Don't know what the problem is!

But my blog is messed up! Things are missing, things are in the wrong places...

Am about ready to ditch the whole thing and start over somewhere else.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....................... 

Sad News

Sad news... Please join me in remembering a great icon of the

entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a

yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly.

He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of

celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth,

Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess

Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt

Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who

Never knew how much he was kneaded.


Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with

turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his

dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still

was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.


Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough

and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his

elderly father, Pop Tart.


The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.


If this made you smile for even a brief second, please rise to the

occasion and take the time to pass it on and share that smile with

someone else who may be having a crumbly day and kneads it.

 

Waffle House RULES !

Those of you in the south or who have traveled in the south, are familiar with the Waffle House restaurants scattered all along the perimeter of Interstate Highways and elsewhere.

They're the ones where you sit just across the counter from the cooking area, where you can watch every move the cook & servers make. The one unique attribute of the Waffle House is the servers don't give your order ticket to the cook, they toe a line and CALL OUT your order. The cook has a shorthand system for remembering the order, placing tiny bits of different foods & condiments on a plate as the order is called out.

My beloved son-in-law was the manager of a local Waffle House for many years, in the 1990's. My daughter (his wife) worked there too, in fact, that's where they met.
Eventually, they gave it up for other diverse careers.

Fast forward a few years, I went to work in a different local WH. I was there for a couple of years and it was quite an experience! I think everyone should be required to work in one at some point in their life. Restaurant work will definitely bring a shy person out of their shell, giving many lessons in patience, caring, working efficiently, getting along with difficult people, and all that jazz.
But the Waffle House just has its own unique 'flavor' of work experience.

I've been gone from there for about 6 years now, but still occasionally go back for a visit, to catch up with old friends & acquaintances.

Four years ago, my youngest daughter went to work at the first mentioned WH , part-time. Today, she is the Manager of the WH where I used to work, and is being trained to move on up to District Manager's position which she is already 'acting' manager of! And she did it all on her own with no help from family.
I'm very proud of the girl, she's really worked very hard and done something positive with her life.

But the point of this post isn't to brag about my girl, much as I enjoy doing that : )
It's to share with you my fondest memory of working there.

I had a friend who called the police 'bacon'. Everytime he'd see a police car, he'd do a little singsong like the dog on the TV commercial "I smell bacon . . . bacon, bacon, bacon."
He did it so much I picked the habit up and to this day still do the little singsong just out of fond memory of him.

One day, I was at work at the Waffle House, not a particularly busy day, a handful of customers scattered around the store, but I was moving around a bit cleaning & such. Everytime I glanced up through the huge windows, I'd see a different policecar close by. It was awesome, they were everywhere that day and I didn't know why. Of course, being a cut-up, I did the little sing-song each time I spotted another policecar.

Suddenly, our cook, exasperated & with sweatbeads on his face, wheeled around handing me a mountainous plate of cooked bacon saying "Here's all that bacon you've been calling out,
girl, I had a hard time keeping up with you but I managed to get it all cooked!"

After a few seconds of shock, every knee in the store hit the floor laughing hysterically






For some fun facts about the Waffle House, click here.

and thanks to my friend Wenchielostelf for this great bellylaugh that made my day! Check her out here, read her post towards the bottom of the page under the WaffleHouse picture

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY YA'LL!

THANK YOU FOR PROTECTING OUR FREEDOM