“Just Roll with It” Serving up Recipes and Humor

Hello everyone! Sorry I didn’t have a story for y’all last week—I was so busy and just couldn’t get it done. I know everyone was busy with Easter.
I know y’all know how I love to talk about funerals and how I would love to work at the funeral home. Well, I have done something… I joined the hearse club on Facebook. I know y’all think I’m crazy, but I love looking at all those old ones, and someone even has one fixed up like Ghostbusters. I had to get that off my chest.
I finally pinned my son down—the one that wanted me to find a closer cemetery. I asked him where he would want me to be buried, and he said, “Mom, you can be buried anywhere you want.” This made me happy, but all I could think of was when I die, he will do what he wants. I guess it don’t really matter—I won’t know about it. I still think he will cremate me and get on the next airplane to a fancy vacation getaway. He mentioned wanting to go to Scotland.
Enough about all that—let me move on.
I was sitting out by the side of the highway on election day holding a sign for my candidate. I was actually on a sidewalk and looked down, and lo and behold, here comes a snake right toward me!! I jumped up out of my chair and started dancing and screaming. If I had not seen it, it would have gone right over the top of my foot. That would have been the day Sheri Hopkins died of a heart attack—it scared me so bad they could hear me screaming all over town.
I’m not as bad as my mom. She was scared of everything—storms, water, stray dogs, us kids getting kidnapped and knocked in the head. I mean, when a thunderstorm came through, she would be petrified. My dad, his calm, sweet self, would walk out on the front porch, then come back in and say, “It’s going around us.” My mom would yell, “We are going to get blown away one of these days because of you saying it’s going around!”
We could never get in deep water because we would surely drown. She was serious. So I made up my mind when I had kids, they would be able to swim, and they could get in the deep water.
We could never pet a stray dog because they either had rabies—and if they were to bite us, we would die—or they had the mange. I mean, how many dogs really had rabies?? The only time I ever saw anyone get rabies from a dog was on Gunsmoke, and then they tied the person to a post so they couldn’t hurt anyone.
If we went anywhere at night, we had to be so careful because someone could knock us in the head and kidnap us. These were the ’70s and ’80s—I don’t remember a whole lot of people being knocked in the head. We lived a sheltered life, but we did sneak and do some stuff we were not supposed to… but I’m not telling all that.
CARROT CAKE POKE CAKE
1 box of carrot cake mix plus the ingredients to make it according to box
2 3.4 oz. boxes of instant cheesecake pudding
3 cups cold milk
16 oz. of Cool Whip
1 cup pecans or walnuts chopped
Caramel sauce (ice cream topping will work)
Prepare your carrot cake mix according to the box directions, poke holes all over the cake with a wooden spoon. In a medium bowl, whip together the cheesecake pudding and the milk until thickened but still pourable. Spread over the cooled cake. Chill until the pudding sets. Then add the whipped topping on top of the pudding layer. Drizzle with caramel topping and sprinkle with nuts on top and enjoy. Keep in the refrigerator.