April 10th Birthday and Chickens

The chickens laid multi-colored eggs this morning and no one knows who did it.

It could be Gertrude, could be Maud, could be Lola too.

Or did I start to celebrate April 10th a little bit too soon?  

Is that egg really yellow with a purple stripe,

and the other one pink and blue?

All I know is the champagne tastes good;

and the chickens think so too,

which is probably why the eggs they laid

are yellow, pink and blue. 

Greetings from Buzi and Me

Buzi and I would like to wish all of you a very happy and blessed Easter. Have a beautiful day. ~The Horse Pucky Queen

Gardens, Toddlers, and Horse Pucky

What in the hell is wrong with parents today? I 've gotta tell ya, some people take the cake.

Last year I won the garden contest in my neighborhood, so this year I plan on doing another bang up job with my gardening talents. I may not win, but I already have some sprouts, plants, and other perennials poking their heads through the soil. I plan on putting on a good show with additional annuals I want to plant the end of the month.

Enter two toddlers who like looking at Buzi (the cat) when whe suns herself in the window. Rather than staying on the sidewalk where toddlers belong, they tramp through my flower garden to get a closer view at Boo. What irks me are the parents who are standing right there allowing the rug rats to trample my perennials, crushing the delicate buds to smithereens.

After expressing my dissatisfaction to the numb skull parents, one of the parent's comment was, "But she only wants to get a closer look at the cat."  And I said, "So, have her look at the cat from the sidewalk." Trample. Trample.

Here's my plan. Tomorrow, when I'm at the barn, I'm going to bring home a bucket of fresh horse pucky and spread it in the garden. Let's see the little ba#%&$#% (darlings) walk through that and then go into their house on the nice white rug.  Mommy and Daddy will love it.   

Happy Spring!

 

Chocolate Shoes

Chocolate Shoes

There is a favorite spot where I shop on Pattonwood Drive, near Lake Ontario, called Encore Chocolates. My family members always request a box of home made chocolates for their birthdays from Encore.

Multitudinous selections of tasty, scrumptious home made, hand dipped chocolate with all the various fillings and toppings is mind boggling. Encore's lovely gift wrapping makes this a very special gift.

I was in the store one day and wondered why someone left their shoe on the counter, only to discover the shoe was made of chocolate.

The store owner told me a true story. A wealthy, eccentric gentleman comes into the store every two weeks and orders a dozen chocolate shoes. He gives the shoes as gifts to women he's either never met or sees occasionally; women who are bank tellers, waitresses, even women he meets on the street. His comment is, "It makes me feel good to see women smile in surprise when I give them their chocolate shoe,"

I'd be a little skeptical if it happened to me, until I saw the Encore Chocolates of Rochester label stuck to the cellophane wrap with a pretty ribbon attached. Plus I'm a soft-touch for good home made chocolate.

 My question is: If this guy stopped you on the street offering you a chocolate shoe. What would you do?

Stickers Suck

Snacking is one of my favorite sports. I try to be cognizant of eating nutritious snacks, so I have a bowl of fruit handy with apples and bananas. What I want to know is who puts those @#$? stickers on the fruit? It's not just one apple or one banana, it's all of them.

 I think whoever does this has some major psychosis going on. It's a global plot to turn us all into raving lunatics. There are some serious practical problems with this.

If you don't have long fingernails, you're doomed to eat the stickers along with the fruit. Have you ever tried just peeling off the sticker? Of course it doesn't come right off. By the time you're finished with your annoying sticker removal, you've gouged a hole in your apple or bruised you banana (no pun intended guys). I tell you it's a real pain in the posterior.

That's why I like my chocolate Teddy Grahams. No muss. No fuss. No sucky stickers.