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Batter Blaster

Not sure if I’ve ever shared but I cannot make pancakes. It amazes me that people can make these perfectly round, golden brown, fluffy hotcakes and that ability seems to be forever out of my reach. I’ve tried everything, higher heat, lower heat, griddles, fry pans, cast iron, just add water mixes, bisquick, shake and pour mixes, using oil, using butter, using non-stick spray, nothing works. My pancakes are always misshapen, splotchy, hard on one side disasters.

A few months ago I heard about a new product called Batter Blaster. This is a pre-made batter that you dispense from a can – a cool whip type can. I had images of a fully cooked, golden brown, melt in your mouth pancake emerging from the tip of the can ready for the butter and syrup.

And besides I LOVE to try new things. They call me a marketer’s dream. So, when I came across a $1.00 off coupon the other day, I thought to myself “Here’s my chance to prove to the world that I am a good mother and finally be able cook a decent pancake for my child”.
Well, “the boy” almost had to suffer through some more crappy pancakes when I saw how much Batter Blaster costs ($5.99 WTH!), but the need to finally master the hotcake won out (and the dollar off coupon helped). So with grand plans of hearty breakfast of perfect pancakes, cheese eggs and bacon (yes, pork bacon) I got out the can of Batter Blaster on Sunday morning. I read and reread the directions, making sure I had everything I needed. Pan (check), heat on med-hi (check), butter spray (check). With that I shook the can and dispensed the batter. It comes out just like Cool Whip, but quickly spreads out. OOO here they come – perfect pancakes – and then I flipped the pancake and it was just a splotchy and uneven as all the other pancakes I have ever made. In fact this first one looked more like a crepe then a pancake. “WTH!” So, I read the directions AGAIN, hoping that maybe I did something wrong. Well, after 4 tries and the same pitiful looking crepe pancakes, I threw the Batter Blaster can back in the fridge, my dreams of a perfect pancake dashed once again.

This is a video for an obviously better pancake maker then me. This is how Batter Blaster is supposed to work. My quest for the perfect pancake continues...

Sunday Morning from Sean on Vimeo.

Cars...

I swear I just wasn’t meant to be a car owner. I drive okay – although Heather Locklear says that I drive like an old lady. I guess if sitting up straight in the car and coming to a complete stop at stop signs and signaling all your turns and lane changes and driving the speed limit makes you an old lady then call me grandma. It’s just the maintenance type things that I’d rather not be bothered with; things like unsticking frozen doors, washing the car, repairing dings, oil changes, investigating knocking noises, etc. Those things I just can’t get interested in. This past spring it was locking the doors. Since my frozen door incident during the winter months, I had gotten out of the habit of locking my car doors. That was until one day this spring I went out to my car and discovered someone had ransacked my car – really all they did was go through the middle arm rest and the glove box, but ransacked is how I felt after discovering the violation. Nothing was missing – because there is nothing in my car. After that I made it a point to lock my doors because although nothing was taken I was pissed that someone felt they had the right to go through my car! After it happened again about a month later, I became obsessive about locking my car doors, checking and re-checking the doors when I exited the car. So, on Saturday evening after returning home from work, I got out of the car, locked the door, closed the door and checked the door. Satisfied that the door was indeed locked, I went in the house. I spent Saturday evening home with Lionel and Maxwell crooning in the back ground while working on my latest puzzle (LOVE puzzles!) until the wee hours. Sunday my mother came and got me and we hung out. Sunday evening (24 hours since I’ve driven my car), I was to pick Heather Locklear up from her p/t job. I grab my purse and house keys, but can’t find my car keys. I search the house, even checking the grocery bag I brought in the house the night before. “Where the hell are my keys?” I double check all the places I just checked and same as before, no keys. “I didn’t leave them in the car.” I ran to the window and sure enough my car is still parked out front. After a few more minutes, I finally head out to check the one place that I am hoping NOT to find the keys. Well wouldn’t ya know my car keys are indeed where I left them the night before – in the ignition! I check the door and sure enough it’s locked. UGH! So, yes my car has been sitting outside for 24 hours with the keys in the ignition, ready and waiting for the taking. How does the saying go "God watches our for fools and babies"...I think in this case God was definitely watching out for me!

I was so upset I forgot to take a picture to share -but this is an example of what I looked like, except I had a scowl on my face and was jumping up and down kicking the door, thinking to myself, what would happen if I just broke the window.

While I was cursing myself for locking my door, I dialed up Roadside Assistance. In under an hour AUTO RESCUE was pulling up. (Auto Rescue was an old rusted Ford Aspire painted red with orange flashing lights mounted to the roof and Auto Rescue painted in yellow on the side. Interesting.) The gentleman that got out of the car (when he got I almost laughed out loud because I immediately thought about a clown car because he seemed to unroll himself out of the little car and the end result standing in front of me was a 6 ½ foot man) had my door open in under 5 minutes. I seriously had to refrain from throwing my arms around me kissing him dead on the mouth. Thinking that might not have gone over too well, I thanked him profusely, locked the car doors (checked that they were locked) and skipped into the house!

WTH!

I am deeply, deeply disturbed. Seriously, I can't even think of anything snide or witty to say.

ME watching...

Big Lips

When we were in NOLA a couple weeks ago, Heather Locklear and I discovered BIG LIPS at the Jamie Hayes Gallery in the French Quarter. It was love at first sight for these big lip dolls. The dolls come in every shade of fabric with brightly colored whimsical clothing, button eyes and yarn hair. Their most prominent feature are their BIG lips that spread across their faces. They are the most adorable dolls ever!


I got this one - I've named her Claudine.


We also loved his print "Peter the PianoEater".



The gallery also had a tree full of bracelets - I LOVE BRACELETS! They were beautiful and even better they were only $5. I got 5 for $20!





Why does my hand look like a claw?

Recent Encounters

I have had a couple interesting encounters over the last couple of weeks that I think may be blog worthy. Besides I seem to have lost my muse and either have no desire to write or just nothing to write about. So here it goes…

Oh before I forget, Heather Locklear saw Secret Agent Man the other day with her own eyes!

ENCOUNTER #1
A couple of weeks ago, I ran down to my local shopping mall, Southdale, to peruse the summer sale racks and ended up being down there until the stores closed at 9pm. As I was going down the escalator to get to my car I noticed one of the mall cops at the bottom of the escalator.

Before I continue let me give you some background on the fine men enlisted to protect the shoppers at Southdale Mall; the writer/s of Paul Blart Mall Cop must have done all their research for the movie at my lovely suburban mall. There is one guy that wears his belted, black polyester pants just a smidge south of his nipples with white sports socks to finish off the ensemble. He always has on his policeman type hat and constantly checks his big, black CASIO watch for the correct military time to record the Mall going-ons.

When I work at Gap Kids and leave the building after the Mall closes he guards the exit door like a pit-bull. Then there is the guy that dons his shiny black helmet and zips through the Mall on a Segway. He’s a man on a mission, stoic as he buzzes between the tables at Caribou and around the blue haired granny on her Hoveround.

I digress. As I said on this particular Friday evening I was on my way to my car when I noticed one the Mall Guards pacing back and forth. As I neared the end of the escalator ride I thought to myself “what is he doing?”. I finally decided that maybe he was waiting for me to get off the escalator so that he could turn it off. Keep in mind that it was 9:02pm. (I know because I checked my watch after our encounter.) As my foot left the escalator and touched down on solid ground, he steps in front of me and in an attempt at an authoritative voice (just like they taught him in training-“look them in the eye, lower your voice and enunciate”) he says, “Uh mam, the Mall closes at 9pm”. Huh, is this Rent-a-Cop talking to me? Doesn’t he have some check point bar codes to scan? “No shit Sherlock” is what I really wanted to say but since my mama taught me to behave better I simply said “Uh, I’m going to my car!” with all the sarcasm and lippyness and sista head snap that I could muster. Seriously?

ENCOUNTER #2
I’m still trying to figure out what about me screams, “If you are collecting social security please come holla!” Could we ever forget Vinny the Italian Stallion? I snagged yet another grandpa this past weekend. My mom and I went out to get a drink after work on Friday. As we’re sitting on the patio and I’m trying to make eye contact with this honey with a cute booty, an older gentleman walks up to my mother. It turns out that they worked together some 25 years before. As my mom re-introduces us, he says “I remember you when you were little. You’ve grown up.” and kisses my cheek. He and mom talk for a little while and then he walks off to mingle. A while later he comes back to the table and he and my mother make small talk. Turns out he sells cars, so when he learns I’m thinking about buying a car in the fall he gives me his card. Again he leaves the table. And again he comes back to the table. When my mother gets up from the table, he starts asking me questions…now my slow behind was just offering up all kinds of information to this senior gentleman…

"Where do you live?”
“South Minneapolis.”
“Who do you live with?”
“My son.”
“Does he work?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Arc Value Village.”
“Oh they close too early.”
“No they don’t. They close at 9pm.”
“Ok then. That gives us some time then.”

SCREEECCCHHHH!!! What a minute. Huh? What is he talking about?

OOOOHHHH Hell No!!!!!! That’s when I really looked at him. He was leaning into the table and looking through my dress, laying down his rap. He had on a Fedora, a suit, mirrored shade, a toothpick between his lips, manicured nails and slicked back hair. I'm sure that back in the day he was quite the catch. But right about now all I kept thinking was maybe I should give him my grandma's number.

“Call me. My cell number is on my card.” I swear he licked his lips.

I sat there speechless.

“I’m serious. Why do you think I kept coming back? That pretty smile kept calling me back.”

HUH? Jacke close your mouth. Speak. Speak.

“Call me.”

“Uh we’ll see.” was all I could manage to utter.

Maybe I should just give in and go with it. I mean a Social Security check could really be helpful some months. Not to mention maybe I could get a new car too.

New Purse...

Yesterday, I got to go on a field trip. And believe me I was as happy and giddy as a 3rd grader going to visit the zoo. This past Saturday my "ace boon coon" happened upon a phenomenal sale at the Coach outlet in Albertville. She acquired 4 purses for around $300. Well, imagine my excitement when she informed me that she wanted to go back out there. All I can say is that it was an overwhelming experience. Purses. Cheap. My two favorite things. The prices were out of this world. The clearance purses were an additional 50% off and then 10% off everything in the store. After wandering around with several bags, I finally settled on this one...It's perfect!

Leah Op Art Convertible Shoulder Bag

(Black/White)

I haven't given up on my orange bag, but this may pacify me for the time being. And if anyone wants to go on a field trip just let me know. I can think of a few other bags that I would like to get.

Thou Shall Not Covet...

customers purses...

On Saturday night while working at Gap Kids, a woman came in and I was immediately drawn to her. I sidled up to get a closer look and I let me tell you, I liked what I saw. She was everything I like, big, my favorite color, and eye-catching. Now before you start wondering if I changed "teams", I wasn't drawn to the woman. In fact I was so enthralled my her purse that I couldn't even tell you her eye or hair color. I only had eyes for her purse! When she laid it on the counter to check out, I could barely get my fingers to work. I was practically drooling. This purse was absolutely BEAUTIFUL! Like I said before it was big, orange and just different enough that it would catch eyes - everything I look for in a purse. I had to have this purse. Did I mention that it was a Louis Vuitton. Without reaching out to touch it and opening it up to inspect it, it looked like the real deal. Coming back to earth after she left, I was then on a mission to find out more about this bag. Well, after searching the internet I couldn't find it. I did find it on the Louis Vuitton site, but not in orange...

Estimated Price: $5,800
HHHMMM...so, how was I going to justify a $5800 purse. Maybe if I don't buy groceries or pay rent for a few months, I could pull it off. Shoot, I need to lose weight and I'm sure we could live comfortably in my car - at least during the summer.

After a little more research, I did find it in orange but at a much more reasonable cost. It seems that the customer's bag was a knock-off. I found it on several knock off sites for under $200. HHMMM...we'd only have to live off of boxed Mac and Cheese for a few weeks...

Have a look! Isn't it wonderful....


Estimated Price: $198

Tidbits...

LIONEL RICHIE - JUST GO

Go Buy Lionel's 13th Solo Album/CD - Available Today!

Oh Really...

Went to a pseudo garage sale the other day and spotted this doll. What grabbed my attention first was the matted brown hair. I'm thinking to myself, "oh really". Do they really have this ol' broke down, matted hair doll out here on this table like someone is really gonna pick up this nasty doll and spend hard earned duckets to take this home to their sweet lil' babies. Think not. So I picked up the doll to examine it and see if maybe I was missing something, like a special feature, maybe it cried or did a jig. When I turned it over I read the ticket and was even more perplexed...

"Dark Skin"? Huh? While I acknowledge that black folks come in every shade
from very light/ almost white to black as night, "dark skin" would not be the first descriptor that popped into my mind when looking at this doll. Maybe I'm missing something. Maybe they got the tickets mixed up with another "dark skin" baby doll. I guess.

Give me more Mac and Cheese Please!
This past weekend I finally made it back to Redstone for MORE Mac and Cheese. We went on Saturday and do you know I dreamt about it on Friday night? I had a dream that we went to "fake" Redstone and they didn't have the Mac and Cheese. I had to go back to the kitchen to find out what the hell was going on and when I got back there it was some ol' house kitchen and all they had was Annies Mac and Cheese. So, I was back there mixing up my own boxed mac and cheese, all the while crying. Now you know I love food if I dream about it the night before I have it. I was excited all day for it and believe me, it was just as good as before. It is just so good!!!!! I think I was moaning again! It was so good that I ordered some to take home. Then I hid it in the fridge and snuck it out Sunday morning, heated it up and that was my breakfast!!! YUMMY! Already trying to figure out when I can go again! It's a good thing it's in Eden Prairie and that I hate to drive or I'd be a regular!

BEFORE

(this is actually a pic of Heather Locklear's Mac and Cheese because I started eating mine too quickly to take a before picture)

AFTER

(Notice my Wedge Salad on the other plate! That was YUMMY too - a wedge of lettuce, blue cheese crumbles, blue cheese dressing, tomatoes and big pieces of crispy bacon!)

FINALLY!

After being forced to listen to Pretty Wings SNIPPET on Maxwell's MySpace page for over a year, he has finally released the full single AND a video!!!!! Now if he will finally release the album (aging myself!) he's been promising for 3 years!!!!! But for now I'm happy with this!!!!! Love it! (DAMN he's sexy!)

I know it's been awhile and alot has gone on in recent weeks that has been blog worthy but honestly I have but kinda lazy! Well, I just can't let this one slide by. This is definitely blog worthy and I can't type fast enough to get it up...I am almost speechless...I guess they are just trying to be inclusive...You decide...

Happy Birthday to Me and Heather Locklear...

HMMMM....

Secret Agent Man
It’s been a minute since I’ve had the pleasure of seeing Secret Agent Man, so imagine my joy when I was walking to the bus stop and there he was sitting on the bench. I quickly rummaged through my purse and pulled out my phone. I then “faux texted” while trying to position my camera for the best picture without actually walking up to the man and telling him to “strike a pose”. The unfortunate thing was that he didn’t have on one of his Skittle colored suits but rather chose a more demure navy blue with yellow highlights (you can’t really see the detail, but believe me up close and personal you get the full effect of the sunray yellow against the navy sea) for the unseasonably warm day. And of course he had his ever present attaché case (never leave home without it) with all his top secret accouterments. The funny thing is that when the bus pulled up and he was walking toward the stop, a group of girls was standing behind me and one of them said “Look, look there’s suit man.” LOL, I almost laughed out loud. I guess I’m not the only one in awe of the suits.

Notice the Secret Agent Sunglasses!

Oh Really?
From time to time on Saturday Night Live Weekend Update they have a sketch called “Really”. It’s usually directed at some idiot public figure that did something stupid and got caught. Well, “Oh Really” was the first thing that popped into my mind while waiting for the bus the other day and spied a pickup circa 1990 with a flag pole sticking out of the back. I’m talking a regular size flag and pole. Not a little flag pole and flag that you might stick on your dash. I’m talking life size. The kind we used to have hanging in the special little metal flag holder, next to the door, in our school classrooms size flag. My next thought was “I’m gonna need for you to go back to Alabama with that”. I can’t say too much more, just have a look.

As they drove away all I could hear was....

Betcha didn't know I rocked like this?

Don't know why but this song just popped into my head. I used to LOVE this song back in the early 90's. I even bought the CD I liked it so much! I used to play the mess out of this song! Enjoy.

Deep Forest is a musical group consisting of two French musicians, Michael Sanchez and Eric Mouquet. They compose a new kind ofworld music, sometimes called ethnic electronica, mixing ethnic with electronic sounds and dance beats or chillout beats. Their sound has been described as an "ethno-introspective ambient world music".

I liked this one too:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Tidbits

You know you're ghetto when...

Your steering column is in danger of falling apart because you have 50 air fresheners hanging from it. Rule of thumb, if you buy a new air freshener, throw the old one away!





EEWWW

As most of you know I HATE KETCHUP! The smell and taste-GAG! So just imagine the workout my gag reflexes had when I saw this on the shelf of my local convenience store! Ketchup flavored chips. ICK! And apparently it's nothing new because I found several other brands of ketchup flavored chips! GROSS. It reminds me of when we were little and Heather Locklear used to eat ketchup sandwiches! I can't even talk about it because just the thought of it made me throw-up in my throat a little. ICK!




Funniest Commercial Ever


I just LOVE this commercial! Every time it comes on I love to sing along! "What if it was you hanging up on this wall. If it was you..." The tinny tunes from the Casio keyboard add just the right "Je ne sais quoi"! How 'bout them language skills from a kindergarten Spanish student!

More tidbits...

Bow your heads
I had to put my fav boots to rest. (Wiping a tear away) I got these boots (Heather Locklear called them my "captain kirks" - they are similar, but that just shows you that James T. Kirk had it goin' on back in the day!) way back in like 1999 for $70 at Daytons. I rocked them with jeans, dresses and skirts. They were comfortable and warm. They were the best boots EVER! They just don't make it like this anymore. So, it was a sad day a few weeks ago when I got off work and removed my boots only to find this travesty...

HHMMM...

A gentleman I work with said I looked alot like Taraj P Hensen. HHMMMM.

HMMMMM2...

Has it ever taken you 20 minutes (literally) and a gallon of sweat to put on a pair of boots and tight pants? Just asking.



BUS
Unfortunately (or maybe it’s fortunately) I haven’t run into any “special” bus riders recently. Maybe they’re in hibernation. The crazies go into hiding when the temperature dips below freezing.

I wasn’t sure that I was going to add this, but it happened again this morning, so I just have to put it out there. I have an addition to the Passenger Bill of Rights.

*I understand that during the winter months, many of us have to wear hats. I have never had long “flippable” hair, so I don’t understand the need to fling your hair all out of the bounds of your seat, when you remove your hat. When your hair is hitting my shoulder or my book we have a problem. I do not want your hair on my shit. So, I'm gonna need for you not to be flipping your hair all around. Keep your stray strands to yourself.

Exploding Cornbread

Last night as I finished up my dinner I asked “Man-child in the Promised Land” to please get me another cup of tea. I tried a new recipe last night (thanks DeeDee); it was a sort of cabbage roll dismantled. It was so good served over the sweet cornbread I made to go with it. I had one serving and was anxious to get another one, but just wanted some more tea to go with it. As is everything with a seventeen year old we then debated on the best way to make the tea. I told him to just warm up some water in microwave; keep it simple. But no “man-child in the promised land” wanted to get out the kettle and warm up the water on the stove. I have learned to choose my battles and on a Sunday evening as I finished up my homework and let my food digest I was in no mood to debate. Besides I was just happy to have something done for me without too much fuss. (it’s the simple things in life). So, I settled in with my homework to wait on my tea.

About 15 minutes later I heard a loud pop! Thinking that a dish fell from the dish dryer, I let “man-child” investigate. “MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHMM!” I heard him shout from the kitchen. When I turned the corner he was standing in the hallway with a sea of glass and cornbread around his bare feet. WTH! That’s when I noticed the smoke coming up from the burner that just a few minutes before had housed my pan of cornbread. Now in place of the dish of cornbread lay the plastic spatula (that had been on top of the pan) smoking on the electric burner. “Get some shoes on boy” I yelled as I grabbed a wet rag and swiped the burning spatula, cornbread and glass off of the burner. Then we both just stood there surveying the damage. This was worse than the time (years ago) when I was baking chicken in a glass dish and not remembering the science class about contraction and expansion, added cold water to the heated glass dish, splitting it into several large pieces and spilling its contents all over the oven. This was much worse. The Pyrex dish had literally exploded.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Uh, I musta turned on the wrong burner when I was making your tea?” he responded sheepishly.

“Uh, ya think?”

“Man-child” had put the kettle on for my tea but instead of turning on the front burner, turned on the back burner, heating up the Pyrex dish to the point that it EXPLODED all over the kitchen. Once the glass and fused cornbread cooled, we spent the next ½ hour cleaning glass and cornbread from every crevice in the kitchen, but I’m sure we’ll find some mystery piece someplace in the next day or so.

Oh and did I mention that the dinner of “dismantled cabbage rolls” had a layer of glass over it? Try as I might to I just couldn’t justify trying to save the dish and had to throw the entire pan away. Dang, all he had to do was tell me he didn’t want to eat it.

Want a little glass to go with that cornbread?

Breakfast Song (thanks Elisha)

This song aired on The Mornin' Show, a local program carried by NBC affiliate WTVA in Tupelo, Mississippi.

Really!? There is just so much wrong with this, but in Praise of the Lord I will not mention everything. But I just gotta wonder why he picked Maebell as his back up? Seriously, she is about the most lackadaisical person he coulda picked. Just swaying and mumbling with all her rings and ponytail. Maybe she's just hungry, singing about all that food and can't think of nothing else. But what Maebell lacks in enthusiasm, Bo James sho'nuf makes up for, cause he is truly feeling the Spirit. And what's "light bread"? I gotta admit not being born in the South that I can't quite relate to chicken and beef steak for breakfast (not that I wouldn't/haven't eaten it), but I've never heard of "light bread".

No mo' griiiiits
No mo' Cinnamon O's
No mo' sugar and rice

Mark the Date!

MARCH 10, 2009

UPDATE:
Release date has been rescheduled for May 19, 2009. BOO-HOO!

BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/getback/85898/the-cheesiest-love-songs-ever/

Maybe I'm biased, but come on, "cheesiest ever"? I think not!
I wonder if he has that bust hid away in his garage or something? I'm thinking collectors item!
I always loved that "shag". Now that was a hair style!

In Search Of...

I saw Leonard Nimoy on something the other day and immediately what came rushing to my mind wasn’t Star Trek for which he is most well-known, but rather In Search Of. For me, Leonard Nimoy does not evoke the even keeled Spock, but rather the eerie voice of one of the scariest show that was ever made. This show used to scare the mess outta me. I think it came on Saturday nights. I totally remember being scared out of my mind but not being able to turn the channel. To my young mind, the reenactments were just too realistic and eyewitnesses too convincing. The show topics were always something scary as hell, like ghosts or alien abductions. I specifically remember the episode on Bigfoot. I was convinced that Bigfoot would make his way to my 2nd story bedroom one night and get me. It makes my skin crawl to hear the opening sequence, even now! This crap is still scary 30 years later! (Seriously, as I sit here and watch this clip my stomach is starting to hurt!!!) Yikes, I hope I can sleep tonight!

Poem by "the boy"

Poem written by "the boy" about his experience at the Inauguration...

Be the change.

Welcome home.
Today is a new day.
Today is the people's day.
From "yes, we can"
To "yes, we will"
To "yes, we did"
Full names and bloated titles on the tongues of dignitaries.
The crowds roar and jeer and cry.
The sacred oaths begin.
Endless repetition and so help me gods.
Somewhere a cannon fires.
The crowd erupts.
This man-our man-stands before us.
A sea stands assembled.
People united by a common goal and purpose.
We will get this great nation back up on it's feet.
We have the strength to dedicate ourselves once more.
We are one.
One people.
One nation.
A land of the free built on blood and sweat and tears.
But we can do it.
Yes, we can.

Pic from "the boy" at the Inauguration

Capitol is the building straight ahead...

UPDATE: Just talked to him. He and mom were about 70 feet from the steps of the capitol-on the lawn. He is so happy that he was able to be there and really enjoyed the experience. He says it's something that he'll remember for the rest of his life.


Aaron and mom were in the Northwest Standing area right to the left of the capitol. (Click picture for a closer view)

Mr. President!

Best Buy? Really?

Seriously? This must be the week of Tomfoolery! Does Best Buy Headquarter's know about this mess!? Is this their new Store's Training video?



"I need a kitchen set. Kitchen Set. Ki-Ki-Kitchen Set"
"It's Tuesday, baby."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I need a new release. New release, new, new release"

1980's

It's been at least 20 years, but I've finally come full circle. Today I have on...drum roll...

STIRRUP PANTS! (For the youngins that have no idea what I am talking about...)

Now, before you label me as one of those ladies that thought they looked so hot 20 years ago, that they reinvent themselves as that younger version, I've upgraded my stirrups. There will be no stirrups and flats. (REMEMBER, the patent lace ups with the big, colorful ribbon for laces) The stirrups are strictly for purposes of convenience and practicality; they look great in tall boots!


In honor of the 80's...
1981

Really is he that off beat? Really?

1985


1982


I loved the mess outta this album!! "If you love me say you do..."