DINNER WITH THE GIRLS and Jason

Oh, man..poor Jason...I don't think he knew what hit him..Being in the middle between Jenny, Jamie and Me...He was bombarded with the fuck word...Fuck this, fuck that...get fucked...fuck you...It was pretty sad..felt bad for him. But it didn't keep us from having a ball..We ate at a buffet type Chinese Restaurant and it was fantastic..They had Mongolian stir fry and just a load of different types of Chinese food. Five different types of shrimp, pot stickers, dumplings, all kinds of Sushi, sweet and sour everything. Ribs, marinated mushrooms, all sorts of noodles and vegetables. It was incredible..It was $41 for 4 of us..Jason had 2 refills, Jenny and Jamie had 1 refill each..They split 2 plates of Sushi and each of us had a plate of deserts..Little peti-fours cakes, cream puffs, ice cream, puddings, etc. We ate and laughed and laughed and ate..We were noisy and disruptive and didn't give a fuck..and we didn't get throw out..But next time we go there I bet they don't sit us dead center, bet they stick us over in a corner all by our lonesome..ha. We spent some time at Jenny's and Jason's apt. and played with LuLu the Maltese puppy, who thinks she is a pit bull dog...She's bored from being in her little crib cage all day till they come home from work and she has more energy than 7 dogs.

She loves to play fetch..once you pry the toy out of her teeth and throw it..but she wants you to fight for it first. I took her a little elephant toy and she really likes it..except when the butt is up..for some reason she won't go near it if it lands on it's face and it's butt is sticking out...If it lands on it's back she'll grab it and play with it..pretty funny..

I am still in shock over the Golf game..I don't give 2 shits about golf, but when Tiger Woods plays, it's a different story..and this week end was Golf Gold..Wow..what can you say .?...He's unbelievable..

Now I'm fixing to go watch the last Basketball playoff game..I think it's going to be the last because I think Boston is going to cream the Lakers ass, or at least I hope they do...

I got a roll of film out and these are some pictures of Jamie with a Dublin Dr Pepper, Miss Henrietta's memorial party and some of Inky, Anessa and Devin in his 8th grade graduation robe. He'll be a freshman next year. Also pictures of my new book cases..and Anessa with Willie..

Gotta run, want to watch the Lakers get their butts kicked...Sorry all you Calif. readers...but I have to go with the Celtics..I like Boston, it's the only place where people say Fuck more than I do..what's not to like..

STUMBLE ON THIS TILL I POST

about my dinner with jenny, jamie and jason...it was a blast...

POINTS OF INTEREST AND COOKING

It's close to 100 degrees outside and dumb-ass here baked a cherry/chocolate cake cobbler, and green chili turkey meat loaf...smack me someone..I decided to do a different version of the apple/vanilla cake cobbler with Carmel sauce...I took 3 can's of comstock cherry pie mix put in a large glass lasagna dish, dumped a box of chocolate cake mix, stick of butter with some water and mixed it all together....drizzled some canned Hershey's chocolate sauce over it and baked it for 3-40 minutes..then when it cooled a little I added more chocolate sauce on top...sigh*......yup...it's good..

Then I took 3 lbs of ground turkey, salt, pepper, eggs, and green chili salsa and mixed it all up and made 2 loaf pans of meat loaf..when it cooled off I added more green chili salsa over the top...yup...it's good..

in about 3 hours I'm going to make liver and onions for me and Inky...Babs said for me to keep it away from her..but would try some of the cherry/chocolate cobbler..

Last night Babs wanted to see if she could drive at night(hasn't been able to do any night driving here since she had her operation on her retina) to the House of Satan..I told her I would drive with her and if she couldn't do it, I would drive the rest of the way...Well, by Goddess, she did it..We were hoping the cops would stop us so we could say 'sorry officer, I'm half blind and didn't see you and she's half deaf and didn't hear the siren..'

Then we terrorized people in the store..There is something weird shopping at the House of Satan at midnight...surprisingly more people than you would have thought and all the aisles were crowded with stockers and their boxes..But...I found a 'Listen Up'...the hearing device you see advertised on TV, where you can hear people whispering across the street..It's really fucking weird...I can hear ok...which is terrific(got to watch 2 hours of season 2's Dexter last night, and I couldn't hear it at all earlier) but damn, I can hear me talking..it's like my head is miked...I can hear me chew, swallow, sniff, blowing my nose is really freaky..when I walk I can hear my footsteps, and when Annie was eating out of her glass bowl and her 2 tags were banging on the glass is was really really loud..It has a clip so I can clip it to my shirt at work...Don't know how it will work, but going to try...I can't wear it all the time here at the house as they sounds are so distracting. The noise the refrigerator makes is like having a John Deere tractor in the house..I almost made myself nuts when I had them on and was watching Dexter and eating pork rinds..gave me a head ache..and the rustling of the paper was very annoying..flushing the toilet was like having my head under water at Niagara falls..This will be a temporary stop gap until I get a regular hearing aid...it's really great for listening to video's on the computer and the TV...Babs kept saying 'can you hear me now, can you hear me now.................can you hear me now?'...

I have been cleaning the apt..22 years ago I paid $75 for a micro-wave ...the old dial kind..finally said fuck it and Babs and I hauled it out to the truck..will give it to Caritas. I love having all the space on the counter now..

I'm going to replant my okra into bigger pots..them suckers are growing like crazy..and my squash ...holy shit, my squash is full of blossoms..even my asparagus is growing...maybe I won't be a garden serial killer this year..

There was an article in the DAM news about Adamson High School which has a large Hispanic population.."We're doing pretty well if we can graduate 50 percent," says Marcia Niemann, on the high dropout rate of recent immigrants..They come here and inter school and they can't speak English, no one at home speaks English and because they flunk out and can't get jobs, a lot of them turn to gangs and crime..There is such a problem with the drop out rate brought on my immigrants that they are talking about closing down the school..Yeah, that's the answer...It's a huge problem here in Texas, and all the border states and California. Pretty soon Anglos will be the minority in Los Angeles and Dallas, and no one will be speaking English. I'm all for the melting pot theory for America....except they aren't melting..I see kids around 8-9 years old having to translate for Mom in the store..plus they take them to the Dr. to translate...Which I find really scary.."Jose, tell the Dr. that Mammi is bleeding very bad from her peepee."...Yeah, that's something an 8 year old shouldn't have to deal with..This happens a lot at the Drs. and I see it all the time in the store..I worried for 2 days or better when I tried to explain to a lady about puppy chow for her new puppy, how much to give it, how much water..etc...I never did know if she understood me and her kid who was translating didn't know how to say 1/2 cup 2 times a day...so I can only hope she figured it out..Sigh*..

Arghghg, Margaret just came over to return a library book she'd been reading..I gave her a couple of the paper backs I bought the other day and tried to escort her out the door...jeez, I'm standing there with the fucking door open for her to leave and she's babblying to me what a pain in the ass Mary is cause she keeps coming over or calling her and bothering her all the time..I wanted to say ..'like you are now?.'...but finally I said, 'I have to go I have something on the computer and if I don't go, I'll lose it..'...thank the Goddess she doesn't know anything about computers..Gave her some cherry/chocolate cobbler and slammed the door..I really don't like visitors..unless they're on my terms...Have to run..want to start cutting up the onions for the liver...wish you all were here, I make some kick ass liver and onions...fuckme till my eyes water.

EVOLUTION OF TREATMENT

Bert Christensen's Truth & Humour Collection

Evolution of Treatments
2000 B.C. - Here, eat this root. 1000 A.D. - That root is heathen. Here, say this prayer.
1850 A.D. - That prayer is superstition. Here, drink this potion.
1940 A.D. - That potion is snake oil. Here, swallow this pill.
1985 A.D. - That pill is ineffective. Here, take this antibiotic.
2000 A.D. - That antibiotic is artificial. Here, eat this root.
jackiesue's input..2008, don't take anything it's made in China and contaminated by lead and toxins.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

Happy Father's Day to all you Dad's and also Happy Father's Day to all you single Mom's...I used to get ugly ties from the kids on Father's Day..Hope it's a great day for all of you....

I HAVE BEEN STIMULATED to the tune of $300

by Uncle Sam...praise the Goddess..I went to check my mail and found a package from Shady Lane with my honey straws..and a check from Uncle Sam...I figured it would be for about $28 bucks so wasn't really expecting much...lo and behold...a fat little check for $300...So I will get my front tooth fixed and hopefully the rest of them too...$300 isn't going to do it, but it will be a nice start..I also went and got my hair cut..was going to get it cut very short and have it spiked, but I kind of like it the way she did it first..she advised me to cut it normal first, and then if I decided to cut it shorter she would, but didn't want to cut it short and then have me go fuck what have you done...well, not exactly in those words...Then I went and got a funky green plastic square tote with lid..really cute..about 2x3 feet..and have it stuffed with towels, cleaning stuff, paper towels, toilet paper, seasonings, salt, pepper, etc..Going to get her sugar, flour, mustard, mayo, etc. and all the stuff she would need to set up her kitchen and bath..I figure all her friends and other relatives will get her all the pots, pans, cooking stuff she will need..But when she moves to Virginia and into their first apartment, she will need to buy all that stuff and it will be a lot better if she doesn't have that expense...And you know she will have to clean it..I'm sure she's going to open the box at the bridal shower and go 'oh....paper towels and a toilet brush, gee, thanks grandma.'...but when she opens up her apartment and starts to put her stuff up she's going to be looking for that paper towel and comet..I plan on getting her other things too, but mostly the essentials ...

I treated Babs to dinner at Pizza House..I had chicken fried steak, a huge salad, 1/2 of a fat stick of french bread, and about 1/2 cup of french fries..Babs had chicken casadias and the rest of my fries...damn, it was so good..Plus we are both going bat-shit over Community Grocery's sale on 1/2 pints of Blue Bell..10 for $10...normally about $1.80 a 1/2 pint..and I figure if I keep my carbs down I can have 1/2 cup of ice cream..We went to Video World and I got The Bucket List which I really did love, and the Jumper which pretty much sucked...well, not sucked, but it didn't rock..I also saw the Jessie James movie with Brad Pitt. I wish someone had stabbed me in the left eye with a number 2 lead pencil instead...most boring, dull, slow, no action movie I have ever seen...and wish I had seen National Treasure 2 instead..

Hmm, what else?...The microwave I bought 21 years ago for $75(it's the size of a dorm room refrigerator) is about to blow...Actually can't wait...It's so damn big it takes up most of my counter space over the sink...Not sure I will replace it..all I do is use it to thaw out stuff and steam veggies..

I'm going to Waco Monday and take the granddaughters and Jason to dinner at the Chinese place..I'm looking forward to that but not the trip to Wackkkkko...2 trips in a month is more than I can handle.

I bought a new rug for the kitchen and for the bathroom...Finally found something that was the right color and was the right size..

I watched the Bucket List and Babs watched the Jumper, then we switched and watched the other one..I took Annie with me in the truck when I went to switch movies so she and Peaches could officially meet...Oh shit!....Not a good thing..no fight, but only because I snatched my pussy and then Peaches stomped off to her bedroom..But oh you should have heard the hissing and meowing...Peaches was really pissed...Annie wasn't very happy, but oh my, Peaches was like, 'what the fuck are you doing in MY house? and get the fuck out.'..Pretty funny...well, it's almost 2am and haven't stayed up this late in 2 weeks...need to go soak my foot(banged it on the bed and my middle toe looks like it has a purple grape on it...uuuuuuuuuugly)and finish reading my new Joseph Wambaugh book...Flotsam and Jetsam are in it...Oh, I went to Caritas and they had books on sale and yes, I bought more books...jeez, it's a sickness I'm telling you...Got a good one on Women in the milatary and a bunch of mysteries and novels that I will donate to the library when I finish reading them..Janice Evanovitch has a new book out I can't wait to read...Granny gets kidnapped...boy I bet the kidnappers are wishing they had taken the hamster instead..

Yawn......I'm going to bed folks...fuckme till I snore..

THINGS TO DO IF YOU ARE EVER A VAMPIRE

Blatantly stolen from Stumble Upon...I loved it...hope you all do too..
Things I Will Do If I Am Ever the Vampire
1. I will not pick off friends, family or neighbors of the Hero one at a time. This annoys the Hero and drives him into action. They'll still be there when he is dead.
2. There are thousands of sick people who want to be vampires. Why pick someone who doesn't?
3. The Hero will come armed with holy water, a cross and a stake. I will come armed with a 5.56 mm assault rifle and grenades. If the Hero has to cross open ground, there is no better way to reach out and touch someone than with a sniper rifle.
4. When biting women to make them slaves, I will bite them in out-of-the-way locations such as the inside of the thigh, the lower part of the breast or other location not requiring painfully obvious alteration of clothing or ridiculous accessories to conceal.
5. I will equip my home with a marvelous device called a burglar alarm with an automatic dialer. It will be difficult for the Hero to kill me while under arrest for attempted breaking and entering.
6. My coffin will be concealed and will be a plain wooden box. The elaborate oak coffin with gold trim resting in the basement will be equipped with claymores [mines] designed to shred the body of anyone who opens it.
7. I will wear a watch and verify what time sunrise is every day.
8. The formal attire with cape will be reserved for special occasions. Jeans and a t-shirt will be fine for everyday wear as they are less noticeable.
9. I will wear _white_ clothing, which does not set off my pallor as obviously as black.
10. If I can't avoid wearing black all the time, and acting weird, I will go to bars which cater to that sort of clientele. It would make it more difficult for the hero to pick me out of the crowd.
11. I will not engage in a battle of wits with the Hero. I plan on killing him anyway so what's the point?
12. I will not dismiss a Hero as a mere mortal because he does not have my centuries of experience. Even inexperienced losers can get lucky.
13. There will be no windows, doors, elevator shafts or air vents accessing my Hidden Lair that have any sort of access to the outside and which sunlight can be directed down using mirrors.
14. If there must be windows they will be painted over and backed with steel plate so the Hero will face a rude surprise when he throws something through it at sunrise.
15. When I take the Hero's True Love to make her my concubine and eternal slave I will not show her off to goad the Hero into making an attack. That would goad the Hero into making an attack. She will be tucked away in a quiet room watched over by my loyal servants until the Hero is dead.
16. I will not transform children. Their bodies will stay the same age forever while their minds grows older and they will become whiny and disobedient.
17. I will not use bug-eating morons as servants. Pretty females dressed in little French maid outfits are more visually appealing and can also distract the Hero.
18. While castles and mansions are traditional and have a certain flair, the two bedroom bungalow is less noticeable in suburbia.
19. My home will not have wooden furniture, the legs of which become sharp, pointed sticks at inopportune moments.
20. I will have one of my Entranced Subjects constantly observing the Hero and his party. I always want warning if they go to a lumber yard.
21. My home will have mirrors but they will be located in places such as the bathroom where I am unlikely to be at the same time as the Hero or his friends.
22. I will not change into a bat, scuttle up walls, fly or hypnotize people when there might be witnesses
.23. All my concubines will be fully aware that they are not to seduce, attack or even bother visitors staying in the castle unless they have express consent from me.
24. The blood in the refrigerator will be stored in a tomato juice container and there will be ordinary food in there for camouflage.
25. I will get a voice coach and change my name. "Hi, I'm Bob," is less suspicious than "I.......am......Dra. ....cu.....la."
26. I will not associate with vampire theatres, vampire whorehouses and prostitution rings, vampire bars or vampire biker gangs. They attract attention.
27. I will spend no more than 10 years in any one location and when I move it will be somewhere distant. I will not return to a previous home for a minimum of 80 years. Anyone who previously knew me will either be dead or senile.
28. I will be able to explain porphyry and why that unfortunate genetic condition is the reason I cannot go out in the sun.
29. I will force myself to look concerned and not hungry when someone accidentally cuts himself.
30. A Kevlar vest with a ceramic trauma plate located over the heart is a rather trendy fashion accessory.
31. I will take seriously anyone who approaches me with a water pistol and a confident expression.
32. Backpacks and small bags capable of holding sharp pointed wooden sticks will be taken from visitors by a servant at the door. Anyone refusing to part with their accessories will be taken into a side room and shot in the knees, handcuffed and chained to the wall where they will provide lunch for my concubines.
33. Crossbows, spears, arrows and other antique weapons with wood or large blades will be banned from the castle. There is nothing wrong with a fine collection of rifles and handguns.
34. I will carry at least a .38 on my person and become proficient in its use. If the Von Helsing is holding me at bay with a religious symbol or I am unable to use my vampiric powers for other reasons, I can always open fire.
35. I will be a strict atheist, so the hero will be forced to use a copy of "The Skeptical Inquirer" or "Das Kapital" rather than a Bible, delaying him considerably...
36. Before dining out with anyone, I will verify that garlic is not a major spice at that restaurant.
37. I will not take blood from people who take cocaine, speed, or other addictive drugs.
38. All servants, concubines and assorted slaves will be under strict orders not to show excessive devotion to me in public.
39. Servants, concubines and assorted slaves will have a zero-tolerance rule: one mistake and they're dead. I can always create more.
40. When recruiting new blood, so to speak, I will first enslave those who might notice odd behavior in my future concubines. Therefore, I take the teacher at the all-girls school first.
41. All future concubines will be screened and have complete background checks. Those with relatives named Van Helsing will be removed from consideration. The irony is not worth the risk.
42. Nothing says the Hero can't be a cripple or be suffering massive trauma from a shotgun blast before he becomes lunch.
43. I will not personally finish off the Hero. That is what loyal servants, concubines and assorted slaves are for. Besides, the True Love is probably tastier.
44. All future concubines will be stripped searched for rosaries, crucifixes and garlic before I approach them.
45. All cute but spunky kids in the community who express an interest in the supernatural will be identified and observed for sudden changes in behavior.
46. I will be an upstanding but otherwise undistinguished resident of my community and will make sure that I cultivate enough friends that I will be warned of anyone spreading malicious rumors about me.
47. Since it will be the last thing they would expect, I will hire a Mafia hit team to take out the Hero and his friends. Let's see the crucifix protect them from an Uzi.
47a. And if it does, I will immediately leave town (having been spying on them from several blocks away via a convenient hard-to-trace method of my choice).
48. All villagers will be encouraged to send their children to the schools I will secretly finance. After a few years of modern education they will dismiss the legends told by their grandparents, several of which will undoubtedly be ways to destroy me.
49. I will ignore all attempts to appeal to my former sense of humanity. I don't have any. That is why it is former.
50. I will remind myself that I am immortal, not indestructible.
51. All concubines will save the loose, transparent flowing silk dresses for special occasions. I'm a modern sort of guy so I like a woman in leather and Kevlar, which provides more protection so she lasts longer in a fight.
52. Although firearms are useless against me and the concubines they work quite effectively on the Hero and his friends. Therefore all concubines will be armed and taught to shoot. They will use hand and fang in attack only as a last resort.
53. All bodies of former meals will be destroyed in a manner which will make the absence of blood and bite marks impossible to identify.
54. I will not send bodies or parts thereof of former friends, relatives, mentors or lovers to the Hero in order to demonstrate my complete mastery over life and death.
55. I will not demonstrate knowledge inappropriate for someone of my apparent age.
56. I will not begin a vendetta against someone who has destroyed a fellow vampire that I was fond of. They have clearly demonstrated they have the ability to destroy me.
57. More vampires means lower prey ratio: I will carefully consider if I really want more of us running around.
58. All the cutlery in my house will be either stainless steel or plastic. No silver. (Besides, I might accidentally cut myself.) But ideally, the steel will have a special surface that makes it *look* like silver, so the Hero will waste his time trying to stab me with it.
59. I will keep important bits of my home flooded with a non-flammable poisonous gas at all times. Not needing to breathe is a useful skill.
60. As cancer isn't a particularly large concern for me, I'll wear asbestos clothing.
61. I will make lots of long term investments.61a. With the great wealth I get from that, I shall endow a genetics program aimed at producing cows whose udders secrete human blood, or a palatable imitation thereof. Then I can go to McDonald's instead of bothering the hero's womenfolk.
62. While it may offend my dignity, whining incessantly will indicate that I am the protagonist, and will enable me to avoid the attentions of Heroes.
63. As cute as the Vampire Slayer is, there are other girls just as cute who are not capable of destroying me.
64. I will not engage a "Vampire Slayer" in martial arts combat, as that seldom seems to work out well.
65. If I find out that there is a "Vampire Slayer" living in the vicinity, I will consider moving elsewhere, regardless of the advantages conferred by that particular location.
66. When faced with a gang of spunky kids determined to stop my evil schemes, I will consider surrender. Or mailbombs.
67. I will put on lots of makeup and fur, and howl at the moon every once in a while. This should confuse the hero, and will probably enable me to get away with a silver bullet or two.
68. I will not consider property crimes beneath my dignity. Carjacking is a good source of income, and I don't have to worry much about the possibility of something going wrong.
The population of rec.arts.sf.written.

PIZZA HOUSE, DUBLIN DR PEPPER AND BLUE BELL ICE CREAM

Bootlegging Dr Pepper
The demand for sugar-sweetened Dublin Dr Pepper has never been higher — just ask the bootleggers
By Robb Walsh Published: June 5, 2008
Dr Pepper was invented at the Old Corner Drug Store in Waco in 1885.
Julia Walsh

Ask any Dublin Dr Pepper bootlegger what the fuss is all about. They'll tell you that the top-shelf, premier cru of Texas soda pop is selling for eight bucks a six-pack in some stores — when you can find it.
Back in the 1970s, when soft drink bottlers across the country began sweetening their sodas with high-fructose corn syrup, the oldest Dr Pepper bottling plant, which is located in Dublin, about 20 miles south of Stephenville, refused to make the switch. Each bottle of Dublin Dr Pepper proudly bears the logo of Imperial Pure Cane Sugar.
But under their franchise agreement, the Dublin plant is only authorized to supply stores in the 40-square-mile area between Stephenville and Hico. The loophole is that individuals who visit the plant are allowed to purchase up to 20 cases for their private use. So diehards who are fixated on the flavor of old-fashioned cane sugar-sweetened Dr Pepper drive to Dublin to pick up their fix.
If driving across the state for soft drinks sounds a little obsessive, you need to consider how important a role Dr Pepper plays in some people's lives.
In cold climates, coffee is the favored caffeine delivery system, and when people talk about being addicted to the stuff, they aren't kidding. Caffeine is habit-forming, regardless of how you imbibe it.
In the warmer climate of the South, the bottomless iced tea glass is taken for granted at restaurants. But for other Southerners, the caffeinated beverage of choice is a carbonated soft drink — Coca-Cola in Georgia and Dr Pepper in Texas. Roughly speaking, a 20-ounce bottle of Coke or Dr Pepper contains as much caffeine as a five-ounce cup of coffee. Of course, some people drink Dr Pepper by the liter.
"It's an addiction," says Houston journalist Bobette Riner, who grew up drinking Dr Pepper in West Texas.(not West, Texas...just West Texas) She says she tries to keep her habit under control by only drinking two a day. But she is a discerning consumer. Just as Starbucks fans turn up their nose at inferior coffee, Riner prefers the taste of Dublin Dr Pepper to the "nasty corn syrup flavor" of the conventional stuff. She picks some up when she travels north to visit her family.
Riner sometimes shares a few bottles from her private stash when she needs a favor from the Dr Pepper-obsessed computer guys at work, where the soft drink is referred to as "crack." One IT guy decorated his office with empty Dr Pepper bottles, Riner said. The computer guys have reported having problems when they tried to quit drinking the stuff. (Yes, there are several Dr Pepper addiction support groups.)
Since the demand for Dublin Dr Pepper exceeds the supply, a thriving black market has sprung up. Driving around the state this spring, I noticed little paper signs in the front windows of small-town drugstores and mom-and-pop restaurants advertising the availability of Dublin Dr Pepper. I never really gave much thought to where they were getting the stuff.
That's where the bootleggers come in. At a cooking demonstration I gave this spring at the Dallas Museum of Art, I told the audience that the Dr Pepper-­marinated tenderloin recipe that I included in my The Texas Cowboy Cookbook worked a lot better if you used Dublin Dr Pepper. The cane sugar caramelizes better on the grill.
After the event, a bootlegger introduced herself. The wisecracking lady said she kept a group of small shops in her Dallas suburb supplied. It was all very hush-hush, because the bootleggers are going around the distribution rules of the bottling franchise. Each franchisee is supposed to supply its own area.
I was fascinated: Smuggling addictive soft drinks across county lines is the sort of aberrant behavior I have dedicated my life to investigating._____________________
It cost six bucks to get into the Dr Pepper Museum in downtown Waco. The first floor was devoted to historical information about the invention and early days of bottling and distributing the product. There was an eerie talking dummy that was supposed to look like the German pharmacist named Charles Alderton, who formulated Dr Pepper at the soda fountain of Waco's Old Corner Drug store in 1885, one year before Coca-Cola was invented.
His formula is alleged to contain 23 flavors, including natural fruit and spice essences, though the company is notoriously secretive about the actual ingredients (except to say that prune juice is not among them).
Alderton's customers called the drink a "Waco" soda, and it became quite popular at the soda fountain. The pharmacist gave the recipe to the owner of the drugstore, Wade Morrison, and the base syrup began to be made in larger quantities. When he began marketing the syrup to area drugstores, Morrison renamed the drink after Dr. Charles T. Pepper of Virginia.
Some versions of the story say the real Dr. Pepper was Morrison's girlfriend's father; others say he was a former employer. If such details matter to you, there's a Web site you can visit where the Dr Pepper catechism is carefully parsed by a fanatic named Christopher Flaherty on his Web site, Dr Pepper FAQ. You will also find stories there connecting Dr Pepper to various conspiracy theories. Lee Harvey Oswald was evidently a Dr Pepper lover.
The upper floor of the Dr Pepper Museum holds a lot of advertising materials. I sang along silently as I read the words to the "I'm a pepper, you're a pepper," jingle. And I dimly recalled the 10-2-4 campaign, which advocated the consumption of three Dr Peppers a day, at 10 a.m., 2 p.m. and 4 p.m. But I had never heard the oldest Dr Pepper slogan: "Drink a bite to eat." I also learned that the period in Dr. was dropped from the name in a logo redesign in the 1950s.

Rae sent this to me...I loved it..but it's really crap...The truck drivers can get as much of the Dublin Dr Pepper they can sell..It cost $5.99 a 6-pack and .99cents a bottle ..But if it was $5.00 a bottle...I'd have to have it..That is my one treat I allow myself..If I'm a good girl...I get one a week...It's the nectar of the Goddess's...
My granddaughter sent me a invitation to her Bridal Shower...Is the 29th of June at Simply Good Eatery down town Waco...I'd rather rip out my left eye with a salad fork than go to down town Waco, but for her..I will make the trip.
Babs and I went to lunch at Pizza House and for a change both our lunches came at the same time..Much to the relief of the waitress who is afraid I'm going to get it 15 minutes late one time to many and go off on the cook.. We had to drive around the stupid fucking train..stopped right dead in the middle of town, blogging 2 crossovers...Babs and I were tempted to climb into the cab of the train and tell them to back the mother fucker up...They are only supposed to block one crossing...assholes...Babs actually made 2 trips into town on one day..West paper came and she found out that Community Grocery has Blue Bell pints 10 for $10..So she picked me up a rocky road...will savor each bite ...think I can have like 2 tablespoons before I go into a diabetic shock..She's still eating on the Apple cobbler, but now can have ice cream with it..
Anessa brought in the Cockatoo Willie today ...He's so beautiful..I took some pictures so you could see him..He say's Hello, Hi, whatcha doing, pretty bird and some other stuff.. He also says 'here kitty kitty'...to the cat and she still goes up to the cage and Willie bites his tail..Cracks me up..
We didn't get any rain, but looks like the Ohio, Wis. and the surrounding states got ours and Oklahoma's too...So awful...the prices are already going up and now they will go up more..fuckity fuck fuck fuck..
I had more to write about but I swear I can't think of anything over the little voice in my head going "there's Blue Bell Rocky
Road in the freezer, there's Blue Bell Rocky Road in the freezer."...If I'm really good, maybe I can have my Dublin Dr Pepper and 2 tablespoons of Rock Road...sigh* life is good...fuckme till Dublin Dr Pepper has no carbs.

APPLE COBBLER
1. Ingredients
3 -15.25 ounce) cans Apple Pie Filling
1 (16 ounce) package Vanilla Cake Mix ( I used French Vanilla cake mix)
4 tablespoons Melted Butter Combined with (I used 8 tablespoons of each)
4 tablespoons Water
2 tablespoons Cinnamon
1 (12 ounce) jar Caramel Sauce


Cooking Directions
Empty all three containers of apple pie filling into a casserole dish.
Top with the entire bag of cake mix.
Pour butter mixture over the cake mix.
Sprinkle with cinnamon.
Bake at 30 minutes at 350 degrees.
Serve with caramel sauce.
Yield: 12 servings
I had the need to bake so I called Babs and said whaddya' want? I have to bake something.. She said oh, maybe a apple cobbler. I said I'll go to the store and see what the fruit looks like..Then I googled..oh man, do I love to google..I found this recipe on a website and thought...Holy shit..this looks plum delicious...So I went to West Food Mart and got all the ingredients and whipped it up...I had to have a piece..I knew I'd regret it as it would shoot my sugar up,(192) but sometimes you have to suffer to sing the blues..It was fucking awesome..and took 45 minutes including cooking time..I took the rest to Babs and she has had it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, etc. Think she's still eating on it..it's huge..
Ok, enough about the food, I can't have any so I need to think about the yummy salmon I baked...I bought a whole salmon and stuffed it with my home grown rosemary, sliced lemons, salt/pepper, rubbed some oil on it, and wrapped in tin foil and baked it...I'm a fucking Julia child..It was so good..steamed some oriental veggies and good to go..have to make up for that apple cobbler...I have kept my sugar below 120 since I ate it...Made tuna salad and just ate the last of the gazpacho..I'm eating so healthy...I still need to lose more weight..jeez Louise will it never end..sigh*
I have been googling and hunting for information on cheap(inexpensive) hearing aids..I'm not qualified for Texas Medicaid either as I have to be 65 which I will be in November...(who would have thought I would look so forward to getting older) I called Radio Shack and they have a thing called Listen Up and is $15, but they are out of them, so will see if they have one next Friday and if so will go get it..will work until I turn 65 and can qualify for the real deal..hope there is some way to hook it on my work shirt or jeans as it will be a little hard to hold that speaker in my hand and work the register at the same time..maybe I can get Inky to hold it..
Did I tell you that Thom and I have Inky such a hard time about coming in with a hangover that he bet us he could go 60 days with out drinking?...It started out a week and then we ragged him so bad(wussy can only go a week) that he signed a piece of paper saying he wouldn't drink for 60 days..So far he's stuck to it..and to show us how tough he is, he's kicking soda water too..Which he says is harder than the kicking the beer..So all he's had to drink is water...Last time I talked to him he was a mite testy..
Well, Obama's in and ole Hillary's out..Boo fucking hoo..But I told you so..
Sunday I picked the horse that won the race..I picked 6-4-3...win place show..Not too bad..and I didn't pick Big Brown to even light up the board...I think Big Brown had money on the 6 horse too.
I was reading the DAM News and there was an article about how Raul Castro was going to make it possible for Cubans to be able to get free sex change operations. I wonder what their policy is on hearing aids...? Maybe I should get in a rubber raft and go to Cuba and see if I can get a free hearing aid...Hell might get a sex change while I'm there..it is free, and you know how I love a bargain.
Well, it's almost 10pm...Need to go shower and powder my ass before Letterman comes on..I'm usually in bed asleep before the musical guest comes on..Speak up...I can't hear you...
fuckme till I learn sign language...

YO, I GOT YOUR STUMBLE RIGHT HERE

Doesn't this look like a young Hillary Clinton?....