Nonetheless no one would touch my Spotted Dick with a ten foot pole!
This is a REAL food they eat in the UK – it’s not
a joke and I was not trying to offend anyone. It’s a sponge pudding made with dried fruits and served with custard. Heinz sells it in cans. If you don’t
believe me “Google” it for yourself. The PJ Blog has a picture of homemade Spotted Dick Suet Pod, that is made with a pillowcase I believe.
We need to broaden our horizons here people. In other countries people eat different foods. I know what visual goes through your corrupted American minds when you hear “Spotted Dick” (because I also have a corrupted American mind) and I can understand if you don’t want to admit that you’ve eaten it, but give Spotted Dick a chance for crying out loud! ( I will drive to McDonald’s now and buy you all Happy Meal’s to calm you down.)
Yesterday my husband sent me an e-mail to tell me that my cell phone was not working, calls were going directly to voice mail. I drove to the US Cell office in my town and asked the nice gentlemen behind the counter to fix it. He removed the battery and then put it back in. My phone then came to life with beeps and flashes from all the calls and Tweets I had missed though out the day. Did I mention that all he did to fix it was to remove and reinsert the battery? Yeah, why didn’t I think of that?! And in case you didn’t know
this, I am telepathic and I could read the nice man’s mind as I walked away, “Why do we sell smartphones to stupid people?!” Just a few months ago we went to get new“flip-phones” (no lie) and walked out with these technological wonders. It took me three days just to figure out how to answer the dam thing.
Siblings in the News
Yesterday my son’s picture appeared in the Monticello Express Newspaper, AGAIN. This is like the third time in a year. He is an adorable little boy with beautiful blonde hair and sparking blue eyes. The camera, and the photographers behind them, love him. My daughter was not so pleased as she has not appeared in the paper at all. I told her a story to make her feel better.
When I was 14 and my baby sister was 2, I was in an ice-fishing tournament with my uncle Randy. My parents showed up with my little sister all bundled up in her snowsuit, I think it was blue. I left to take a pee and my mother gave my fishing pole to my little sister to hold while I was gone. I’ll b damned if a photographer didn’t show up and take her picture, sitting on the dck in her stupid little snow suit, holding my pole. The next day it was in the Telegraph Herald Newspaper and my mother framed it and hung it in the dining room. I had to look at that stupid picture for years! I was pissed. I’m not really sure what the moral of the story is. By the time I was done telling my daughter about it, I was as mad as she was!
Do something crazy today passengers and maybe YOU can be in the newspaper! Or maybe have some Spotted Dick for lunch, they say you can't beat it. (Sorry, I couldn't resist!)