Radio Shack was the place for electronic freaks when I was growing up…cool parts and kits galore.  Archer stomp boxes and everything (Good Quality Stomp Boxes too) and all the parts that go inside.  Try and find one venue like that now.. NEVER HAPPEN.. unless you are on the crew of Myth Buster’s, I’d sure like to know who their suppliers are.

You could always go to Radio Shack and find what you needed for your wildest projects, they were top dog.  I think you need a new CEO Radio Shack, one that was a hacker of sorts growing up and not a bean counter. Shame on Radio Shack for deserting the American Public, the dreamer and inventor those that wanted to try and get a project accomplished, one that wouldn’t runaway from a project.

I want to build my stuff, not buy all ready made, all the time. Where is Alan Bradley, Archer, etc..? You know what I am talking about, you had the right stuff, where did it go? Are all those projects dead to our society? Our the kids so wrapped up in Dancing With The Stars, The Bachelor, Extreme Makeover and Survivor that we don’t need projects?

When is the last time you heard of someone hitting something head on and creating a project that we used to be able to do from a kit?

Profit over product, that sounds smart to me, look at Wall Street and all the latest bullshit, don’t forget where you came from, I don’t want my tax dollars bailing people out that make idiotic decisions, and than say “poor me”

I say get your shit together..

Idolizing the “American Idol” giving up quality time to enhance your mind with the likes of Super Nanny, Wife Swap and Hells Kitchen, I remember when we could produce our own Hell’s Kitchen with basic experiments that actually taught us something.

Gil Grissom’s encounter with the Sultry Sarah from CSI..the moment of ego’s and attitudes were left on the back burner, did you not have an emotional eruption?  Any fan of CSI-Las Vegas would know that we have longed for Gil Grissom to show some passion for someone alive, in a passionate man way… at that moment, if you noticed, he walked into his office, and there was a moment of hesitation on his part..where he hugged someone with a heartbeat.

If this was Survivor Pearl Island and we could turn around and sue Gil Grissom for tossing Sarah, it may just turn into another Danny Bonaduce Scandal, of who which, I am a huge fan…just cuz his rough, realistic take on “I was a Partridge.. in a pair tree”..or on his stint with a local radio station that SUCKS now.. and the staff are basically un-educated in customer service..

Fairplay..from Survivor Pearl Island..  funny enough name.. you are on Survivor Dude.. it’s called, Survivor, put on your big boy pants and survive….  leave Bonaduce alone.. he’s had his fair share of trouble.. you signed up for the show..you now want to be treated like a princess?  Your not on Princess Diaries dude, you are on a fake all out stupid reality show, that has now brought you notoriety.

You don’t do a flying sprints into someone who once was a boxer and not expect to be tossed…I am curious,  would he have rather spent the night with Mike Tyson? Or Evander Holyfield.. either way.. somethings bound to bite you in your fairplay ass!

Reality..at it’s finest..

I don’t know about you all, but on an average day I get 2 pieces of political “vote for me” email, it got me to thinking about the amount of time, manpower, energy and cost that goes into this.. I am by no means a mathematician, and have asked a few people to help me with some of the figures.. they are not mathematicians either, so.. please correct me if I am wrong….but the numbers are staggering..

I checked a few statistics on line, to see about “not for profit postage” on average it costs 40% less than the regular joe schmo.. a regular piece of mail would than cost a NFP about .16 cents.. are ya with me?

The number of homes in the US is about 50,000,000 - again, coming from online stats, so if the numbers are not completely accurate, my sincere apologies..

If you have that many homes that receive only 1 piece of, “my opponent is a jack ass” solicitation and you should vote for me…

We are talking, $ 8,000,000.00 - I do believe that to be 8 million dollars..

Now, I don’t know whether or not your average American business receives these emails either, so figure that in too.. and we all know that we don’t get just one piece of this mail on a daily basis, it’s much higher than that..

So let’s go with the amount of people in the US… 301,139,947.00 - over 300 million as of 2007, again, pulled it off line, just to see the figures..where in an economic downslide why?

If each person in the US, receives one piece of this mail, the amount in postage alone is what..you do the math..somewhere in the range of 481 million??

If I am wrong, I am wrong, but the numbers are staggering.. and that doesn’t include the cost of printing the materials….

There is something totally wrong when your mother of 78 years old brings up the topic of conversation about The Girls Next Door and a Chocolate hoo-ha, woman business, yum-yum, beaver box or whatever the latest slang is.  But she did, she is totally enthralled about the living arrangements over at the Playboy Mansion.

The Girls Next Door, brings me to our own dose of reality over here in the suburbs of Chicago - our neighbors have moved, and my husband is wondering if we will be smelling Hersheys wafting in the air.  Our “Pleather Clad” cupcake or more like  “Pleather Clad - Cake Roll” has moved out, bringing us new tennants next door.

Pleather Clad Mini Skirts and Faux Motorcycle gear have taken on a disturbing thought on our sleepy little street…

It was a hot summer day, sweltering humidity, the week long rain had ended, and the grass through out the bedroom community needed to be mowed.. Coochie Coo Cake Roll, decided she would take on the challenge, albeit the lawn mower was not a blow start, she went at it dressed up in a T-shirt, not a shortie T-Shirt, but certainly not a 3 XL, which would have been preferable, thank god my windows don’t have a birds eye view.

It was the neighbor that lives across the street that called me a few moments after I heard her handy dandy mower rev up, he was ready to call the ambulance,  not because Coochie Coo cut off an apendage, but because, Coochie Coo’s  Cooch was in plain site for all the East Side of the street to get a bird’s eye view of “The Nest” she had never heard of a BIC or Nair from what I was told.

Out in yard, picking up sticks as she mowed, I think she was wanting a little mowing of her own.. Dressed in a T and lacking any undies.. give’s new meaning to butt’s up.

The Girls Next Door can at least pull off Chocolate Cooch - our’s certainly could not - Feel free to chime if you have any nutty neighbor stories!

Ding Dong and Our neighbors moved, we are getting new “girls next door” seriously…