This came about because of my new friend Georgia Little Pea from Austrailia. You see when we met her, we had some questions about the meaning of some of the words they use and her typest graciously wrote a whole blog entry about the fun new words.
My favorite words were Brekkie which Georgia's typest explained first thing in the blog and My Vickies favorite words were "Bonza Sheila" (I think she just liked being called a bonza sheila... and this is why:
The Meaning Of "Bonza Sheila" we found on the net
Q: What is a Bonza Sheila??
A: Bonza Sheila is Australian slang for a wonderful girl.
adjective:- great, excellent
So anyway, My Vickie decides that I should get a Brekkie this morning and she wanted to make something that she would like too, so she gathered some eggs, a tiny bit of onions. (I know, I am not supposed to eat onions so they were only on her side) some sliced turkey, tomatoes and cheese. She was gonna "Cook" a Brekkie for us.
Now this is scary because, My Vickie cannot, I say cannot and should not, be allowed to cook. Even when she was married she was such a bad cook that she had to always call her mother to walk her through, "how to cook roast and potatoes"
Well, she cracks open those eggs into a frying pan. After she picks out the pieces of shell that broke into the eggs, she stirred them vigorously, used a little salt and pepper, then sat back and waited for the eggs to cook.
We waited for 15 minutes and nothing happened. She would walk up to the oven with her little black spatula and try to see if the eggs were getting gelled or something but they just stayed runny.
It was another 5 minutes before My Vickie discovered she had not turned the burner on. Mmmmmmm
Then it took her another 10 minutes to realize that the reason the eggs were not cooking even now, was that she had turned on the back burner and not the front burner where the frying pan was.
Eventually she added the turkey, tomatoes and cheese and when she finally finished, it really did look kind of tasty. Just maybe this Brekkie thing might work out. Uh Huh.....
That is until we tasted it....
Have you ever eaten rubber before?
I honestly think that rubber would have tasted better. And it probably wouldn't have made me feel like lying down and not moving for an hour.
Thank goodness you can buy nutritious pre-cooked food for us fourlegged ones in the stor. Otherwise I would starve or die of food poisoning.
One final thing. I, like some of my bloggy friends have had trouble making comments on some pages. For instance, I cannot tell "Just Me, Meeka" how beautiful she is or "Sagira" Cheeshounds" Mattie of Matties journal, or "Bailey Be Good" how much I enjoy reading abou them.
I finally figured that if the comment section looks like the one in the picture above, well I just can't leave a comment.
If it looks like this one, with Name/URL or Anonymous, then I can leave a message. does anyone know if I can make the changes or does it have to be done by each individual blogger.
what ever, I just want those of you who I can't leave a comment on, that I still follow you...and enjoy reading about your lives sooo much.