Karma - I Truly Believe but I Believe in Ice Cream, Too!

What goes around comes around? Universal balance? Sounds good to me.

Cat karma: I will never understand the cat species. Cat's own personal water bowl contains water sans green slimy stuff, bugs, and other detritus but the big white porcelain bowl is more appealing. This happens even when Cat knows he will get in trouble for jumping on said porcelain beast and leaving his dirty paw prints all over the seat. Yeah, I know. I could leave the lid down but.....let's not go there!

From the cat's perspective, he makes his own karma. I'm starting to become frightened of my cat. It's best not to anger him as my neighbor has been looking for a missing cat.....


Hum....it appears my cat found it, looked at it, and turned it to stone. OOPS!

Ha!

I'm so sorry about that. It was lame but it's hot here and my brains are fried.

Speaking of neighbors, one of them called last week and asked that I keep fat furry beast inside as she has baby wrens in her garage. Well, um, yeah, right. My cat is too old to catch anything unless he has help. Maybe I should ask that her birds not come over here and poop on me when I'm working in the yard or maybe she could make her owls be quiet when we're trying to sleep. Sheesh! Neighbors.


Driving karma: A teenage driver, obviously enjoying the first few days of freedom from school, makes a left turn in front of me, failing to yield. No collision occurred but I don't think he had a clue. I'm not sure my horn made it thru the teenage boy's think noggin. Afterall, he was coming from the swim center where the females of the species were walking around in swimming attire. I'm sure he was very focused on driving. Uh huh. Maybe he's forgotten everything he learned or didn't learn in driver's training. See this post, for a satirical outlook of my experience with drivers in training.

Back to the karma: A few minutes later, I stupidly end up in the wrong lane and have to drive assertively to get over and then I do a horrible job of parking at the gym where I work on Monday mornings. SIGH!

Here's one that's a little hard to do sometimes. When you're angry, changing your thoughts to something positive and then all of a sudden finding yourself doing something nice for someone for no reason at all.

Wait! WHO AM I KIDDING?

Actually, that really did happen. Well, at least once that I can remember, and it's better than trying to find yet another place to bury a body.

Um, sorry, again. That was my evil twin. Really, there are no bodies. I promise.

OK! It's time to sweeten things up around here. It's starting to warm up and this reminds me of when we first moved into this neighborhood. The popular gathering was an "Ice Cream Social". Bring your favorite homemade ice cream or tub of Blue Bell (more about Blue Bell when the HDBC tour comes to Cowtown). Hubby and I are thinking Coffee or Cinnamon Ice Cream or maybe even plain old Chocolate or Vanilla. I have an uncle who used to make vanilla ice cream at the family get together. Yum!

I was a little....er...disappointed at our first neighborhood function. The big thing was "Bubble Gum" ice cream. ICK! Have you ever tried it? It's made with Big Red soda pop and supposedly tastes like bubble gum. To me, it's absolutely nasty.

Now it's your turn. Tell me a good karma story and your favorite ice cream, homemade or whatever.

Photo credit: stone kitty: ReformingGeek, feel free to photoshop it to death and send it around the Internet in email