Know your kitchen conversions when you cook or bake cakes or mix drinks.


1c                  8oz                             16 tbps                             48tsp                          237ml

3/4c             6oz                              12tbps                              36tsp                         177ml

2/3c             5oz                              11tbps                              32tsp                          158ml

1/2c              4oz                              8tbsp                               24tsp                          118ml

1/3c              3oz                              5tbsp                               16tsp                           79ml

1/4c               2oz                             4tbsp                               12tsp                           59ml

1/8c               1oz                              2tbsp                               6tsp                             30ml

1/16c              1/2oz                          1tbsp                                3tsp                             15ml

Now lets get cooking.





In the quiet of the early morning Cleveland’s eyes sprang open. He lay there collecting himself for seconds then sat-up getting off the bench he spent the last Twenty-seven days. Healing with the aid of Sarophia. The four-year old child.

TODAY HE WOULD TAKE THE GIRL TO THE CITY. Take her to the HOT WHITE. In his heart this would save for


Cleveland knew without these three main things we as HUMANS can not exist. He would tell people Bees and Bats are nothing to be afraid of, bees & bats give you life, without bees and bats we will get sick and die. They both spread the seed of life.

Cleveland told Sarophia the facts about bees and bats and that they do not want to hurt her, [he had to], she turned into a mad screaming banshee when she disturbed a sleeping bat, putting the fear of hell run through Cleveland’s resting soul.  He jump up ready to kill anything that moved.  Only thing moving was the crying child and a frantic bat needing to escape.  Once he calmed the child down it was not long before the bat vanished out of sight and all was quiet.

Little girl you and me, we are having a talk, Cleve here is going to tell you a story about BEES & BATS then we can fix something to eat, i’ll let you poke at the frying eggs if you think you can do it without burning yourself. So what are you going to do stand there and cry like a baby or listen to my story about the bats and bees while we eat. Sarophia gave a nod of her small head. Her hair hung in long ringlets-curls,  leaving little to see of her face.

Cleveland was feeling not so bad and is happy of it. He feels like he could chop a tree or one good core of wood.  He looked at the little girl telling her she should tie her hair back out of her face before he would let her near the pot-belly stove.  Sure she nag a little about it but gave into the helping cook scenario.

She was having trouble do this kind of tie, it was behind her head and she just learned to tie her shoes, but that is in front of her.   Giddy,  watching the child’s fair attempts,  to do this, Cleveland tied the string then handed her a fork saying. Think you can hold this without poking your eyes out. Then he laughed.  Sarophia looked pretty with her hair off her face. She took the fork and giggled as he cracked an egg into the skittle. He told her to, go on, poke that yoke and stir it up while i tell you about the BEES & BATS.  Sarophia was delighted and this delight was aglow her face.  She shone brilliant as she poked at the yolks in the eggs. All three of them.

Cleveland started his story to her as he stood on the opposite side of the small wood stove browning two pieces of bread into toast. He would brown two more.  He told her why creatures are made small in size,  compared to her big size, because flowers are small if we stood on them the flower would die. These small things land on the flower spread pollen which makes more life plus . . .Bees and bats don’t hurt us unless we hurt them. That if people do not want to be bothered you can’t wash with any soap that smells like flowers. No perfume and smelly stuff in your hair. Then they think you are a flower and come see for themselves.  You have to stink and they won’t bother you. Then he said . . .And little girl,  you stink. Then laughed.  Sarophia giggled out a brightness as she rocked back and forth on her feet telling him she didn’t stink. They had fun. Sarophia was forgetting all her fears, she was warming up to this man who saved her from the root-celler she would still be,  if Cleveland  would have died 27 days ago.   She felt safe right now with this man.

She understood that her mother was one of hundreds to die in their town.  But this man didn’t, he was different. Plus, he never hurt her giving her cause to hide in fear of him for her life.  But he did tease her a lot, she thought ,  just like Jimmy Pear used to,  every time they play together. Except Jimmy would always tell her that she had a face on her like a can of worms. They would both laugh. She liked Cleveland now,  he was getting used to her and her cry-baby ways saying all girls are cry-babies anyway not like boys.  By the time the eggs and toast was cooked and put on two plates he ended his story of bees and bats saying.

Don’t eat bat shit and you won’t get sick, see, if you would use your head instead of all that whining and crying you would learn important things, then he slid one of the hot plates over to her telling her to eat it all and take that honey and put a scoop of it on the side of her dish and stick the egg and toast in it. He told her.  Hurry and eat while it’s hot-it’s better for you that way, listen to what i say little girl and Cleve teach you something. Then he laughed. She laughed too calling him silly. Then he asked her how to spell her name and told her when she finishes eating to wash her face with the cloth and show him how smart she is dancing the bee dance. Cleveland  watched her small body move about like a busy bee,  he watched as she mapped out directions and distance with her steps not missing a beat.  Then  they went through the steps buzzing together,  step for step wagging their rumps hands stretched out high,  waving in a frenzy. When they were finished clapping at each other’s performance,  he told her she had to change her cloths and  tossed her some rags and told her to get dressed, they are going to the big city. The only thing she said was,  Black and yellow?   Come on we are running out of time, he said. People just don’t understand just how important time is. Now go on . . .Get these on and don’t start that crying. When she came back to Cleveland dress as told he burst out laughter, she looked like a tiny black and yellow jail-bird.

Sarophia stood with her small hands on her hips. Not funny! She said.

Time was passing.  They needed to be in town well before high-noon just to prepare for this WAR. And only,  time will tell should his plan work. Cleveland loaded the hives in the back of his truck placing and tieing down a strong tarp getting ready for the long drive to the city.



Well where did i hide you now    

Scratching around everywhere hoping to find you but running out of time.  Disillusions of memories start breaking apart leaving you behind running out of time.  

Turn around run around once again.

Turn around once around again.

I found CHRISTMAS     i found JOY    i found baseballs  i found toys. I found memories  but not you, telling myself this, will have to do but  painted pictures, fade to black  running out of time .

Turn around run around once again    

Turn around once around again

It was sunrise    now it’s dusk    I found creepy stuff i wouldn’t touch I chewed on this one but thoughts of you kept coming back.

Turn around  sniff the ground turn around run around where did i hide you    i can’t find you    out of time     gotta-go turn once around turn around once again     give it a good sniff    stop for a short piss but Disillusions left behind will come again.

Turn around once around turn around once again

Disillusion breaking memories fade apart  start again  get up go  sniff around turn around where did i hide you where’d you go.


 I’m gonna howl at the moon all night



Apparently here in THEDOGHOUSE we don’t take things as seriously as we should, to busy with rolling in the grass and sniffing each others ass, we have it made.  But when the food runs out.

  1. That is when things are pretty apparent, or should be. Life is easier sniffing the ground. To run around.  Keeping busy. Laughing in my mind, having a great time. But when the food runs out. But when the food runs out.

Things are pretty apparent when a child is standing,  the rain,  to fly a kite. He doesn’t understand why,  no one runs and  plays. But he still wants the kite to fly. In the rain coming down on his head. In the rain.

Things are pretty apparent when the child walks off to play, on his own  head down dragging  kite.  Calling,  come and run [come and run] come and run [ come and run]  fly the kite.

But when the food runs out [all the food runs out] things are pretty apparent when you keep life out. I sniff the ground. Know who is around. Things are pretty apparent when

Things are pretty apparent when

Things are pretty apparent when.

Things are pretty apparent when.  The food runs out,  apparently,  the food runs out pretty apparent.  nothing is flying. And it’s raining. Child is standing. Holding his kite.  Holding it tight.  Fly away kite.   Fly away kite.

Things are pretty apparent when. THINGS ARE APPARENT WHEN Things are apparent when.

This was inspired by an actual child

being the dog that i am

i left him standing in the rain

with his kite

he would not understand

windless rainy day

he stayed out  walked his kite it would not fly.

Things are pretty apparent when. Walked his kite it would not fly he stayed outside.

hope this is to your likings. Sorry there is no sound, acoustic amplified strumming and a voice.






Dogs of all kind LOVE to chew on things, It is good for their teeth.


Some bones are not good for dogs but dogs do not know this . . .They love to chew on bones, the problem is that some times the bones will cause slivers and this may lead to CANCER in the dogs stomach. I know this because my dog doctor told me so, no more bones for me. Bow-wow. T-bone are fine for dogs to chew on . . .But my master does not eat t-bone steaks. woof-woof,  growl,  snarl, bark.



Some school children and their parents are in bad situations where the family misuses money in a bad way.

Some school children are sent to school with nothing but a DRY BAG OF NOODLES. WHY?

I will tell you why . . .Some parents are home smoking crack and other drugs and drinking and having a blast. WHY?  Why are some parents doing these nasty habit things . . .They are not happy. They are lost in their own little world of, [my parents were no good to me, so].  They are DEPRESSED and can not find any care in them for others including their own children.  SAD . . .And SHAME, shame shame . . .

People wonder about children and ask the same questions as to why they act the way they act . . .You have no idea as to,  how many people,  in this world of ours,  has no clue,  as to why these children grow out of control.  You have no idea, as to how many people put the blame on these children, expecting the children to know better . . .Better than what? Their past-out parents/parent on the couch or floor or still locked in their bedrooms and won’t come out for days?  Who should these school children follow example by?

Some school children and parents need help . . .When i worked at the school, one child was always caught eating out of the garbage. Until i seen with my own eyes . . .This made me cry in my heart and i made sure the child always had left over, un bought food,  from in the cafeteria where i at the time worked.

It hurts how some school children have to live and grow with uncaring parents/parent, because everyone looks at the child and blames them.






Perch, Ronnie Shane and Jeff were some what good friends. They drank in the same bars when not driving with a convoy of truckers. These three men stuck together all the time. Now here they were coming to a rest in Avonmore at this fabulous food eating joint. This restaurant is the first stop  the convoy is schedule to take before the long drive reaching Quebec and unloading the same night.   So rest up boys, well deserved.

it was close to twelve noon when the convoy of trucks,  came to a stop in the small town of Avonmore . . .They were on their way to deliver a big corporation company across the country. And right now the men were starving, tired, needing to go to the bathroom, numb bums and just wanted to get out of the tucks and stretch their legs.

In the one truck there were three men who made this trip several times before, always stopping here at this dinner. Ronnie Shane was the driver of these three. He weighed a good 235 lbs. he stood about six-foot-two.  Perch Bard two hundred and forty pounds, big as an ox . . .Leaving Jeff Bruce. 165 pounds and stood five-eight, he was their wild cat. Nutty as a tree top.

These three friends worked, moving family’s all over Canada for the last six and one half years, together, always stopping here.  Now here they are again,  this time with thirty other men, all wanting eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice, slices of tomatoes, one lettuce leaf, and three wedges of an orange. of course some of the men were allowed up to two beers. Should a driver be caught drinking beer he would be let go right there at the dinner.  Ronnie would be responsible for this weeding of rule breakers. So far up to this day no man ever stood against him. None dared.

That their big rig was the last to pull in, the three men were not out of their truck and across the road with the 30 other men, who would be served first,  making the wait for their food order to come last. No bother though, these guys often ate last, but for several reasons.

  • Allowing the other men a longer break.
  • Lagging behind making sure the convoy was safe and together.
  • And sitting in the truck debating a topic of choise.

Sometimes this little settlement took five to ten minutes. Perch never made the hungry tired men sit and wait, he made sure they knew to stop, get rest, eat, relax and be ready to leave when him, Jeff and Ronnie were finished. They were always last out of the parking-lot also making sure all the trucks were back on the road.

Right now Perch is trying to get Jeff and Ronnie to come to some sort of agreement because he could hardly wait for his special meal he always eats here. Noodles sitting in juicy Welsh rabbit and green beans . . .But here he is sitting and listening to Jeff prove to Ronnie, that the new sound system he put in the cab of the big transport can over justify the sound  putting out [WELCOME TO THE MACHINE-by PINK FLOYD]. And all three men, could clearly hear both speakers,  pouring out the loud music. And if you liked the song you would have Loved to hear it played in this truck, on these speakers and with these men.

While this was going on in Perches cab,  the thirty men started to cross over the road talking to each other,  funning jokes,  and blabbing about what each was going to sink their teeth into.  These men were hungry.

P.S . . .This happens to be the same caravan of trucks Cleveland came across when he went into the town to see just what Barb was talking about. Of course all he saw was empty trucks and found little Sarophia in a root cellar. everything else was red dust. No other life. He was glad of his bees, though, he Loved his bees.

But right now the hungry men were funning each other and glad to be standing, while Perch and the other two men were Still busy in the transport for now. Soon all the men were nearing each other and the road-way, ready to cross over and relax.  Jeff and Ronnie both climbed down out of the truck leaving Perch to hunt for his wallet. he is always looking for his wallet.

Hey . . .One of the men pointed  up to the sky . . .Look at all the white butterflies. all the men with=in ears shot,  looked towards the heavens. as other men questioned what was so important to stop the movement of the men in front of them.

Now all the men watched the sky . . .Hot white flutters lined with the softest touch of red hovered above them. All was quiet for moments, until  Ronnie broke the salients. What the Jesus.   Scores of these beings waited feet from their heads in the air.

Six razor-sharp teeth on top and six razor-sharp teeth on the bottom. A purity of red glow emanated from what seemed to be the center of this thing, and a freighting red deep in the back of the mouth, it body tapered down into a point. Two arms hung down stopping with three sharp claws, and the ends of these, were red balled tips. The whole body was about a foot long . . .Some of the men and Jeff did not agree to these being butterflies at all and said so. while still others,  made noise as to what they thought this was,  others did not care,  they were that hungry not to care.  Ronnie called out to the guys . .  .Okay get a move on boys . . .Get that food into ya’s, some of us work around here.

Seconds had passed when Perch finally found his wallet and started on his way,  out of the truck . . .That is when everything went red as hell and the most painstaking screech put all the men to the ground holding tight to their ears, happened. Perch let go og the handle and could see the men drop almost at the same time, and that is where they stayed. Perch yelped when a bang hit the other door of the cab. It was jeff.  Blood was running out from his left nostril.  Another flash and one more deafening screech. Jeff did his best to climb up into the cab, but not without the aid of Perch. The other men still screamed whilst doing their best to block out the noise and had no luck. Perch slammed close the door and gave a swirl of the volume button keeping his eyes shut tight. Jeff pulled out one ear-phone as blood trickled out and he crunched his body into a ball of the front seat. Perch started up the engine pulling on the clever making as much noise as he could, then fumbled putting his sun-glasses on, backing out of the parking shifting into drive and got out of there just as the third blast of red filled the sky and the deafening ear-splitting, drum killing screech, tore open life. Red whips of dust drifted up-wards and the men were no more and Perch drove like a son-of-a-gun to the big city, while Jeff slowly stopped any movement and just bled from his nose and ear. 

back on the edge of town,  Although Perch could not see it . . .A lone bee buzzed by as all life died.  Blood ran down out from Perch’s left ear.