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Monday

Lefty's Alley and Eats...An amazing Lewes, Delaware place of entertainment


Grab your friends and redefine what it means to have fun!
Lefty’s Alley & Eats is an award-winning restaurant that elevates dining,
events and entertainment with style like no other.

https://www.iloveleftys.com/



The Francis Scott Key Bridge has fallen down but granddaughter, who lives within a few miles of this bridge, was scheduled for many days to visit us in Delaware for Easter.  This required granddaughter and her boyfriend to plan the way around.  Living in Merryland pretty much requires locals to learn to traverse the Chesapeake Bay/Patapsco River/Inner Harbor.  But their effort to get here did work and I wanted very much to entertain them over the Easter holidays, but holidays with questionable weather, daylight hours and now a bridge missing.

As a resident of Lewes I have been familiar with Lefty's as I have lived in Delaware now for over 21 years.  But I thought....inside....bowling....a big arcade....food.  THIS WAS JUST THE THING!

Worrying about my plan to go the Saturday before Easter and just how busy that might be, I went online and darn if I didn't discover the ability to reserve duckpin bowling aisles online!  Lefty's also has ten pin bowling and they too can be reserved.

Understanding, as I learned, that you must pay for the lanes you reserve, upon reservation, including the cost of bowling shoes if needed.  Should you have to cancel the reservation, within 48 hours, Lefty's will give tickets good for future date rather than a monetary refund. "Cause that's just the way we do it!" so they explain on the web site.

While I intend to summarize that Lefty's is indeed well-run and efficient, be aware it is not cheap.  With the cost of reserving duck pin lanes for three hours, and shoes, it cost me about $130.00.  The lanes were great, the bowling was fun.  Reservists got generously sized benches and booths.

The arcade was fairly amazing and totally current.  Much of the attempt to get free tickets involved claw machine type set-ups.  One can easily put a set amount of play money on Lefty's arcade card, using their own credit cards.

Lefty's does serve food, again, not cheap.  It cost me $82.00 for a meal that was very good, included one alcoholic drink, was eaten comfortably at a table to avoid the bowling hassle.

We did win enough arcade tickets to get a gift.  Lefty's has nice arcade gifts but be aware it take upwards of 5000 tickets to be redeemed to get some battery-operated gadget.  

At any rate, kids got home by going over the DELAWARE Memorial bridge of all things, we had a great time at Lefty's.

They were busy, but run well.  I thought they were worth the money for entertaining holiday visitors.



Review Grotto's Pizza-Lewes and Applebee's -Rehoboth Beach

 Restaurant Reviews


Grotto Pizza-Lewes

Address

17467 Shady RoadLewes, DE 19958(302) 645-4900


Hours of Operation

Friday & Saturday 11 AM – 12 AM

Sunday – Thursday 11 AM – 11 PM

Grotto's Pizza dominates Lewes, Delaware's part of Route 1 mightily, beginning with a big sign roadside that declares the place to be a "Grand Slam".  Inside the place looks like a pizza parlor, with huge TV's and pretty good food.

I had a SteakMacandCheese, which contained...well fried steak over mac and cheese.  It was delicious, plenty big with a lot left over to take home.

One of my guests got a large meat lover's pizza, which included pepperonis, ground beef, extra cheese.  This too provided us a snack that night from our take home.

Grotto's is not cheap but it's good is good, the atmosphere is good, the dinner size is mighty.

If you come down to the Delaware shore, suggest a stop here for good food, a good time and plenty to take home.


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APPLEBEE'S REHOBOTH BEACH





36501 Seaside Outlet Dr
Rehoboth Beach, DE 19971
(302) 226-5307

RESTAURANT HOURS
Enjoy your favorites in our dining room or to go through online ordering, curbside pickup or delivery.

Order a Flavored Lemonade to go and $.50 will be donated to Alex’s Lemonade Stand Foundation in search of a cure for childhood cancer.

Monday 11:30am - 11:00pm
Tuesday 11:30am - 11:00pm
Wednesday 11:30am - 11:00pm
Thursday 11:30am - 11:00pm
Friday 11:30am - 12:00am
Saturday 11:30am - 12:00am
Sunday 11:30am - 11:00pm

There were four of us going to Applebee's in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.

Items we chose include French onion soup, a magnificent Caesar  Salad, A bacon cheeseburger, and an 8 oz sirloin.

Our entire bill came to $120.90 before tip.

Not inexpensive but comfortable seating, plentiful entrees, great soup and many fine choices.

Applebee's is the sort of restaurant one proudly takes there visitors to for good mean.

So we did and yes that's what we got.
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Saturday

A review of the new JD Shuckers in Georgetown Delaware.

A review of JD Shuckers, new to Georgetown, Delaware. They need to fix a few things, especially their breaded oysters.

Their web site here

Sunday

"How to Train Your Dragon"-Review; "Irish Eyes" Restaurant-Review; A Most Well-Behaved Child



Seriously. An Irish restaurant. We've got three of them down around our parts in Southern Delaware.

Here's a review of "Irish Eyes", a culinary adventure into cholesterol and prepared food that would have New York Mayor Nanny Bloomberg shutting the place down and arresting the cooks for attempted murder.
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The good news is: Kaitlyn is very well-behaved child.

The bad news is: Kaitlyn is a very well-behaved child.

She spent a long weekend with Mom-Mom in 2010, this year of our Lord. We searched for Easter Eggs, met Mr. Easter bunny, and Mrs, dyed Easter eggs, and saw a great movie.

Yet what is it about this very remarkably well-behaved child that so bothers her Mom-Mom?
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We're gonna have Vikings and Dragons from now through next Christmas as the merchandisers rush to cash in on Pixar's latest offering: "How to Train Your Dragon".

It's a great movie, if formulaic. Kids from four to fourteen will love it, as will their adult companions for its action, 3-D effects and colorful characters.

A review and a few complaints.


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”How To Train Your Dragon”-3D and Endless Merchandising

It’s not that I have any problem with merchandising a movie. I’ve long ago become accustomed to such as little toys associated with a movie being included as part of McDonald’s Happy Meals. In fact, I offer it as a point of excitement as I always take granddaughter to a nearby play McDonalds after we go to the movies and before I place the order I drum up Kaitlyn’s excitement by the promise of a toy in her meal that applies to the movie we’d just seen.

Indeed it was the same this past weekend when we’d both seen the movie “How To Train Your Dragon” and indeed included in Kaitlyn’s Happy Meal was a little figurine of lead character Hiccup’s obligatory love interest, Astrid, riding one of the movie’s many…well dragons.

It’s just that this movie is merchandised bejeesus to the point of complete distraction. Vikings and dragons can be purchased in abundance at Walmart or other retailers near you. There’s the McDonalds connection, ever present. We’ve got Vikings and dragons everywhere and Lord knows when it will all fade away. When Pixar has another movie to merchandise or when dragon rides are finally installed in Disney World no doubt.

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“How To Train Your Dragon” is the stuff of movie formulas for kids ranging from age 5 thru early teens. First you must have a lovable but pathetic sort of main character that early on must prove something to himself if not the entire world. Second this character must have some sort of love interest, but keep it clean, just a crush sort of thing, perhaps a chaste kiss at the end. Third, there must be some adventure that kids will like with their budding imaginations and what better to meet this criteria than dragons? Every little kid imagines dragons all about, under the bed, perhaps right outside the window.

If I sound jaded please indulge. This was a very enjoyable movie, it had a splendid, if somewhat convoluted story, you had the Vikings all involved and these fellows made great 3D images alongside the fire-breathing dragons.

It’s just that with granddaughter I’ve been to many of these sorts of movies and so far the winner is “UP” but that’s just me.

I’d give this movie an A- if not a solid A for the storyline, adventure, graphics and the 3D is always a great way to watch a movie. Granddaughter adores 3D movies.

But let’s not kid ourselves that this movie is cinema of a mighty intellectual caliber. Still, movie genres, even the formulaic, can be done badly but “How To Train Your Dragon” was done wonderfully.

A few nitpicks: The main dragon character, intriguingly named “Toothless”, really didn’t look all that scary. In fact, he looked like a pet dog. This sort of dragon was characterized in the movie as the most vicious kind of all but those big puppy-dragon eyes and humorous name was a bit incongruous with this depiction.

In addition, the plot line about the dragons’ lair and why they had to raid the Vikings’ livestock was very unclear to me. There was a big bogeyman dragon but the relationship of that dragon to the other dragons was a bit fuzzy. Was it the Queen of all dragons or was it the slaveholder of all the dragons?

Not that 6-year-old granddaughter questioned any of this and she fell in love with Toothless, something I suspect the animators intended.

Thus to those readers with kids do not fear that the vague storylines will distract from the young human’s enjoyment of the film one bit.
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Easter 2010 Visit to Mom-Mom’s…- A Most Well Behaved Child

There’s good news and there’s bad news concerning granddaughter’s most recent visit during her school spring vacation break of 2010.

The good news is that she is a remarkably well-behaved child.

The bad news is that she is a remarkably well-behaved child.



Husband has a nephew a couple of years older than Kaitlyn. He’s a handsome young man but as legend would have it, he’s a bit of a handful.

First, he’s a little boy and no matter what the Fema-Nazis might tell you, there’s major differences in the behaviors of little boys versus little girls. But even allowing for this, it seems to me that husband’s nephew is nowhere near as well-behaved as Kaitlyn.

Husband tends to look upon his nephew’s childish exploits with a wink and a nod, smiling a big one as he iterates yet another bit of mischief on behalf of errant nephew. I must smile too because frankly I’ve yet to hear of any of the boy’s actions that are beyond the pale of normal but he does get into trouble in such a fashion that would have the perfectly behaved Kaitlyn sobbing in shame deep into the night.

I love Kaitlyn, but of course. And of course I am proud of how well-behaved she is. Yet I worry. I think Kaitlyn could use perhaps a soupcon of husband’s rascally nephew’s mischieviousness. This country was not founded on the meek of soul is what I’m saying here and there’ve been times when I wanted to slap Kaitlyn alongside the head that she defend herself what say you? At her recent birthday party, there was another kid all opening KAITLYN’S gifts and I had to stop the kid from doing this while Kaitlyn just sat by and let the little monster open her gifts.

Kaitlyn makes a full blown career out of getting “perfect kid of the day/week/month/year” awards. She never gets the purple tag, purple being the color of the bad kids. I’m thinking husband’s nephew has one or two of these. She has bookmarks for God’s sake that fall out of her books that are prizes for being most well-behaved, sweetest, lovliest, insert nice adjective here child of the hour.

Again, I love the child. I can take her anywhere and never have to worry about ill-behavior. Folks all around her remark on how well-behaved she is, and she is.

Yet I recall the incident of the little boy at bible school. Seems the children attending the summer bible school were to perform a skit of some sort for the parents. As part of the skit, the children were to exit, or enter I’m not sure, the stage, with a pre-assigned partner, of the opposite sex I think but again am not sure. The young tot assigned to walk with Kaitlyn stopped right during the live presentation and for some reason refused to walk with Kaitlyn as scripted and practiced. Kaitlyn broke down in tears at the slight and humiliation. The bible school teachers rushed to the stage and tried to comfort Kaitlyn while dealing with the oddball little brat boy who refused to walk with my granddaughter. At some point Kaitlyn was comforted enough to walk the stage without that kid with no taste.

When I found about this incident I told Kaitlyn, with my tongue in cheek, that she should have called me up and I’d have gone right down there and punched that kid right in the nose.

“Un-nuh,” Kaitlyn said to that suggestion. For it would be bad behavior to punch the little kid in the nose though Mom-Mom would wipe the floor with him in a New York second.

Now I’m not saying that husband’s rascally nephew would punch another child in the nose who would suddenly refuse to walk the stage with him as planned, practiced and assigned. But I’m thinking he wouldn’t stand up on the stage and break down in tears either. I’m thinking young nephew would probably spend one, maybe two seconds trying to cajole a reluctant child who would not walk with him. Then, as I envision it, young nephew would take on a big smile and walk across the damn stage all by himself, indeed, and likely with a spring in his step and an air of importance that he should be so special as to not need another child alongside to share the spotlight.

Heh.

At any rate, lest God strike me dead for sounding in any way that I regret having such a well-behaved granddaughter, let me shut up right now.

I marveled constantly at Kaitlyn’s wonderful behavior. During those times when Mom-Mom told her to go entertain herself she dutifully sat at her little table and chair and worked diligently on creating wonderful drawings with cheap paper and crayons. When I plopped her in the bathtub she played for so long I had to go in and pull her out complete with her fingers shriveled up and wrinkled as if she were 90. When we were at the church and as the choir practiced before mass begins, and well before she would be called to the Little Apostle Sunday School, she took an offered piece of music as we tuned up and yes she did, the child stood and sang along with the rest of us and further, after we were done our practice round Kaitlyn continued, “reading” the music and not doing half bad. She raised her voice when the notes went high and lowered it as the notes went down and soon the entire choir was giggling at this next American Idol wannabe.

In the movie she only once, and toward the end and with reluctance, asked to go pee and I appealed to her to stay for just the remaining fifteen minutes left to go in the movie. I know she had to go as I did too and I knew that she really didn’t want to have to leave just then but she had to be uncomfortable. At any rate she managed to sit still until the movie was over then we both ran to the rest room.

She sits quietly in the car, always hooking up her seatbelt before the car should move. She exits the car safely and promptly places both hands on the doors of the vehicle, a rule insisted upon by yon Mom-Mom who wishes to avoid the child suddenly bolting into the driving area from between parked cars, an action difficult to do if both hands are placed steadfast on the parked car’s door. She watches her DVD at night while Mom-Mom watches the big TV and she goes to sleep as she is told.

She doesn’t whine and complain when she is told an activity is finished. She fetches her shoes at the play McDonalds as I instruct. She puts her toys away as told.

Seriously. The kid is great. She tends to get a little melo-dramatic at times but she’s smart enough to know when she goes from believable to the stuff of the Lifetime Movie Network.

I think she needs just a bit more spunk is what I’m suggesting here. Maybe I’ll arrange for Kaitlyn to spend some time with that mischievious nephew.

Below a movie compilation of Kaitlyn’s visit.







”Irish Eyes”-A Restaurant Featuring Comfort Meals That Might Kill You

Let me sum it up by stating that if southern Delaware’s infamous “Irish Eyes” restaurant was in New York Mayor Bloomberg would shut it down toot de sweet and have the owners thrown in jail for attempted murder.

New York, along with Nanny Bloomberg, is on a mission to make all New Yorkers healthy, already prohibiting foods fried in trans-fat and on a mission to cut salt usage drastically.

On a recent visit to Irish Eyes restaurant located in Lewes, Delaware I ordered a concoction that would have Bloomberg beating up the cook bejeesus with a billy club.

Irish Eyes, Lewes Delaware restaurant, web site.

Which is not to say that I didn’t quite enjoy the meal but go with me here, as one with a heart-bypass and a penchant for racking up high cholesterol, I could only indulge in this sort of dinner maybe once, twice a year, tops.

I began the meal with a fine appetizer, heart-approved, of something called “almost famous” cucumber bruschetta.

The treat consisted of about six pieces of Melba type toast drizzled with balsamic vinegar. The “bruschetta” contained tiny, perfect squares of feta cheese and fresh cucumber.

Bruschetta is a dish one normally associates with tomatoes, perhaps onions, some celery, chopped up finely. It is a sort of watery salsa usually scooped up with a piece of dried toast type bread or large crackers. The only problem I had with this Irish Eyes “almost famous” bruschetta is those perfectly square pieces of feta cheese. Good feta cheese is crumbly. You get those exactly square pieces of the stuff and you’ve got a very processed sort of feta cheese, not the very earthly tasting cheese made from goat’s milk. Like American cheese can be processed and formed into perfect blocks and manipulated to become the stuff of velveeta, so can feta cheese. Indeed, this feta cheese was certainly edible but it was lacking. If Irish Eyes would use real feta cheese maybe this bruschetta dish would finally become famous. The fresh cucumbers, however, and the Melba toast with the balsamic vinegar were perfect. This appetizer had the zesty feel of a summer garden.



For my entrée I chose a dish called “Seafood Shepherd’s Pie”.

I’d debated long before the anticipated visit whether to get that very Irish meal of corned beef and cabbage. Since I am very Irish in ancestry, I love corned beef and some kind of pork, cooked in a big pot along with plenty of potatoes, of course. But I balked. First, I like my cabbage boiled to nothing-hood, not that I’m proud of this. Restaurants of this day tend to barely boil vegetables, serving them in the trendy “crisp-tender” final product. I say phooey on that. If I want a salad, I’ll ask for a salad, darn it.

Thus I did not want to order what I’d hope would be a big plate of mushy cabbage with potatoe pieces to the side and a couple of healthy slices of corned beef and instead get a wedge of “crisp tender” cabbage and some chewy potatoes.

But Shepherd’s Pie? How could you go wrong with this?

Shepherd’s pie is another English/Irish dish, consisting of at a minimum a combination of mashed potatoes over some sort of protein in gravy. Beyond that shepherd’s pie is a cook’s creation and could include the addition of various vegetables with meat ranging from stew beef to ground beef.

The Irish Eyes concoction added a layer of melted cheese over the mashed potatoes and hey, that sounded fine to me.

The dish also included shrimp, big hunks of scallops and some lobster meat in a creamy gravy that contained fresh tomatoes, zuchinni, carrots and celery. I dislike zuchinni and yes it came “crisp-tender” so I pulled all this out. The cheese layer over the mashed potatoes, folks it was a bit over the top and I could not have finished that big plate of melted goo on a dare. But it was very good, yes it was. Took me two days to eat it at home and this was for the best in that my cholesterol rose just looking at this dish.

Husband had fish and chips. The fish looked to be fried just perfect though I didn’t take a bite. I already had more than I could handle with that shepherd’s pie.

I ordered an appetizer of wings in sesame-honey sauce to go plus I had a Margarita. Our bills for the meal, the two appetizers, one drink and two entrees was $60.00 which included a nice tip. Service was excellent by the way. Those wings were delicious after a quick heat in the microwave the following day.

Yes I’d go to Irish Eyes again but I’d have to limit such eating adventures to once a year. I’m not sure about husband as this sort of fare is definitely not the sort of stuff he enjoys. We only went this one time because…well it’s a long story.


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OUTBACK Restaurant, Review; Guest-Spaceships Quiver

Here’s a review of the Outback Steak House and sure, it’s a chain thing, it’s not considered even close to gourmet, it’s like the Walmart of steak houses.

But folks you can’t beat that Bloomin’ Onion in even the swankiest of steak joints. A review of a recent eating experience at Outback tells it all.

Guest Writer Michelle writes of a Close Encounter of the Cutest Kind.

She gave up a stint on Oprah for the experience but us readers we learn the entire story as it really came down.


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Outback, the True Story of This Walmart of Steak Joints



Husband made the choice of restaurant for the night and he chose Outback Steak House.

Not that he didn’t have a plethora of eatery choices, goodness, what with us living in a resort area and plenty of steak houses all about.

The choice was fine with me as a)like I say, it was HIS choice and what sort of bad sport would I be to complain about his birthday desire? And b)hey, I like Outback, at least I did on the few prior occasions that had me as a patron of the steak chain.

WEB SITE FOR OUTBACK

Seems to me one can get a right decent steak item, a potato of some sort, perhaps a salad and a roll, at Outback, and for a reasonable price.

Outback has taken the same route as so many restaurants today, which is to charge for a side salad and many side orders. The times are tough, so the saying goes, and by making those items that were once normally part of the dinner a la carte, the restaurant can pull in more cash without actually raising the price of the meals.

It’s a bit of a scam is what I’m saying here but I’ll allow that an argument can be made that there was waste in giving to salads to non-salad folks and a basket of rolls often went to waste.

In many of the meals offered on the Outback menu, a side potato of some sort was included in the price of the dinner and all meals came with a small loaf type thing of warm whole wheat bread. It was good bread as most warm breads are but I prefer the white stuff, yeah, all that gluten, filled with warm sweet-smelling yeast.

Most steak houses offer battered fried onions in some form and fashion. Husband is a big fan of these things although he’ll run screaming from any meal I’d dare serve him at home containing any sort of onion stuff.

We’ve had huge fried onion ring things, onion loaf devices, round things that pretended to have onions within but were mostly fried breadcrumbs. Nothing compares to Outback’s “Blooming Onion”, nothing, not anywhere, not anyhow.

Outback sure has a winner with this menu entrée. All tables around me held a platter of this Blooming Onion thing, shared by the patrons around the table, all dipping and talking and enjoying this splendid appetizer. The dip served with the Blooming Onion is as good as the appetizer itself.

A Blooming onion is an onion cut with some sort of geometrically even device that creates a round onion flower, all the onion “petals” easy to pull from the main onion body. The thing presents quite nicely. The entire onion bloom is dipped into some sort of batter and fried; fried very nicely in fact.

The Blooming Onion won’t make your arteries any softer but it’s not dripping with grease. There’s a pleasant crunchiness to the onion petals and the grease does not overwhelm or distract from the mild onion taste.



One of the biggest surprises of our meal was something called “Walkabout Soup”. Another pleasant surprise, a cup of the stuff was included in my husband’s dinner. Since this is a man who hates to eat with a soup spoon, he told me to order what I wanted as he would eschew the soup.

I don’t know why it’s called “Walkabout Soup” but this is allegedly an Austrailian restaurant chain and those Aussies tend to have cute nicknames for everything. It’s really a “soup du jour” and that evening it was a splendid Cream of Potato Soup.

The soup was delicious in fact, a real surprise. The soup’s cream base was only slightly thickened, not the library paste so many restaurants like to add vegetables to and call soup. There were some green onions sprinkled within, some perfectly cooked potato cubes and it had a pleasant mild spicy taste to it.

Husband had, what else, a New York strip steak. I had a special dinner, one of many featured on the Outback menu.

These specials usually include two main items, smaller portions of each to be sure. Mine was a few slices of something called “tenderloin steak” served alongside a small platter of stuffed shrimp, costing $15.99.

I found the shrimp to be overwhelmed with, well it wasn’t butter, in the true sense of the word. It was that stuff restaurants serve with fish that looks like, and almost tastes like, butter. The shrimp were good, however, nice and tender, a good size. If they’d stop serving them swimming in that oily stuff they’d be a real hit.

The “tenderloin” that came with my meal was, again, not real beef. Like the meat didn’t real come from the hind-quarters of the cow. This tenderloin was some sort of meat that is somehow “re-processed”…somehow ground up and re-formed to look like a slice of a real loin of a cow.

It tasted okay, really, but I wasn’t fooled.

Husband’s steak was real, however. He pronounced it a bit “chewy”, a description he gives to many food items since he had all his top teeth pulled and replaced with dentures. Not that his dentures don’t work fine but hey, they’re not real teeth I must suppose.

I had a bit of that NY strip and thought it was of the right amount of “chewiness”, this was real teeth though my teeth aren’t top notch either.

I had one drink at the Outback, what with husband driving and myself seldom indulging in any sort of alcohol type of drink. Wow. The drinks at the Outback like to kill.

I had to search the entire menu to find one under eight bucks and this was some sort of specialty drink that cost $4.99. It was a good drink and I’d buy it again. But I can afford one. The Outback Steak House is not the place to enjoy a leisurely meal preceeded by a few fine drinks to make us mellow.

Our bill, with a generous tip, came to $69.00. While this isn’t cheap by any means, I’d challenge the meal, drink, warm bread, good meat, fabulous blooming onion and soup, is as good as that purchased at a more expensive steak joint.

Go for a nice meal and, if for no other reason, that Blooming Onion.

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My First Contact
copyright 2009 Michelle Hakala

When the pulsing glow settled to the ground and faded in front of my car that night, it was hard to tell who was more surprised, me or it.

I wasn't in the mood for little green men from Mars, and while I know my first reaction should have been awe or surprise, what actually came out of my mouth was, "Oh, shit." I was dismayed at the interruption, and knew that no matter what that light was, it boded ill for my relaxing evening. I resented the intrusion.

Reluctantly I pulled up to a stop and waited. I didn't want to be the one who ran over our first visitors from space, but I really didn't want to be the one to greet them, either. News opportunities and a spot on Oprah? Not my cup of tea. I clutched the steering wheel and fumed.

It brought a whole new meaning to "road rage," but I could see no way around it. The stupid thing had landed in front of my Honda and there was no one else in sight on the deserted country lane. I sighed and turned the engine off, leaving the headlights on so I could see. If I was to be light-rayed to death tonight, I at least wanted to see it coming.

In a depression of the road (which admittedly may have already been there before and not caused by the little spaceship's landing) sat the cutest little spaceship I'd ever seen. Okay, so I've not seen so many of them, but hey, I watch television. The craft . . . well, I hoped it was a craft and not the actual being itself. After all, I'd seen "Batteries Not Included," too. The craft lay still and dark. From what I could tell in the beams of my headlights it was about three feet across. The wings - they looked like wings - swooped backward away from me, and made up a large portion of the surface of the craft. It didn't match anything I'd seen, and I certainly wasn't going to believe some idiot authority if they told me I'd seen a "weather balloon."

As I stood there assessing the vehicle, it quivered. Now, I'm not making this up. The only word I can put to the motion the craft made was a quiver. You've maybe seen the way a horse twitches when a fly lands on it? Just like that, the craft quivered. I made a quick recalculation about whether the craft might be the actual being. I didn't think metal or plastic could move that way.

Of course, this likely wasn't anything man-made, right?

With a bigger shudder, the craft rose a bit, out of the hole. I could see then that the pothole had probably already been there. Maybe it was a bit bigger now, but the bottom was full of something wet and slushy, leftover from the rain a couple days ago. If the hole hadn't been there, the craft's creation of it wouldn't have filled it with any type of liquid. Would it? I couldn't be certain of anything, could I? Maybe the poor thing wet its pants on landing in front of my mean and nasty Honda.



I sighed. It was an involuntary reflex to my thoughts, but the craft *heard* me. It reacted violently, attempting to rise further. Something made a "ping!" noise and the thing crashed into the pothole
again.

Suddenly I felt bad for it. Here I thought it was messing up *my* day and the thing was terrified. I was pretty big, and I'd been vomited out of my car, so what must this alien think I was? I couldn't imagine what I'd be thinking if I were in similar circumstances. What to do? I couldn't coddle it; it would no more understand that than it did my getting out of the car.

I couldn't teach it music or numbers, either, like I saw in several other first contact-y movies. I could tell what it wanted was to get away from me, and since it hadn't vaporized me where I stood it must not have any weapons, either. Or at least none that worked on me. Maybe it had tried! How would I know, if there was no effect?

So. It wanted - needed - to get away. Back to the mothership, over to Europe, phone home, whatever. I wanted to go home and continue my plans for a relaxing night. Maybe I could still avoid Oprah. What could the thing need to leave?

I ticked off everything I knew about alien lifeforms. It could need fuel. It could need nourishment. Maybe the craft needed repair. But how was I to know which or what when I couldn't communicate with it?

As I stood there pondering my options (none that I could see), the craft rose again. Just a bit, enough for me to see the pothole again. This time, there was no glitter of moisture in the headlight beams. But moments ago the hole was wet! Where'd the water go?

You don't have to hit me over the head with a broomstick twice. The thing might only need water to get home. Or to Europe. Whatever. If I gave it water, it might go away, and it might know in the giving that I was harmless, even if it still didn't know I wasn't Honda puke.

I rushed to the trunk of my car, where I had a gallon of water stashed for just this sort of emergency. Well, maybe not *this* sort of emergency, but for emergencies, anyway. This qualified. I got the gallon and opened it.

Now what? Splash it over the thing? I got a quick image of salt shakers and birds' tails. I didn't want to ground it! Okay, so it was sucking the liquid out of the pothole. Maybe I could add to what had already been there. If I could get close enough. If it didn't think I was trying to drown it. Hell, it could be aquatic, for all I knew. A space waterbug, looking for a big swimming pool. I sloshed the water around in the jug as I walked slowly toward the thing.

It didn't move, and I took that for a good sign. Trouble was, I couldn't pour the water into the hole if the thing was lodged in it. Maybe I could make that understood. I dribbled just a little water on
the edge of one wing and was rewarded with a quiver. I dribbled a bit more and the wing . . . folded in. It just went into the side of the thing and I couldn't see it anymore. The other wing remained thrust out. Perhaps the hidden wing was simply folded against the body, like a bird does. In the lighting, I couldn't be sure. Regardless, I now had access to a corner of the hole. I poured the water in, careful to get all of it in the hole.

The jug was empty, and I backed away. The wing came back out, covering the hole. I waited, both of us motionless. Underneath, I hoped it was getting rid of the water. I heard nothing, though. Surely I'd hear gurgling or something?

Ping! The craft shot up out of the hole, hovered about eye level, and flashed some lights as the pulsing glow I'd originally seen resumed. I swear I heard the musical tones from "Close Encounters," but I think it was my imagination. The craft darted away, leaving me standing
alongside Honda headlight beams illuminating an empty - and dry - pothole. I sighed, put the gallon jug in my trunk and got back in my car.

For the briefest of moments, I mourned the passing of the Oprah opportunity. Well, yes, I did. But as I say, it was the briefest of moments. Gone as quickly as it came, and I sighed again in relief as I started my car.

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Cloudy..Meatballs,Dance Stars,True Crime,Book Review...Much More


Sure it's kid-oriented formulaic and it's no "Up" but it's an entertaining film that adults and children will quite enjoy.

It will also make a great DVD gift for Christmas and for future reminiscing viewing.

It's "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs".
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Dancing With the Stars Begins to take on a personality in this autumn 2009 contest.

Reports on who danced what, who's out, who might win, who definitely won't win, score grids and general gossip/speculation.

All with pics and video you'll find nowhere else on the Internet.
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Sue Scheff ran a little business referring troubled teenagers to appropriate programs based on a diagnosed need. Her lawyer John W. Dozier Jr. successfully prosecuted the case to a multi-million dollar settlement.

What you don't know about Google, search engines, laws on free speech and how to defend reputation and business could ruin your life.

These two authors give a compelling narrative on how it came down and how to avoid the same happening to you.
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"Get the pretzel salad," my choir member told me after recommending Georgia House for a good but inexpensive dinner out.

I did have the pretzel salad. Also a huge chicken fried steak while husband had blackened catfish with a zesty cajun bite.

The cost of this meal, with plenty of leftovers for future meals and dog, was as big a surprise as the pretzel salad.
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Thoughts this week is filled with, eh, thoughts.

Featured this week
…Dancing With the Stars or American Idol at the White House

…What I refuse to believe about that nobel peace prize…some speculation on why this sudden surprise

….My personal rant against Charlie Rangel…I spare him no anger cause Delaware’s not cutting me any slack

…keeping a White House Olympic Office…why?

…Shopping lists and breast cancer…the connection…the scam?

….that hilarious White House Doctor hoax

…Palin’s daughter’s baby daddy a pinup guy…why he’ll regret is someday

….dog poop on air force 1?

….Mike Castle running for senator from Delaware…why he’ll never get my vote
….stimulus money for Saudi Arabia? We’re not making this up.

…The REAL reason why congress won’t put that health care bill online…or Speculation is what we do.

…End with a smile…a town full of lesbians.
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This week we have:

-More police bad luck and a correction to my last week bad luck cop story from astute reader.

-Lots of Bad parents stories…the worst is the fellow who drowned his three children going on trial soon, a woman who says her baby was aborted but there’s serious doubt. On to parents who got their sentence for praying instead of getting medical help for their curable daughter, to a real smart one who allowed her child to ride in a box on top of the vane on to a mother who let her 13 year old son actually DRIVE the van.

-Dave Letterman thought he was going to joke this way out of this. Only problem is the guy is a creep and his creepiness is being exposed drip by tortuous drip.

-And those who hastily defended that child rapist Roman Polanski looking stupider by the day. An update on this creep.

-A rape victim ordered to undergo a psychiatric evaluation..that’s right, the VICTIM.

-He got drunk and killed his identical twin brother. This saddest of stories ends tragically.

-she lived a happening 100 years to get strangled in her nursing home.


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White House Latin Music Night

So okay, a Latin music night at the White House. That’s cool. My invite must have gotten lost in the mail.

HERE.
The White House says Marc Anthony, Gloria Estefan and Jose Feliciano plan to join the event. Other entertainers will include Jimmy Smits, Pete Escovedo, George Lopez, Thalia, Los Lobos, Tito "El Bambino" and Aventura. Sheila E. will lead the house band.




Jimmy Smits is a singer? Who knew?

The Nobel Peace Prize

There’s not much more I can say about President Obama receiving a Nobel Peace prize or even, one should smile, come up with any mockery of same.

I will offer the official contact URL of the Nobel Peace Prize should anyone want to complain.

Well no I don’t want to complain. Good for President Obama. I guess.

First, I want to make sure that when Granddaughter Kaitlyn Mae someday reads this Blog she knows that Barack Obama receiving the Nobel peace prize was NOT widely view by the American public as deserved. Heck, even Obama said he did nothing to deserve it. Before they change the history books is what I’m saying here.

I will address one more issue on the matter then let the laughter continue.

I do not, for one single millisecond, think that this came as any surprise to the White House. I think very little that goes on here on earth is a surprise to the White House except maybe 9-11-01 and that’s only because Clinton wasn’t paying attention what with Monica and everything.

I suggest softly that it’s very possible that Obama himself ASKED to be awarded the prize.

Lookit, the Nobel peace prize has been a joke since failure Jimmy Carter got one. And Yassar Arafat? Isn’t this the guy who is buried in somebody’s back yard and whose body got dropped all over the place on his funeral day? The guy was a TERRORIST!

Al Gore? For his silly ghost-written tome on that joke known as global warming?

And finally, yes folks, Thomas Friedman. A reporter for the New York Times, a very liberal bought and paid for reporter I suggest, he got a Nobel prize for economics. Heh.

We should believe these prizes are legit, not financed by Arab oil money from somewhere?

To each his own. I’m quite sure that Obama was promised a Nobel peace prize when damn, Bill Clinton should have gotten one for his work helping tsunami victims for God’s sake.

I think Obama was so upset over the Copenhagen debacle that he asked to be given his promised peace prize this past week figuring the award would erase the ridicule over that piece of hubris.

We laugh every day at this administration and yet, oddly, the laughs keep on coming.

My Personal Vendetta Against Charlie Rangel



So let’s take a quick look at Charlie Rangel’s transgressions.

- Evading taxes on $1.3 million in income derived from multiple properties and failing to disclose hundreds of thousands of dollars of assets and income.

- Accusations of taking a $1 million contribution to the Rangel Center at City College from a wealthy businessman who later got a lucrative tax break for his company.

-Accepting a Citigroup-funded trip to the Caribbean in November 2008, when the bank was bleeding the bailout funds dry.

- Unreported rental income from a vacation villa in the Dominican Republic that Rangel failed to acknowledge when filling out financial disclosure forms.

The House voted down a resolution to remove Charlie from his powerful chairmanship of the House Ways and Means committee. But of course. Why the hell should he pay taxes on his wealth?

Now let me tell you my story.

I used to smoke. Yes, stopped in 2006 but I once smoked like a chimney, didn’t many of us?

I wanted to get my cigarettes cheap so I ordered them over the Internet. I got them cheap all right and it was not illegal to do so over the Internet.

Delaware has a tobacco tax which I did not know about and now, in retrospect, I discover, what with threats of losing my house, my livlihood, my credit rating, my cigarettes weren’t so cheap after all.

I must pay a year’s worth of tobacco taxes on those cigarettes I bought over the Internet, from 2005 for God’s sake what the hell were these Delaware people paid to collect this stuff doing for their salary anyway?

I stopped smoking folks. Delaware offers help to anyone who stops smoking but I never bothered the fine state with my efforts to quit. Delaware now has a model citizen who does not smoke, which would be me.

Last year I had a quadruple heart bypass and husband had a horrific brain infection. He almost died. Still recovering from my bypass, I had to administer liquid antibiotic to him four times a day, middle of night, constant care.

Now we struggle to pay the medical bills.

Delaware sends me notice that I owe this money from years ago. I call my local representative and beg for relief. I tell my story. Delaware sends me a letter warning that I will have a judgement placed against me, if I ever try to buy a car, sell my house, this judgement will hurt me.

WHY NOT CRUCIFY ME WHILE YOU’RE AT IT?

I gotta pay this money to Delaware although they did arrange a payment plan.

Folks, good ole Charlie gets a pass, VOTED on by my House of Representatives.

I gotta pay the money, folks.

AND YOU WONDER WHY I AM BITTER?

Maxine Waters’ defense of Charlie Rangel doesn’t make me feel any better:
Rep. Maxine Waters (D-Calif.) downplayed the seriousness of allegations against Rangel that he failed to disclose sources of income and pay taxes on some properties, saying that many lawmakers suffer from innocent lapses in judgment when filing mandatory financial disclosure forms.

“I want to tell you, there are many members who, if you go back over all of their records, over all of the years, you’re going to find that there were disclosures that were not made,” Waters said during an appearance on MSNBC Wednesday morning.

Why, oh why, does a couple surviving a heart bypass and a brain infection get their very lives threatened while Charlie Rangel gets a pass?

Somebody answer me, please.

Ted Kennedy, What a Guy!

Make no mistake, the source for this is the National Enquirer:
Ted Kennedy slept with more than a thousand women - and spent at least $10 million in hush money over the years to keep his skirt-chasing a secret!

The late senator made those sensational confessions in a chapter of his autobiography, but horrified family members and advisers cut them out.

The National Enquirer is the paper that had the first scoop on the fabulous and fine John Edwards, right? Oh, let’s not forget OJ’s shoes.

This before this story is pooh-poohed by those who consider the Kennedys next to God.

Why a Permanent White House Olympics Office

So the White House Olympics office established in June of this year to help Chicago procure a spot for the Olympic bid is now permanent?
Despite the embarrassing rejection of his effort to lure the 2016 Olympic Games to his hometown of Chicago, President Barack Obama will keep the first-ever White House Olympic Office, POLITICO has learned.

Headed by Valerie Jarrett and a staff of eight, of course. She did lose the chance to sell her slum properties after all and needs a job.

If you didn’t read my post on the Olympic fiasco, complete with a “fly-on-the-wall” scene, read it HERE.

Goodness, Charlie Rangel might have to start paying his taxes we keep all these czars and now, coming to a neighborhood near you, new White House Offices!

From Grocery Stores to Football Wear

So I watched the Ravens give away a football game in the last 60 seconds of the game this afternoon, 10/11/09, and I notice all the football players are wearing pink!

I understand that this is Breast Cancer Awareness month, with a motto, as an aside, to “support a pair of breasts near you” or some such…the jokes ,they write themselves.

I’m skeptical.

No, not that raising money, and awareness, of breast cancer, is a bad thing. But last week I tried to compile my grocery list and I got exasperated.

See the picture below.



The local grocery stores, it seems, and some food producers, are donating money to a breast cancer group for every purchase of certain food products.

I can’t tell if these products are marked down because SOME of them are. In other instances, there’s no sale of any kind but somebody somewhere would allegedly contribute money to breast cancer charities for every purchase.

Folks if this isn’t a recipe to defraud than nothing is.

Although I doubt, let me say right now, that there’s any attempt to cheat customers, especially in the larger grocery chains. I do think that by sticking this stuff in the weekly bargain circular there’s some attempt, however slight, to confuse the grocery buyer.

Sure if I had a choice between product A and product B, with both being same price and equal quality, but with product A offering a contribution to breast cancer charity, or any other charity for that matter, for my purchase, I’d pick the one offering to give money to charity, why not if it’s all the same to me?

But I don’t much appreciate being deliberately confused about what’s on sale and what’s not.

Why even put this sort of thing in the weekly bargain circular? Why not just put up a big pink sign right in front of the product rack in the store? Putting products in the bargain circular is, by design, inferring that the pictured product is on SALE, not that money will be given to charity for purchase.

Bah, humbug.

More Laughs From This Administration

Just as soon as the news reporter said that all the doctors in attendance at Obama’s rose garden joke were wearing white coats I smirked.



In fact after my nap I informed husband about what I’d heard, mentioning that, amazingly, all the doctors showed up WEARING THEIR WHITE COATS!

Husband, who still has scars on his brain from his brain infection, shrugged, not realizing the joke.

“What, you think doctors wear their white coats to White House rose garden receptions?” I said to obtuse husband. He looked lost.

From Michelle Malkin.com:
President Obama yesterday rolled out the red carpet — and handed out doctors’ white coats as well, just so nobody missed his hard-sell health-care message.

In a heavy-handed attempt at reviving support for health-care reform, the White House orchestrated a massive photo op to buttress its claim that front-line physicians support Obama.

Later that evening husband informed me that he finally got the joke. He also explained that what with all the hospitals he’d been in he’d never seen a doctor WITHOUT a white coat.

Adding to this administration peeing upon our feet while telling us it’s raining, we discover Obama’s “impartial” doctors were culled from a list of Democratic donors:
President Obama presented his cadre of Doctors as if they were there only because they supported his Obamacare polices. But even The New York Times is casting doubt on that assumption by reporting that the group that assisted Team Obama to round up the Doctors was once called “Doctors For Obama” during the late campaign.

As noted below, the group that supplied many of the doctors for the Rose Garden event, Doctors for America, is a nonprofit organization that grew out of Doctors for Obama, which worked to help elect the president. But it also appears to be working closely with Organizing for America, Mr. Obama’s political organization.

Rahm and Axelrod, heh, they must think we are really stupid out here in la-la land. Or else they think we all have brain scars like husband.

Levi Johnston Soon to Pose Nude in Playgirl

First, I read somewhere that Playgirl, a magazine with male nudes, was read mostly by our homosexual brethren. I have absolutely no proof of this, but so I read. Somewhere.

From People.com:
Levi Johnston has laid bare life with the Palin family. Now he's about to expose much more – himself.

Rex Butler, a lawyer for the 19-year-old father of Sarah Palin's grandchild, says it is a "foregone conclusion" Johnston will pose nude for Playgirl

I have no problem with this fellow getting the most of his soon to expire 15 minutes of fame. Further, let him make all the money he can. It’s the American way.

But someday this young man will become a not so young man. Someday he will still have a son who will become a young man himself. Someday that young man will see, via the Internet, what a fool his father made of himself.

Youth is always wasted on the young.

Bo Doing Number Two Everywhere

This is a story that people talk in whispers about. It seems that first dog Bo does his business in the most unlikely of places, including Air Force 1:

It’s certainly understandable that if the pooch has to go while he’s flying around up in the air that the poor thing has to do what he has to do. And no, I don’t think the President of the U.S. should be picking up dog poop. But according to the story linked above, Bo’s business was left uncared for and a flight attendant almost slipped on it.

I also do not believe the quote from Obama BELOW:
“We go out and we’re walking and I’m picking up poop, and in the background is the beautifully lit White House,” the president said. “It’s quite a moment.”

If Obama picks up Bo’s poop while he’s out walking the dog why on earth doesn’t he pick it up on Air Force 1?

Speaking of Dogs

According to the article, this case would have been taken up this past Tuesday, 10/5/09 :
WASHINGTON -- On the first Tuesday of October, the second day of its new session, the Supreme Court will take up the case of a dog lover whose bloody pit bull fighting videos have raised questions on whether free speech protects the sale of horrific scenes of animal cruelty.

There’s a fellow in jail for selling videos of horrific dog fights so this is an interesting case.

The defense says the video entrepreneur was only exercising his right to free speech when he sells videos of bloody dogs.

We’ll keep an eye on this as I haven’t heard of any resolution.

Delaware’s Mike Castle Runs for Joe Biden’s Spot



Above is a picture of me with Representative Mike Castle, two time Governor of Delaware and ten term Delaware’s ONLY Representative in America’s house.

Beau Biden, son of Joe, is expected to run for Senate, for his rightful inheritance, so it goes nowadays, of his father’s seat.

HERE.

Once upon a time I believed it when the Delaware pubs told me that we had to support Castle “just one more time”.

I know that if anyone can defeat that Biden name (Beau Biden is just a kid with little experience at anything), it would be Mike Castle.

I stopped believing and supporting Mike Castle once he voted FOR Cap N Trade. I do not believe for a minute that Castle could ever believe that making Delawarians pay almost double for electricity is good for them. I don’t know why he did what he did, only one of three pubs in the House to support this joke of a legislation, but I simply will NOT vote for Mike Castle ever again as long as I draw a breath.

Just say NO. I’ll either vote for the Democrat who doesn’t lie about being a Democrat or I’ll not vote for that spot at all.

Never, never, never again. Mike Castle peed on my feet and told me it’s raining one time too many.

Aid to Saudi Arabia?
We are not making this up:
BANGKOK — There are plenty of needy countries at the U.N. climate talks in Bangkok that make the case they need financial assistance to adapt to the impacts of global warming. Then there are the Saudis.

Saudi Arabia has led a quiet campaign during these and other negotiations — demanding behind closed doors that oil-producing nations get special financial assistance if a new climate pact calls for substantial reductions in the use of fossil fuels.

That’s it folks. Demand a new stimulus package. We gotta help the poor sons of camels who sent 18 out of the 19 hijackers over here to hijack our lawfully flying airplanes and kill over 3000 American citizens.



Why No Health Bill Online?



I watched my own fine Senator Carper hem and haw over whether the text of that wretched health care bill would be put online with enough time for us idiots to actually read the thing.

Carper had a valid reason for that hemming and hawing. I’ll let the folks at HOTAIR.com tell you the reason why:
The Baucus Concepts are disasterous, but that’s for another post. For this post, let me get across a simple concept: THERE IS NO BAUCUS BILL.

Your esteemed Senators on the Senate Finance Committee will not be voting on legislation because THERE IS NO BAUCUS BILL.
Your esteemed Senators have so little respect for you that some of them are willing to vote in favor of legislation which does not exist because THERE IS NO BAUCUS BILL.

The actual legislation will be drafted in secret by Harry Reid and a few other people, including staffers whose names and political connections you never will know, and the resulting legislation will be rammed through the Senate and House before anyone gets to read and analyze it.
Months of debate mean nothing. It’s all smoke and mirrors by people who think you are too stupid to realize what is going on.

THERE IS NO BILL LADIES AND GEMS!

They only have talking points. It’s why the Democrats are fighting tooth and nail the Republican proposed legislation to force congress to post the text of pending bills on the Internet:
House Republicans are leading the fight to force congress to put the text of major legislation online for 72 hours before a vote takes place. Here’s the latest from Republican Leader John Boehner (OH):

They vote on the “talking points” then hire lawyers and legal beagles to write the thing.

Makes for sneaking stuff in the bill a later a lot easier as well.

Ending With a Smile-Lesbian Town

I admit to always being perplexed about the human male’s fascination with women who love other women. By its very nature, lesbianism is the EXCLUSION of men, something, silly me, I’d think men would NOT want.

So the story of a town populated by thousands of man-hating lesbians makes me smile.
SWEDISH tourism bodies have been swamped with inquiries from millions of men captivated by a mythical town rumoured to be home to 25,000 sex-mad lesbians.



The town of "Chako Paul City" is said to have been founded in 1820 in the northern Swedish woods by a wealthy man-hating widow.

There is NO town full of man-hating lesbians but I will always scratch my head at silly human men, testicles in hand, who seek this place as heaven on earth.


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Georgia House…Big Meals, Small Prices

Husband I had originally planned to go to the more famous local pub “Irish Eyes” when an annual visit by his mother was being planned.

“Irish Eyes” seemed like the perfect restaurant locale for our cherished annual meal out, especially that restaurant located on the world famous docks of Lewes harbor.

I called to inquire if a reservation would be needed. Seems they had a fire at Irish Eyes, odd in that the whole damn restaurant had burned to the ground a few years ago. This was a restaurant in serious need of plentiful fire extinguishers.

“Georgia House” a member of my choir exclaimed to my query as to a nice restaurant for mother-in-law visit, a restaurant not necessarily part and parcel of Rehoboth’s tourist scene but one with local color and charm.

Georgia House features something called “pretzel salad” and you don’t get much more charming than that.

The summer season was over in this beachside section of Delaware. As such, reservations are not needed at local eateries, even on a Saturday night. Not so at Georgia House, a charming place located roadside smack in the middle of Milford Delaware, nowhere near the Rehoboth Beach scene.

But there was a line for a table at Georgia House at that admittedly prime time Saturday night hour that husband, myself and mother-in-law arriving for a happening local meal.

We only had about a 20 minute wait and Georgia House had several nice areas to wait for a table.

This is no place to seek a romantic candle-lit quiet dinner with a special lover. Georgia House, like its southern name would suggest, is a restaurant featuring cholesterol-laden fried dishes famed as originating in America’s more southern locales.

This fact required that I get, of course, the chicken fried steak with a side order or redskinned mashed potatoes and, of course again, some pretzel salad.



Mother-in-law too got the chicken fried steak while husband got some fried catfish.

The steak was crisp and BIG, very tender, tasty, smothered with the famous cream gravy this dish requires. Georgia House does offer smaller portion entrees and husband said that the next time we eat there (and we WILL go again) he will get the smaller portions.

Yes the portions are big but I’m a believer in wrapping up uneaten restaurant meals to take home for later meal or hey, we have a dog that quite enjoys day-old chicken fried steak.

Mother-in-laws side dishes of green beans and cole slaw were well-prepared. The cole slaw at the Georgia House is very creamy and a bit addictive from the very first bite. The green beans were long, fresh and crisp-tender, seasoned with a sprinkle of sesame seeds and a perfect side dish to make the diner feel righteous as the pretty beans sit along side that great big fried steak.

Husband felt his catfish was spicy and intriguing. I had some of it later in the form of a lunch a few days later from the “doggy” bag and I thought it was delicious. I’m not a big fan of catfish ordinarily but I’d urge anyone to try that entrée at the Georgia House for a whole new taste sensation. It’s seasoned in a Cajun style and yes, it’s got some zip to it.

Now about this pretzel salad…well I had to order it.

The concoction featured a cream cheese type of base with pretzels spread over this with a layer of jello, of all things, over the top.

Well I just don’t know about this sort of thing with chicken fried steak of Cajun seasoned catfish. Seems to me this is a real nice dessert type of item. However I did eat the entire serving of pretzel salad along with my steak and redskinned mashed taters and, well, it was good. Different, but good.

Georgia House also serves a bangup southern type of sweetened iced tea and the menu was long, varied and intriguing. Rolls are served with the meal, homemade things, warm, yeasty and perfect for the meal’s bread serving.

The prices at Georgia House are as amazing as the pretzel salad. That huge chicken fried steak came in at around $17.00. This includes the big steak, two side orders, those nice warm rolls. Dinner for three cost us around $65.00 that night, which includes tip, drinks but we passed on dessert. I took home plenty of leftovers, enough for two lunches for me later in the week and one treat for the hungry hound.

I consider Georgia House a great find for husband and myself, having been living in the area for over five years now and a bit jaded of the offerings alongside the Route 1 strip.

We’ll definitely be visiting Georgia House again and I understand the restaurant has two other locations, one that serves lunch only right up the street from us!

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Dave Letterman Can’t Joke His Way Out of His Creepiness

All but the most obtuse could tell that Dave Letterman caught his audience by surprise the night he announced, with a bit too much insouciance for comfort, that he’d been sleeping with various women on his staff. The audience laughed because hey, the folks were out for a night on the town, they were expecting comedy!

But folks there’s just times when a subject is way more than we want to know. Dave Letterman is hardly any handsome stud and so far most women with two X chromosomes don’t think much of a man who considers bedding a plethora of women a fine way of life.

It happens, we know it. There’s just something about this Letterman story that makes me want to change the channel every time I see that man’s smirking mug.

The fact that he told that really stupid joke about Sarah Palin’s daughter certainly doesn’t help my attitude. She got knocked up by David Axelrod…yeah that one. It wasn’t even funny and now we find out that ole Dave been hopping in and out of bed like he’s got Viagara instead of blood in his veins.

I don’t think Dave Letterman’s going to survive this. I know he chose to come clean because of all some blackmailer, who will likely never serve a day in jail…come on, has against him. This is the sort of distasteful thing that builds up as revelations come out. Cause we all know, deep in our hearts, that this story isn’t about Dave Letterman having some loving relationship with some woman on his staff eons ago.

We begin with the affair Letterman carried on with Stephanie Birkitt, details here, even AFTER he married his wife and mother of his son and AFTER SHE was allegedly in a relationship with the blackmailer.
Pretty former "Late Show" staffer Stephanie Birkitt revealed in her diary that she continued having sex with boss David Letterman even after moving in with her CBS-producer boyfriend, who later allegedly tried to extort him over the affair, sources told The Post yesterday.



Everybody noticed that Letterman said he’d had sex with (even that phrase is creepy…”had sex with”…no love, no affair, no reference to a relationship…only “had sex with”) SEVERAL women on his staff.

Now the women with whom Letterman “had sex with” have been identified, details here.
Two former female employees have come forward. Another, whom sources say may have triggered the extortion plot, has remained quiet. Here's what we know about the three of them.

Once upon a time this country had a mighty revolution that was supposed to emancipate women from being pressured by male employees on the job…also known as sexual favors for a paycheck.

Bill Clinton made that concept a joke and now Dave Letterman admits on nationwide TV that he “had sex with” many women on his staff.

And I ask the obligatory…Where is the National Organization of Women?

Thugs Thought Victims Were Tranvestites…Heh

This is a somewhat difficult article to understand as it is written using British slang.

It would seem two “yobs” had a bit too much too drink and staggered upon a couple of obvious men dressed as women. Thinking they were transvestites, easy prey I assume the thugs figured, they attacked them with an intent to rob.

It would turn out that the “transvestites” were “cage fighters”. In American cage fighters are wrestlers who fight in a cage. The cage fighters were out for a night on the town. Why they were dressed like women is not clear.

But it was the drunks who got the worse end of this deal, as one might yuk and imagine.

Bad Parenting 1



Madeline Neumann was a pretty little girl who should be alive today. She died of what was described as having an undiagnosed but treatable form of diabetes. Her parents didn’t seek medical help for Madeline but chose to pray instead.


WAUSAU, Wis. (Oct. 6) - A central Wisconsin couple who prayed rather than seek medical care for their 11-year-old dying daughter were sentenced Tuesday to six months in jail and 10 years probation in the girl's death.

The judge described Madeline’s parents as “very good people” who made a “bad decision”.

They only got a six month jail sentence and when all is said and done, there’s not much need to keep this very misguided couple behind bars. They are certainly no danger to society. If only Madeline had a champion before it was too late.

Bad Parenting 2

The cardboard box wouldn’t fit in the car, or so this very stupid woman explained to the police.

From the Philly.com:
ALBERTVILLE, Ala. - A woman was charged with endangering the welfare of a child after police said she let her daughter ride in a box on top of their van. Albertville Police spokesman Sgt. Jamie Smith said 37-year-old Jackie Denise Knott was arrested Sunday after police received a call of a minivan traveling on U.S. 431 with a large cardboard box on top with a child inside.

Knott put the child inside the box to hold it down. She thought it was safe because the box was secured to the van with a coat hanger.

You cannot make this stuff up, folks.

Bad Parenting 3

Now we have a drunk woman and her drunk boyfriend who had their 13-year-old son drive their van home.

A Marin County woman faces charges for allegedly letting her 13-year-old son drive her and her boyfriend from a restaurant because they had been drinking, authorities said today.

Both of this fine duo had arrests for drinking and driving so they came up with this responsible solution.

Botched Abortion Baby Born Alive

Whoever wrote this story obviously graduated from a public school. This is the most poorly written news story I’ve come across in a long time.

From Lifenews.com:
The trial of Belkis Gonzalez, who was arrested on two felony counts related to the death of a baby in a botched abortion case, begins on Friday. In the botched abortion incident a young woman named Sycloria Williams went to the GYN Diagnostic Center abortion facility in Hialeah, outside Miami, for an abortion.



As I have been able to ascertain, this Gonzalez woman is some health practitioner who was faced with a live birth when the abortionist didn’t show up to do the abortion. The women who had the abortion had been given some abortion causing drugs the day before and when she came in to “deliver” what should have been a dead baby the baby was born alive.

This is one of those cases, folks, that is referred to as the “living baby” problem. It probably doesn’t happen all that often, but sometimes a baby that should not have breathed a living death is born alive. This turn of events is a problem because an aborted baby born alive is a baby that was, well it was not meant to be born alive. Duh.

State prosecutors are left with a dilemma because when these living babies are killed, as one was in this case, is it still a botched abortion, or is it muder?

It was a Chicago case that had Obama voting against, the “baby born alive act” after a botched abortion baby was born alive and was left in a laundry room to die. Which is did but the death took an hour. Most Americans wouldn’t allow such horrific treatment to a puppy much less a human being. Nobody outright “murdered” that baby but nobody tried to save it either.

And President Obama voted that nobody should ever be forced to keep the baby alive in the future either. A nurse sat in that laundry room and held that precious infant for an hour until it died.

Trial Begins for Father Who Drowned Three Children

The defense lawyers for this guy are trying to get his confession inadmissible. But of course. Because this fine fellow described, on audio tape, how he held each struggling child under water until he or she died.
In 2008, from Foxnews:
The mother of three young children who were allegedly drowned by their father in a Baltimore hotel room said Thursday that her estranged husband was becoming angrier in the weeks preceding the children's deaths.

Still, Amy Castillo said she did not notice anything out of the ordinary on Saturday when she turned her children over to Mark Castillo for a regularly scheduled visitation. It turned out to be the last time she would see her children — Anthony, 6; Austin, 4; and Athena, 2.


Roman Polanski Denied Release From Swiss Prison

Child rapist Roman Polanski doesn’t seem to be having too much luck in the public relations area. The world doesn’t think much of child rapists, silly people.



from USA today:
GENEVA (AP) — Roman Polanski lost his first bid to win his freedom Tuesday as the Swiss Justice Ministry rejected an appeal by the director to be immediately released from prison, an official said.
"We continue to be of the opinion that there is a high risk of flight," said ministry spokesman Folco Galli, explaining the decision.

They think he’s a flight risk, imagine that!

Those creepy Hollywood types still defend this guy. Now we have
Tom Shales defending Polanski’s rape of this young girl by arguing that 13 year olds in Hollywood are much “older” than 13 year olds in other areas of the country.

I covered this story in the last True Crime post HERE. Read it if you have not because I quote the fine, fine Polanski himself about why everyone thinks he should get off for this crime. If you ever wanted to give Polanski even a smidgeon of the benefit of the doubt, this quote of his will change your mind handily.

And finally we have a famous French pedophile defending Polanski HERE stating that NOTHING is unforgiveable.

Here is what Frederic Mitterand., nephew of a former French prime minister, wrote in his 2005 autobiography.
I got into the habit of paying for boys… All these rituals of the market for youths, the slave market excite me enormously… One could judge this abominable spectacle from a moral standpoint but it pleases me beyond the reasonable… The profusion of very attractive and immediately available young boys puts me in a state of desire that I no longer need to hinder nor hide… as I know that I will not be refused.

Assume safely that anybody defending this guy is likely a pervert his or her self. Next Dave Letterman will come out and support this guy.

The Saddest True Crime This Year

I can’t think of anything that can top this for a tragic turn of fate that will leave us all shaking our heads.

From Foxnews.com:

Timothy Willgruber was 57 years old. He had an identical twin brother named Thomas. Thomas was trying to guide his drunken twin brother into a parallel parking space that night of Timothy’s drunken spree. Timothy’s foot evidently slipped off the brake pedal onto the gas propelling Timothy’s car forward and pinning him against another vehicle causing his twin brother’s death.

There was no choice but to punish Timothy. He killed someone while drinking and driving. He was facing charges of vehicular homicide and drinking while driving.

Timothy’s grief and horror were too much to bear. Timothy hung himself before charges could be brought.

Bad Luck Cops

I’d written a very tragic story about a police officer who’d inadvertantly killed a robbery victim instead of the actual perp then actively in the process of attacking the man, HERE.

I speculated that sticking a murder charge on the actual robber, who DID not, keep in mind, pull the trigger that killed the victim, seemed like it might be a prosecutorial trick to help assuage the police officer of a whole shit load of guilt.

A reader pointed out that my speculation was not based on fact.
Google "felony murder rule." Summarizing, if in the commission of a felonious crime a death occurs, then it is on the perpetrators whether they did the killing or not. I doubt the charge of murder is to make the rookie feel better but call to account the thugs whose actions lead to a person's death.

That was a very sad story and while I understand the explanation by the reader, I’m kind of doubtful the robber will be found guilty of murder but might not get much leeway for the robbery charge. Just a hunch.

So we have a couple more unlucky cop stories.

HERE we have a police officer who shot at a dog and hit a bystander.

LA MARQUE, TX (KTRK) -- A woman who was shot by an officer in La Marque has been released from the hospital. Investigators say the shooting happened after a police officer responded to a disturbance. The officer drew her weapon to fire at a dog, but accidentally shot a woman standing nearby.


HERE we have a story about a cop who shot a homeowner, thinking he was an intruder.
When Tony Arambula managed to corner an armed intruder in his son's bedroom he expected police to come to his aid.


I am in no way condemning police officers. I must suppose that this type of thing happens way more than I ever knew. I am not likely to shoot someone by accident but my job doesn’t require me to carry around a loaded gun that I must often use in adrenaline-rushed events with spur of the moment time to plan.

She Just Celebrated Her 100th Birthday; Found Dead In Her Nursing Home Bed



This is a somewhat strange story, requiring some serious reading between the lines. Elizabeth Barrow was found dead in her bed with a plastic bag over her head in late September of this year.
HERE:
BOSTON (Oct. 8) - A 100-year-old woman who was found dead last month in a Massachusetts nursing home had been strangled.
Bristol County District Attorney Sam Sutter said Wednesday that Elizabeth Barrow was found dead in her bed during a routine check Sept. 24 by staff at Brandon Woods Nursing home in Dartmouth.

Who on earth would kill such an elderly woman in her bed, and why?

The article points out that Barrow shared a room with another resident. This murder had to be done by either that room-mate or an employee of the nursing home.

The district attorney refused to release any other details. Which means, to me, that the district attorney HAS details and I speculate the DA likely knows who the murderer is.

Decision to Force Rape Victim to Undergo Psych Exam Overturned

This is another somewhat confusing story. The victim in this case had been drinking the night of the rape and also admitted that she had been taking prescription drugs at the time.

The defendant’s lawyer requested a hearing from superior court to require the victim to undergo a psychiatric profile. It’s easy to see how such a decision could have drastic, perhaps national, consequences.

A three judge panel determined that the defendant’s argument was a good one. Evidently the victim was unable to describe many circumstances, surroundings etc about the night of the attack. A subsequent “en banc” panel of 9 judges overturned that ruling.

From the Timesleader
WILKES-BARRE – In a decision that will have statewide impact, the state Superior Court on Tuesday overturned a Luzerne County judge’s ruling that ordered an alleged rape victim to undergo an involuntary psychiatric evaluation.

Times Leader Photo StoreThe court, with one dissent, determined Judge Peter Paul Olszewski Jr. misapplied the law when he determined the defendant, Daryl Boich, had presented compelling evidence that the evaluation was needed to ensure the woman was competent to testify.

What’s not clear here is just what evidence they have against the defendant. If they’ve got DNA on this fellow well right there’s pretty incriminating evidence. What difference does it make if the victim can’t describe the bar’s wallpaper?

A drunk, even drugged, rape victim is STILL a victim. She is only guilty of bad judgement.

Sounds like this defense attorney was grabbing at straws to ruin the woman’s credibility.

Let the jury decide…don’t make the victim undergo a barrage of psychological tests that will likely do nothing but humiliate the victim even more.
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Autumn 09’s “Dancing With the Stars” Begins to Take On a Personality



Dancing With the Stars Web Site

It was Rumba and Samba night and I’ve got a little tidbit as concerns the Rumba. A dance, I add for a smile, that I have never danced in my life, or the Samba either for that matter.

The Rumba was named for the national drink of Cuba and the dance is, indeed, a Cuban dance. The drink is…tada! RUM!

Danny Osmond did a Rumba on the performance evening of 10/5/09 and he did it well. Osmond got 21 points out of 30 from the judges. I thought he deserved a higher score.

Michael Irving, poor fellow, danced a Samba but here’s a fellow whose hips simply do NOT swivel. In fact most men’s hips do not swivel very well but Irving…well he got the lowest score of the evening, lower than Tom Delay with two fractured feet for God’s sake, 14 points out of a possible 30. Michael was in the bottom three this week.

Mark Dacascos began this contest as a real contender. For his Rumba Mark only got 18 points and I say it’s because Dacascos pretty much remained stationary while his partner, Lacey, did all the work.

I watched Joanna Krupa do a Samba and all I could see was awkward legs. The judges, however and to show you what I know, loved her. She got 23 points but was in jeopardy at one point so my original assessment pretty much matched America’s.

Mya did a nice Rumba but Len, who didn’t take his Viagara that night, grumbled and complained about pretty much nothing. Len said, get this, that the choreography was much too complicated. That’s a new one. Mya got a ten from Bruno and Carrie but curmudgeon Len only gave her seven points. That’s still 27 points and the high score of the night.

Melissa Joan Hart is a big woman who has no natural fluidity. Melissa and her partner danced a Samba and got a lackluster 19 points for the performance.

Ah Louie Vito. What a clown. Louie and his partner did have some great chemistry during their Rumba, makes me wonder if there’s something going on there.

The one notable point on this performance was the beautiful song choice: “Total Eclipse of the Heart”. Louie is showing improvement and received 20 points for the effort.



Natalie Coughlin was the second highest performer of the night, receiving 26 points for her Rumba.

Chuck Liddell, well he and his partner dance a Samba. I thought he did okay, maybe a grade of C+ on my grade meter. I thought the judges were very nasty to Chuck. Maybe that’s why they asked Chuck and Anna to do a repeat performance the next night.

Aaron Carter is a very good dancer and right from the start I pegged him as a real challenge to win this thing. And yet Aaron was considered in danger by America’s vote after he and his partner did a Rumba. There was one point that my lying eyes saw Aaron almost fall and maybe the rest of the country saw it as well. Aaron got 21 points for his performance.

Tom Delay, heh. First, dear Lord can there be any more improbable choice to dance in this thing than short chunky Tom Delay?

I like Tom Delay, please understand. He didn’t deserve the bad rap he got but the pubs…gotta love them. Republicans spend their days reaching across the aisle to their friends while those same friends stab them in the back.

One notable thing about Tom Delay that became so very evident during his short term as a dancing star: the man is a politician but he can’t talk! He stumbles and fumbles for words and often sounds like he has a mouth full of marbles.

I did love that elephant on the back of his dancing shirt. Heh.

Tom dropped out of the contest because the poor guy had two stress fractures, one on each foot. He did receive 15 points for dancing with broken feet, one more than Michael Irving, who had two good feet.

Kelly Osbourne continues to look nice but she started out with a bang she’s yet to equal. Kelly and her partner got 20 points for her Samba. I expect we’ll continue to see Kelly around for a while.

Debi Mazur had a visit by Mel B, a Spice Girl and contender in an earlier Dance With the Stars contest.

It didn’t help. Debi was not a good dancer right from the start. She only got 17 points for her Samba but two other contenders came in lower and one tied with that score.

Debi’s not very likeable and even her partner, very coyly of course, hints that the woman talks entirely too much.

Her time was up at any rate, sooner or later.



So this season’s “Dancing With the Stars” takes on a personality, this after the first few really bad ones and an injury or two are culled from the lineup.

The good dancers have shown their stuff, the ones who have a chance are now ascertainable, the clowns are known.

We’ll sit back and enjoy the remaining weeks of the contest, with weekly posts on this Blog, of course.

Below a video compilation of the outstanding performances of this past week with mine own wise commentary spliced on the video frames.


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Google Bomb-John W. Dozier Jr./Sue Scheff

Amazon code for this book.



Because of a chapter in this book I signed up for a Google service that will notify me, via email, of any reference to a specific phrase of my choosing in any Blogs, comments or web sites on the Internet.

The book is about a woman, co-author Sue Scheff, who was attacked by a viciously mean crew of folks to such an extent that she finally sued for damages done to her reputation and livelihood. She won too, being awarded recompense in the millions of dollars. Her lawyer, co-author John Dozier, gives insight to search engines and how to avoid being in the same trap as Sue Scheff. “Make the search phrase your name or the name of your company”, as I paraphrase Dozier’s advice. Well I thought it was a great idea and didn’t even know that Google offered such a service.

“Pat Fish” I told Google to find and notify me anytime this phrase shows up on an Internet web page. It is, ahem, my real name. I figured what with me being such an important Blogger and everything that I’d be inundated with email of web site URL’s containing my name. First day I get an email from Google with notification that my search phrase had been found. I clicked in. It was in a camping page, within which were instructions on how to cook that fabulous fresh fish caught in the sparkling lake just prior to pulling out the fry pan.

“Pat fish dry then roll in bread crumbs…” was the text.

I am humbled.

So while I am a Blogger with some experience on the Internet it’s evident I have not been a victim of what the authors call a “google bomb”, or an all out assault to cause a person or company huge damages by filling web pages with URL’S and commentary deriding the object of their anger. Folks who make google bombs know all the secrets.

I am familiar with the power of almighty Google on the success of a Blog or web site, I bow to the east and the gods of Google at this discussion. I once got put in what is called a Google trash bucket and for three months I got no hits on my Blog. I don’t know why I got put in the trash bucket as Google decides what Google decides and they are the amighty, all powerful, all knowing. Eventually I got removed from the trash bin but that was one awful few months.

And so too can Google destroy reputations and businesses, albeit along with some help from wise humans who know how to play the Google rating game.

Sue Scheff ran a business that referred troubled teenagers to various schools and institutions that deal with these adolescents in many diverse ways. Her business was known as PURE and it was via a client who sought advice from Scheff that Scheff’s nightmare began.

The trouble maker was a woman named Clark who did, in the end, turn out to have a monetary interest in obtaining the name of a troubled teenager who Scheff once gave a referral. Scheff would not reveal the name of the adolescent to Clark, as one might expect as such things are confidential.

The enraged Clark launched into a campaign to destroy Sue Scheff and her company and I don’t think I’ve ever read of such viciousness.

Dozier provides legal insight to the trials and tribulations of taking the case to court, the problem with having a company such as Google having such a disproportionate inpact on the very definition of “success” in this country, how “freedom of speech” is no such thing but a phrase to cover destructive attacks while avoiding responsibility for reputations destroyed.

I took exception to Dozier’s somewhat snide reference to “citizen journalists”, ie Bloggers, as being mostly bad for the Internet influence. There’s good and bad in every bunch of apples and while I certainly do understand Dozier’s disdain for the ungoverned, unregulated frontier known as the Internet, there’s no need to sniff at what is increasingly a replacement for a corrupt mainstream media that no longer does its job. Consider me as having a dog in this race and take this sniff for what it’s worth.

I also had a problem ascertaining when Dozier was writing and when Scheff was writing. At the book’s beginning the reader is told that different typefaces would indicate who is the narrator. Well the typefaces were different but you almost need a magnifying glass to see the differences readily. Or perhaps I’m just getting too old and crotchety.

These issues being said, I bow to Dozier’s assertion that once grievances are known, careful and thoughtful law making is needed to address the matter. There’s no pride in allowing nasty, misguided people to attack the innocent at will under the guise of freedom of speech.

Dozier also provides valuable insights as to how search engines work, how to use paid ads to fight back against Internet attacks, how to guard and protect your name, the ins and outs of the all-important “search engine optimization”.

In short this well-written book is a must read for anybody doing business on the Internet, which is, these days, almost everyone.

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”Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs”-It’s No “UP” But It Entertains

As is always the case, I went to see this movie with my visiting granddaughter. This is the sort of movie designed for just this purpose

The movie was presented in 3D. Kaitlyn Mae does love that effect but it sure does drive the price up. Someday all movies will be 3D and there will no need for those special glasses.



From the web site:
Inspired by Ron and Judi Barrett's children's book of the same name, "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" is about inventor Flint Lockwood and his food making invention. When hard times hit Swallow Falls, its townspeople can only afford to eat sardines. Flint Lockwood, a failed inventor, thinks he has the answer to the town's crisis. He builds a machine that converts water into food, and becomes a local hero when tasty treats fall from the sky like rain. But when the machine spins out of control and threatens to bury the whole world under giant mounds of food, Flint finds he may have bitten off more than he can chew.


“UP” by Pixar will forever by the benchmark by which I will judge these types of films. Even Kaitlyn, herself a humble five-year-old movie critic, told me during the viewing of “UP” that she had wanted to go to the bathroom but she loved the movie so much she couldn’t bear to leave. Thus our scramble to the bathroom facilities as the credits for “UP” rolled by.

Kaitlyn did sit spellbound during the viewing of this film but she got a bit antsy a couple of times. But not too often as the creators of “Cloudy …” no doubt knew that children were the primary audience thus movie scene action was a constant.

Which is not to say this is not a quite enjoyable movie with a premise that does bring smiles to our imaginations. Food from water…what a concept.

Except the whole thing does spin out of control and it is then that we discovered how much Flint’s father really loves him, that local scoundrels can become local heroes, that even the most nerdy amongst us can be loved.

“Cloudy …” had all the elements of successful film: romance, intrigue, compelling build up, an intense solution to the problem and a happy ending all around.

Which makes this film sound formulaic which, of course, it is. But the characters are creative with perfect dialogue, the 3-D action spellbounds and when a lazy matinee movie is just the ticket, this film is just the movie.
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