I am losing my mind. Actually I think it is already lost!! This week is spring break at my house. Gone are the quiet peaceful days. The kids are home raising hell and they are driving me insane. They bitch, moan, and bicker almost non-stop over nit picky things like whose turn it is to play the Playstation 2 or the Wii. I am so close to hurling both game systems out the big picture window in my living room that it isn‘t funny. Unfortunately, they serve a purpose and keep the kids entertained and out of my hair. I realize that I am going to have to plan some stimulating activities to mix it up so their brains aren’t mush when it is finally time to go back to school. The sad part is, they are used to having an adult structure their days and are completely clueless how to occupy themselves which just adds more to my list of things to do.
If that isn’t bad enough, I signed on to blog from A to Z through the month of April and for daily blogging with NaBloPoMo. Am I crazy?? Can I do it?? When you get down to brass tacks, I probably can. I did post every single day of March and lived to tell about it. I will just have to put my mind to the task and do it one day at a time. If it was easy, it wouldn’t be called a challenge. So away I go!!
I have always been a few sandwiches short of a picnic basket, but on April Fool’s day I began to think I had bit off more than I can chew. I hadn’t really figured spring break into the equation. I panicked, hyperventilated, had a bout of diarrhea, and in the end did the best I could.
Easter is at the end of this week, and although all the goodies are bought and at the ready for the Easter bunny’s visit, I still have to search the attic for plastic eggs and decorations. Between the laundry, dirty dishes, decorations, screaming kids, and barking dogs I don’t know whether to wind my a$$ or my watch. If you see my brains lying about, send them back to me! You will find me somewhere between lost and found until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
When I was growing up my mom would always fix creamed eggs on toast for breakfast on Easter Sunday. We would have our fun coloring eggs Saturday, and then she would make creamed eggs on toast for breakfast and deviled eggs for dinner as an effort to use them up. It was a tradition that my Dad carried on after my mom was gone, and I carry on to this day.
1 dozen hard boiledeggs 4 cups of thin white sauce consisting of: Butter, milk, and flour Salt and Pepper
Peel Easter eggs and place in bowl. With a hand chopper or food processor chop eggs into little pieces then set aside.
In a large sauce pan melt 3 TBSP margarine. Add 2 TBSP of flour and stir until blended. Slowly add milk, stirring continuously until sauce is smooth.
Add chopped eggs into sauce and blend well. Salt and pepper to taste. Serve creamed eggs on toast.
Is there really anything in the world that is better thanchocolate? This time of year visions of chocolate bunnies hop about in my head. Many will argue that marshmallow Peeps and jelly beans are just as wonderful, but it is the hollow chocolate bunny that is the star of the Easter Basket.
Not to long ago I saw a picture on Face Book that perfectly represented the chocolate bunny’s plight this time of year. It showed two chocolate bunnies together talking. One complained that its butt hurt, and the other couldn’t hear. Why you ask? Some over eager soul had bitten off the one bunny’s butt, and someone else had nibbled off the other’s ears. I personally thought this was hilarious.
It got me thinking. At no other time of year could you see people willingly eating a bunny’s a$$. I mean gross, right? You tell anyone they are eating the hind end out of an animal and they are most likely to spit it right out. I would. You would never have people begging to devour the chicken’s a$$hole or a cow’s crotch.
Make those parts out of chocolate, and what one minute sounded nasty becomes doable in the next minute. I am just as guilty as the next person. I admit taking great delight in devouring countless chocolate bunnies over the years. I always save their candy eyeballs for last!! Every Easter we have all seen the Cadbury commercials where a lovely little bunny clucks away and then shoots Cadbury eggs out of its butt. People are literally biting at the bit to gobble those things up. It doesn’t matter if we seen it just come out of a bunny’s butt, it is chocolate and we are eating it!
The sad thing is, even though I have contemplated all of this…Easter will soon come and I will be inhaling my chocolate bunny regardless. What can I say? I love chocolate until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
