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So I’m re-starting my Anna 101 Challenge – to read more, visit me HERE.
In keeping with true retro-modern fashion, we’ve just got a modern addition to our family…a Roomba which we call Melman. I named it of course. It’s little, it’s feisty and it really does clean up around the upstairs. Best part is the animals (all four of them), are not phased by it in the least. It’s like it’s a non-issue with them, other than it is apparently an ideal location (when charging), for Easton to lift the leg and christen, but oh well – you can’t have everything. It cleans well though and with as many four-leggeds as we have it has to be emptied and cleaned out regularly because we will one-day die of pet-hair inhalation…I just know it. Either way, it was an unexpected find on www.dodtracker.com and I’m very happy with it. It keeps the daily grind from being a huge headache and keeps the floors somewhat in check cleanliness wise. All in all, a good purchase and I recommend it. One day, I’ll by it a girlfriend (a Scooba), but first I need to finish the payments on Melman.
Read about my weekly awards to women who aren’t a size 3 HERE.
The Jim and I were at Ingles today doing some light grocery shopping when we noticed and odd character with one of the saddest looking mohawks I’ve ever seen. There was a huge matted front fin and then a choppy back matted fin. It was so sad and so sorry and he was in his 20s maybe which signals the reality that the 80s are indeed back fashion wise. The Jim called it a Fail-Hawk and I called it a Facocta-Hawk. Sadly, I didn’t have a camera with me. Shucks.
The Jim and I are always amazed at the amount of drug trafficking for prescription drugs, so when we saw this headline, we found it funny. I mean, whomever is writing for the Sevier County force is fast on their way to a Nobel prize for literature. Kudos!
If you haven’t read the it’s funny cause it’s true story about the man who promotes Sham-Wow and Slap-Chop (and I actually find his ads entertaining), you should read this, which was located by our friend Captain Blackhawk. However, there’s another pitch-man/inventor that we’d like to give some mad props to. Yes, we finally purchased something made and distributed by the man, the myth and legend, Ron Popeil. I had an amazing find at Ross Dress for Less and purchased the Ronco Rotisserie because we had thought about it in the past and Mrs. Overtlytrite indicated that even Mr. Overtlytrite thought it made some monster meat (and he can throw down where meat is concerned people – see past posts about meatfest, etc.). So I was happy to find an amazing deal even though I thought the Jim would freak out because I just brought another gadget into our home. Thankfully he was not, but he was a tad bit skeptical.
So yesterday, we unpacked the unit after procuring a full chicken from Food City, and watched the “instructional video” which just makes you wish you got a larger model. Still, it was good to acutally get a step-by-step, how-to and what-not-to-do perspective from the actual man who made the machine (yup, he does the low-budget DVD himself, gotta love that). Still, we were secure in knowing that we could do this and that the tag-line “set it and forget it” should not be taken literally. Believe me, they make sure you know that before using the rotisserie. Anyway, the Jim was left to set it and hopefully not regret it. He dressed the chicken, rubbed it with some burgundy beef (yeah, I know), dry-rub from Weber and let the machine do its thing.
About an hour or so later, the chicken was ready for eating. Our review…succulent and suprisingly moist and juicy. In fact, I think the Jim is a full believer in the power of Ronco now as we’ve already discussed the next meats that will grace that showtime rotisserie. Best part is that you can put the majority of the parts in the dishwasher, which totally rocks for sometimes lazy people like we are. In the end, we’re happy that we found and brought home this fine product and somewhat suprised that it works as good as it does.
I already know I’m going to get flamed on this but I have to talk about it. The Jim and I have an ongoing debate on what’s quality in terms of Depeche Mode. You see, he’s been a loyal follower since the early 80s (I think), and I only really started liking them after the frenzy over Violator calmed down. While I enjoyed, Strange Love (from Music for the Masses), and the singles that Violator produced, I wasn’t yet sold on this group. Until their album, Songs of Faith and Devotion. Then there was no turning back for me. The Jim and I debate the value of their music from the early 80s as I am a huge devotee of the SiriusXM channel First Wave (can’t live without it). First Wave plays a lot of older Depeche Mode including their single “Just Can’t Get Enough” from Speak and Spell and I find some of the younger stuff really annoyingly pop-y. I mean, it borders on perky. Perhaps, I’m just not willing to truly delve into the stuff before the 90s to uncover what the Jim remarks to be some very dark stuff indeed. I mean, I guess there was darkness back then but you put in that synth pop-sensibility and it kinda loses some cred for me. I however, prefer how they’ve developed sonically into a very complex and darkly rich sound that for me started with the first listen of One Caress (I mean come on now, that’s just sonically sensual folks). When I was growing up, I was definitely not a goth but I suppose I do like some of the darker sounds and sensibilities more than I enjoy bubble gum (and believe me, when I was a tween/teen, I loved my share of bubble gum), however as an adult I find that I can’t fully embrace some of the silly sounds that came from young groups just starting out. Perhaps that’s why I can’t even listen to a song from the brother’s group that shall not be named because I end up getting way to many people looking at my site who don’t even know what I write about. So, feel free to flame away. Feel free to convince me otherwise. Feel free to push me to look and listen at their earlier music but convince me on a depth and dark level okay? Especially now that their new single “Wrong” has been released, it makes listening to “Just Can’t Get Enough” unbearable for me at times. Here’s the contrast:
I JUST CAN’T GET ENOUGH (1982 PERFORMANCE)
Dave looks like my Dad when he was younger…which disturbs me. It’s so happy!!!!
WRONG (2009 OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)
Dark, dark, video. Kinda like a situation crafted by The Dark Knight’s Joker Character. Dark synth sense and driving forces. LOVE IT!
Like I said, I’m open to some convincing or understanding so please – flame away. Love you all!
If heaven were an ice cream place, I think Bruster’s would be in the running for heavenly places. Apparently, as all or most good things do it was started by a man in Pennsylvania and now is in 21 states. Why are they wonderful? Well, the focus on good quality handcrafted ice cream that is just more luscious than it ought to be. My favorites are Cotton Candy Explosion and the new addition that I had yesterday that I will go to time and again, Peanut Butter Puddles (which is a name I found funny saying or at least silly). The Jim had Blueberry Cobbler Ice Cream yesterday and he said it was wonderful. Truth is, Bruster’s ice cream is wonderful and if you haven’t tried it – go forth and nosh. You won’t be sorry you did. Unless, of course you are overly concerned about your weight (life is too short, enjoy).
Okay, so it sounds more elaborate than it really is right? This is our little slice of internet nonsense, which basically is our on-going effort to keep our friends and family up-to-date on our lives, our love and our continuing pursuit of pomegranates. In this modern age of movement, we’ve realized that distance is not an excuse to not keep everyone posted, so please - stop by anytime - in person or internet-ly and know that you are all never far from our thoughts.
