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I’m probably not even a criminal maybe.

Posted on March 30, 2011 by ThePeachy1 in Funny Stuff Friday, It's Juicy, Moronic Mondays

The past 16 or so days have been a complete and utter whirl wind of insanity.  Between regular work,  then these  new social media seminars I am teaching in person and via telcon that’s enough to push a girl into a blender of xanax.  But throw in the 7am weekend or 5pm weekday baseball practices and games for the Prince you have to pour a bottle of vodka in that blender.  Then of course all the fun exciting medical drama and day to day stuffs that call for chocolate so please throw a couple Lindt White Chocolate balls in the Blender and you have the Perfect Cocktail to cure my daily woes.

As you know I have “some issues”  being in public.  But when I have the Prince with me I work very hard to set a good example  of how to be a considerate and caring member of society. He’s on spring break, so I have him and his best bud.  I was doing some work errands and we had been out running about 4 hours,  we had witnessed the redneck  wwf foul mouthed pimp/ho fight at WalMart ( aka Devil Mart) which is the LAST place on earth I would shop if I had options. ( read about the NSFW PG-13+ fight here ) So I had taken the opportunity to lecture the boys on how that acting like that in public just makes you look silly no matter the reason, and that people have the ability of words, written and verbal.  Also I believed it was a fine example of evolution.  It lead to the discussion of the pen being mightier than the sword and blah, and how we should be kind to each other and blah.

We finally headed back to podunkville and the land of 2 lane roads with VERY  deep ditches on both sides headed back to the country I see a man flip and roll an ATV ( 4 wheeler) in the ditch. I slam brakes and cut onto the side road jump out and jump into the ditch in heels to check on him.  I am relieved to find out he is ok, even if it’s just the adrenaline he popped out from underneath it.  All 350+ lbs of him. Yep he was a big ‘un.  With out thinking I said, ” Oh baby you scared me ! ”  He replied, ” Lady I scared me too!”  I didn’t see exactly how he flipped since the speed limit is 55 I came up just as the front wheels were in the air to see them finish flipping.

At first he tried to get on it, and start it, he wasn’t sure how to start it and had it fully choked, I asked him if he was sure if he was ok to drive or if there was someone I could call for him?  He just kept saying no, I’m fine I gotta go.   So I walked over and said, “here baby, you’re flooding it”.

I set the choke and started it for him, I told him not to try to ride it out of the ditch. But instead walk along side it, while he drives it out.  He instead sitting on it, drove the damn thing over the stop sign and street sign and flipped it back into the ditch and when the signs went down they nearly hit my car.

This time when it rolled he dove off and dove clear, all 350lbs of big boy rolled clear. He was pouring sweat like a lawn sprinkler.  Granted it was midday in the deep south and he was quite a big guy, with a knit cap on, in what could ONLY be described as a high stress situation.   Plus if it weren’t for the massive amounts of adrenaline I am sure this late 20’s early 30’s gentlemen would be full of so many aches and pains or internal bleeding he would be in an ER.

Again I set the choke, start the beast and show home pickle how to walk said 4 wheeler out of the steep ditch rather than trying to ride it.  He got it up and hopped on her and sped off full speed down the little side road and NEVER looked back.

Not a thanks, not a nod, no glance over his shoulder nothing. He was gone from sight in moments once it was out of the ditch he was history just like Columbus baby.

I got back in my van thinking wow is he lucky, I hope he ends up being ok.  Things like internal injuries, spinal injuries, and other things went through my mind, and I hoped that it wouldn’t come back to haunt him.  I took that opportunity to discuss safety with the boys, and to be aware of your surroundings, how you should always be a good Samaritan, how you reach out to your fellow man, but be safe.

I pulled out onto the little country road and ended my speech and turned on the radio when I saw this.   Well not exactly this, this is actually a recreation.

ATV for sale, but only 2 are present, I may be an accomplice allegedly

it says 3, I only see 2 OH MY BOB

About a mile down the road I am quite positive just like in a cartoon a little light bulb appeared over my head for the world to see.

The sign said 3 Red ATV’s were for sale.  A panicked man who did not know how to ride an ATV not far from that house had flipped one into a ditch and I had helped him get out of the ditch and he road away with a knitted hat, sweating buckets in such a hurry he didn’t even thank me.

Let’s not jump to conclusions here,  this poor innocent man could have been riding his friends vehicle, or have just purchased it or been on his way to wash oil off a dolphin

OH MY FREAKING BOB YALL I HELPED  A CRIMINAL STEAL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I AM AN ACCOMPLICE AND  I HAD THE KIDS WITH ME.  GASP, BAG BAG BAG, need a bag, must breath, heh heh, heh, deep breath deep breath.

There was nothing on the news, and when I had to pass by there again today I wasn’t sure really which house it was, but there were no ATV’s or signs. So there’s really nothing I can do about it anyway.  Allegedly.

xo


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Dinner Date with a Marine

Posted on March 23, 2011 by ThePeachy1 in The Peachy Tree
The following is a story told from the point of view of a young Marine…

I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before, the girl asked me to ‘Cook her something she’s never had before’ for dinner.

After many minutes of scratching my head over what to make, I finally settled on something she has DEFINITELY never eaten. I got out my trusty case of MRE’s. Meal, Ready-to-Eat. Field rations that when eaten in their entirety contain 3000+ calories.

Here’s what I made:

I took three of the Ham Slices out of their plastic packets, took out three of the Pork Chops, three packets of Chicken-a la- King, and eight packets of dehydrated butter noodles and some dehydrated/rehydrated rice.

I cooked the Ham Slices and Pork Chops in one pan, sauté ed in shaved garlic and olive oil.

In another pot, I blended the Chicken-a la-King, noodles, and rice together to make a sort of mush that looked suspiciously like succotash. I added some spices, and blended everything together in a glass pan that I then cooked in the oven for about 35 minutes at 450 degrees.

When I took it out of the oven, it looked like, well, ham slices, pork chops, and a bed of yellow poop. I covered the tops of the meat in the MRE cheese (kinda like Velveeta) and added some green sprinkly things from one of my spice cans (hey, if it’s got green sprinkly things on it, it looks fancy right?)

For dessert, I took four MRE Pound Cakes, mashed ’em up, added five packets of cocoa powder, powdered coffee cream, and some water. I heated it up and stirred it until it looked like a sort of chunky gelatinous organism, and I sprinkled powdered sugar on top of it.  Voila–Ranger Pudding.

For alcoholic drinks, I took the rest of my bottle of Military Special Vodka (yes, they DO make a type of liquor named ‘Military Special’–it sells for $4.35 per fifth at the Class Six) and mixed in four packets of ‘Electrolytes

– 1 each – Cherry flavored’  (I swear, the packet says that). It looked like an eerie Kool-aid with sparkles in it (that wasthe electrolytes I guess… could’ve been leftover sand from Egypt ).

I lit two candles, put a vase of wildflowers in the middle, and set the table with my best set of Ralph Lauren Academy-series China (that shit is EXPENSIVE…my set of 8 place settings cost me over $600 on sale at the Lejeune PX ), and put the alcoholic drink in a crystal wine de canter.

She came over, and had some appetizers already made, of MRE spaghetti-with-meatballs, set in small cups. She saw the dinner, saw the food, and said ‘This looks INCREDIBLE!! !’ We dug in, and she was loving the food.

Throughout the meal, she kept asking how long it took me to make it, and kept remarking that I obviously knew a thing or two about cooking fine meals.

She kinda balked at the makeshift ‘wine’ I had set out, but after she tried it I guess she liked it because she drank four glasses during dinner.

At the end of the main course, when I served the dessert, she squealed with delight at the ‘Chocolate mousse’ I had made. Huh? Chocolate what?! Okay…yeah… its Chocolate Moose. Took me HOURS to make… yup

Later on, as we were watching a movie, she excused herself to use my rest room.

While she was in there, I heard her say softly to herself ‘uh-oh’ and a resounding but petite fart punctuated her utterance of dismay. Let the games begin!

She sprayed about half a can of air freshener (Air Freshener, 1 each, Orange scent. Yup. The military even makes smell-good) and she returned to the couch; this time with an obvious pained look.

After 10 more minutes she excused herself again, and retreated to the bathroom for the second time, I could hear her say ‘What the hell is WRONG with me???’ as she again send flatulent shock waves into the porcelain bowl.

This time, they sounded kinda wet, and I heard the toilet paper roll being employed, and again, LOTS more air freshener.

Back to the couch. She smiled meekly as she decided to sit on the chair instead of next to me. She sat in my chair, knees pulled up to her chest, kind of rocking back and forth slightly.

Suddenly, without a word, she ROCKETED up and FLEW to the bathroom, slammed the door, and didn’t come out for 30 minutes. I turned the movie up, because I didn’t want her to hear me laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my cheeks.

She came out with a slightly gray pallor to her face, and she said ‘I am SOOOOOO sorry. I have NO idea what’s wrong with me. I’m so embarrassed; I can’t believe I keep running to your bathroom!!’

I gave her an Imodium AD, and she finally settled down and relaxed. Later on, she asked me again what I had made for dinner, because she had enjoyed it so much.

I calmly took her into the kitchen and showed her all the used MRE bags and packets in the trash can. After explaining to her that she had eaten roughly 9,000 calories of ‘Marine Corps Field Rations’ she turned stark white, looked at me incredulously, and said ‘I ate 9,000 calories of dehydrated food that was made 3 years ago?’ After I rogered, she grabbed her coat and keys, and took off without a word.

She called yesterday. It seems that she couldn’t shit for 5 days, and when she finally did, the smell was so bad, her roommate could smell it from down the hall.

She also said that she’d been working out nonstop to combat the high caloric intake, and that she never wanted me to cook dinner for her again, unless she was PERSONALLY there to inspect the food beforehand.

It was a fun date. She laughed about it eventually and said that was the first time she’d ever crapped in a guy’s house on a date. She’d been so upset by it, she’d been in tears in the bathroom, while I’d been in tears on the couch.

I know…I’m a jerk, but I think it was still a funny experience.

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What are you A crack pot or something?

Posted on March 22, 2011 by ThePeachy1 in Peachy Advice, The Peachy Tree

I have been called many things in my life.  ahem be nice people, LOL,  crack pot is one of the nicer things yes.

So when a good friend of mine sent me an email saying, “you are my crack pot”  I laughed and then read it.  I was shocked it was a very old parable that I some how had not read.  How could I have missed this?    I have been lucky and as I have come to find that you people are also my cracked pots, I value each of you.

from my friend Gail who does not blog-

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An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full..
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water..
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
‘I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.’
The old woman smiled, ‘Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?’
‘That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.’
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.
Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.’
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.

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I love you Gail, and I love each of you cracked pots.

xo


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