TSF:Meet The Ghost! 2

After centuries of waiting on a stair in my house, I was finally rewarded thanks to my great grandchildren.  As you probably know I was zapped by a Trash Compactor and trapped in a yellow transparent form that you call “yellow ghost” and I couldn't go to the Netherworld...

I didn't know what to do until an ancient recipe called Ambrosia was found, it was the only way for me to get another chance!

Now, to make Ambrosia, I needed a gardener to grow some life fruits (Tarra) and a fisher to catch some death fish (Andrew). The only people I knew were my great grandchildren so I looked after them to assure myself that they will help!

After two decades, fishing and gardening became just a hobby for the kids, but they still did their job.

It was Tuesday, Andrew just finished his Astronaut mission and he wanted to chill out by fishing in the middle of the night. He learned in a fishing book that you can find deathfish in the Cemetery, so he went there.  After he arrived, prepared all the fishing gear, he started fishing, after four hours of nothing he fell asleep. In the morning he found out that he caught three deathfish in one line.

Tara is a very talented painter, also she has a very large garden with some special yet unknown plants. In the same night, they started to grow. When Andrew arrived home with the fresh caught deathfish, Tara was already harvesting those mouthwatering life fruits.

Everything was ready so they took my urn to the science lab to make my ghost form less.. well, less nocturnal. That way I can roam the town all the time.

Said and done, I was a living ghost waking in the daylight. We arrived home, I ran straight to the kitchen and started to make the Ambrosia. I was very curious about how it looks and of course the taste!

This time I was very patient, I knew that I've done it, finally my mission is completed!

The Ambrosia was finally ready, it looked so fantastic...quite magical!

The moment had finally come! I didn't feel the taste at first, but the aroma in my mouth started to be sweet then salty, after that I felt the heat from the oven and the cold wind coming from the open window. I got of the chair, and I started to shake. By shaking I started to feel pain, lighting coming out of me then colorful lights, like puzzles, started to appear flying directly in me. I raised up to the ceiling and fell off,  hitting my head... The next day I woke up in a bed as me, as human. My skin, I could feel and touch everything again, was so amazing!

In that day I made a big meal for my family, the best recipes in the world. After that, I started to workout, hire myself back to the Bistro. Life is so perfect!  Now what?

TSF:Meet The Handy Man and The Insane!

Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, the girls from Sunset Valley are starring at the window waiting for the topless guy who jogs in the morning, well he is Andrew, the neighborhood's handy man. Of course, he has a job, he works for the military and in his freetime he goes fishing!

We don't call him the handy man just because he repairs broken stuff. You see, nature gave him the premium account, the honey from the Gods, everything: The well sculpted body, a face touched by an Angel, a no limit credit card, two sports cars, a beautiful model as wife and a child!

Andrew met a new girl at the public pool, one that gives free masages and likes to cook, plus, she wants a big family, the missing pieces in his life puzzle was finaly revealed. So, in one week he dumped his wife, married the new girl, added a sister for his son and his ex-wife is living under the same roof. The girls are best friends, Andrew is very happy to see his ex and his actual to work together in the kitchen. Also the
girls decided to help each other in parenting.

Every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday is a Tara day! The morning in these days starts with a good cup of coffe, of course when we talk about Tara, the coffe is made out of dirt, water and salt, left as a prank in the living room, on the table, in four decorated china mugs waiting for its victims also sometimes she leaves a pink, perfumed "Forgive me" card. And these are just the mornings!

Tuesday, Tara surfs on the stairs with the ironing table, serves pizza to paintings, takes the garden gnome to the bathroom and steals the neighbor's onions. Thursday, she parks the cars in secret locations, usualy that day Andrew and the rest of the family have to carpool, then she pillow fights the maid and pretends that she's a potato.

Saturday, she is Tisha the mermaid and atacks everybody who comes near the pool then she drinks all the milk she can find, opens a can of beans, then throws it in the Trash Compactor, she says that this is the way how she connects to Mother Nature and lets not forget that she is married to a Bichon Frise and she is the queen of Djibouti. The other days she works as a mad scientist, making experiments on herself sometimes on her boss, taking care of her garden, repairing the "broken" wall in her room and of course the happiest moments, she sleeps in the bushes, near the park.

Sunday everything gets normal. Andrew and his father go fishing, his sister takes a morning jog, his wife and ex-wife cook a big family dinner, Tara disconnects from the world and the kids draw on the walls. This is a normal week in The Szucs home, would You like to join?

TSF:Meet The Ghost!

 I can't Sleep...
 Waisting my endless time alone in the wolrd. Why am I still here?
 Hundreds of years have passed, my urn is full of dust, my wife and kids are dead and I can't meet them because of my eternal curse.
 A curse?

 You see I had a beautifull wife, five kids, a big house and the position of Five Star Chef. All my  life I stayed in the kitchen preaparing the finest cousine. I had the perfect life until I ruined it by fixing the trash compacter, it got stucked with my wife's garden gnome, I breaked it and wanted to eliminate evidence. I tried to repair it with a spoon and of course a second later I got zapped. Now I'm traped in the world in a yelow, transparent electric form and I can't go to Netherworld.
 The Netherworld?
 Yes, the paradise where all of us goes after they are done with their days but only the fulfilled ones can go!

 After decades of pain and loneliness, light has come to me,a chance to fix this, my great grandchild offered my urn for an experiment at the Science Lab, they thought that they can play with the dead, turn them back to life. It worked!? Grim Reaper must be very angry, good friend though. I was alive again but, experiment is experiment so I was a live electric ghost. Interesting ha? Well, the time was limited. 30 days of life. My mission was a sacred but yet not forgoten God's recepy named Ambrosia wich I never had the chance to cook! The problem is that I needed a fisher to catch a dead fish and a gardener to harvest life fruits.

 Days passed and no progress.I forgot about my task, so happy to be in a big kitchen, my family is really rich now, I cooked over six diferent type of dishes every day, the family was very happy to have me. Later I started to think that i will never complete my task until two great grandchildren where borned. Andrew and Tara, my only chance for my endless paradise. I had 10 days left so I preserved myself until the kids grow up.

 Will they learn those skills? Will they help me? These are the questions eating all my dear memories. This is the only chance for my happy ending!

Since I preserved my last days I can only come out after the Sun goes down and do small changes, at least I can monitorise the children's progress.

TSF:Meet The Jock

Time never stops. I feel like my body gets older, day by day. An hourglass is glued to our heart, the sands of time covers my body in glitter...after the sands are washed by the water of life you get old, older and of course...end of existence.

I think that the body is like a Temple, you open the big doors to the world and you bring all kind of stuff inside. If you let those doors open to much, you neglect them...the hinges become rusty and the temple becomes vulnerable.

Since I was a child, my uncle was a very good cook, he made me all kind of deserts like cookies, pudding, cakes and other delicious sweet bakes. I still remember that warm kitchen with that cinamon smell, the sugar powder all streched on the counters and that fresh cold milk in those big bottles.

When I became a teenager, I saw this guy named Josh, a build up football player...a mother hugger, he called me fatty!
In that day I bought a fitness outfit and took a walk in the city. That wasn't enough, next week a started to jog, after that I took a class of cardio. Later I was gold member to three gim clubs. Now in my adulthood, I have a gold, hot body and I'm a League MVP. Oh, and that Josh, I was talking about, yeah he's a bald fat guy with no money! In his face!
Never call a lady fatty!

My point is that health is not expensive. If you wanna live longer, have a beautiful smile and of course a perfect, atractive body - Go out! Walk, jogg, sign up to a sport like football, basketball, tennis, swimming or even dance! Go out, don't be afraid, life is short and you got to make it beautifull! 

Don't forget to love yourself, support yourself, make yourself invulnerable and the most important Be Positive and believe in yourself!

TSF:Meet The Artist

If you could paint your life on a piece of paper, what colors would you use?
Green and red, blue and pink or black and white?
The life of an artist is not easy : If you could steal the neighbor's  trash, put it on a table and imagine a lemon then you are an artist.

Sometimes when I leave the house to refill my inspiration, I see people on the street
and imagine that all of them are paintings. When I look at a child, I see a growing flower.
When I look at my maid, I see her as a mouth-watering red apple. When I see my mom, in her eyes I imagine
a perfect red rose, her body...lets not go that far!

Paintings are pictures taken in the "World of Imagination".
You have to be a bit mad to be an artist , like killing a kitten and using the blood for the perfect red or using
your poop for the perfect brown.

I'm not trying to scare you. This is what an artist thinks and sees the world with his eyes.
We think that this is normal and you are mentaly challenged!

TSF:Meet The Star!

Can You feel the music in your hearth? I feel every beat!

Life is like a noise waiting it's creator to drop some tones. As you grow, that noise becomes music just choose the right path!

My father once told me "The Guitar is like a spoon, if you hand it well then the rest goes well too!

 There is no talent! We are all the same, everything you touch and feel can be yours!
 If you want to sing, dance or cook, you really want that, then you have this so called "talent".
 When I was little, playing with the neighbor's kid hide and seek, I found a ticket to a concert, the Soulless Teddy Bear  was singing and I took the chance.
 That concert changed my life. When I saw that guy with this awesome black guitar in his hands, jamming like an animal, the fans where excited, screaming for more, I almost peed my self. That night I said "I want this!"

The next week I bought a guitar from a family friend, it was older than my grand-grandmother's grand-grandfather's sister's cousin's roommate's grandfather but music never ages!
I was very interested, I learned the cords from the internet, I downloaded some easy guitar songs to exercise.
Ten years later my music career starts. My High School principle asked me to sing a couple of songs for the
Summer Prom. I accepted and got up on that stage, I saw all those people staring at me, waiting for something to happen and then I closed my eyes and rocked like nobody ever did!
It was a memorable day.

After that it was easy. Friends where asking me to sing for their home parties, collage parties and later I signed a contract with the local theater. My albums where well sold, my manager did his job very well.
Then I got married with a girl, she was my number one fan, and had a boy.
In my last years I was teaching other kids how to handle a guitar, I made a recording studio for future singers.
 My life was perfect, still I'm sorry I didn't have time for my family. I hope they will forgive me!

TSF:Meet The Chef!

 I always tell myself that life is short, be happy, be a good person and think positive. 

When I was young I preferred to stay in the kitchen inventing deserts probably because we lived

far away from the big city and I didn't have any friends besides my fish, Donut, and my dog, Pudding.

 My parents were always busy with the farm and I had to cook for myself and even for them sometimes. They were proud!

  Later, in my teen years, I started to have an obsession on cooking.

I bought cook books to learn new recipes  and my TV was always on, there was a cooking channel called CookieTV.

Until I reached adulthood I created over 30 modern recipes and won over 10 competitions for the best boiled egg.

When I started to be on my own I moved in the heart of the city and took a job at a prestigious Bistro as a dish washer of course the promotions came fast,

money was not a problem, I was well paid plus I had all kinds of opportunities like

catering or cooking contests. 

I didn't have time for a family until a became the Five-Star Chef in town. 

 

 Later I got married with a beautiful woman and made 5 little boys.

As elder I was a bit disappointed because of my children...they hate to cook!

They always said "Father you are a chef, you cook, that's your job!" True, probably they are saying this now because I never let them in the kitchen.

 

 My end was fast and painless. It was a sunny Sunday, all my boys came home that day each with their wife and child, I was in my kitchen making for them the best

Key Lime Pie and suddenly my trash compacter got stuck, I tried to fix it with a cleaned spoon, the oven timer stop announcing me that the pie is ready,

a second later I died from electrocution. Still that Key Lime Pie was perfectly cooked!