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