaped for sharpening?

2) Also the unfortunate medicine getting incident was not funny while it was happening but it got funny immediately after. You see everything just went wrong. It's was 1:30. I had just fallen asleep. Sorbet woke up with her nasty cold/cough crying. I went to get her. Decided medicine is what she needed. Went to get the medicine, couldn't open it with my wee, small , weak hands. Had to 'wake up' Flebb. Even though he was already awake from the tiny screaming body that was awake wanting meds. He opened the bottle, then I lost the little syringe thingy in the bottle, swore loudly, put the baby by Flebb, went to find tweezers to get the syringe out. Then there wasn't enough medicine in the bottle to get any out so had to pour some in a cup and get it out that way, then finally got satisfaction and put the meds in the baby. Went back to bed. This seemed really funny to me when I should have been going to sleep. It's almost impossible for me to be rational at night with a crying baby that just wants to be on me so much that when I try to put her down she squeezes my hip with her tiny little legs and grips my neck with her little arms. Right, so maybe that was more my favorite thing rather than the medicine trying to get me committed....

3) The meat that I ate for supper. We really do have a great butcher in town and if were up to me, which I guess it really is, we would do ALL of our grocery shopping there and forgo the whole produce, bread and what not food groups.

4) The meat I ate on my sandwich later on in the evening.

And on that fond note I feel I should stop. I just got off the phone with GlenZa and she got me all excited about chili and/or hamburger soup. Just so you know if I ever do a post of this variety again, the meat will most like make an appearance.

While enjoying Rockstar: Supernova (Suave Porn) I couldn't help but notice a startling resemblance between Mr .Gilbey Clark and our beloved, creepy Burger King. I couldn't find a suitable photo of Gilbey to back this theory up Bloggywise but I invite you to join with me watching the series to look, see and discover these matchers yourself.

As an aside, while trying to find a good picture of the Burger King I came across this article which I am not sure how to feel about yet....

Burger King The Movie

(Also here is Wilma's very specific blog about Rockstar: Supernova maybe she has or can get a good pic of Gilbey.... Suave Porn) Well...

what?

Oh!

You barely have to mention it and a picture from Wilma appears out of nowhere! Here he is in all his Burger Kingish Glory! Enjoy. Thanks Wilma!