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Interview with the famous voice talent Joe Bevilacqua 10/30 by Schmidt Talk | Blog Talk Radio

Interview with the famous voice talent Joe Bevilacqua 10/30 by Schmidt Talk | Blog Talk Radio

An Activist Mom Group Succeeded in Having Schweddy Balls Grabbed, Twisted, & Pulled Off Store Shelves… Well, At Least They Were Decent Enough to Leave Us Wieners, Ho Ho’s and Blow Pops to Enjoy…

Schweddy Balls is (WAS) an ice cream flavor by Ben & Jerry's, in homage to an old Saturday Night Live skit . It seems a group of moms just could not stand by while Schweddy Balls were staring them in the face at their local grocery store. This group succeeded in forcing the company to grab, twist, & pull this ice cream off the shelves. It seems this activist group does NOT like Schweddy Balls of ANY kind, (and they probably don't see much of any type of Schweddy Balls outside of the store shelves, either). I digress. They decided they don't want their kids (heck, they don't want ANYONE's kids) exposed to Schweddy Balls. Alas, a few people got to try and enjoy delicious Schweddy Balls, but for the rest of us, we will be left wondering what delicious Schweddy Balls taste like, and can only imagine the delicious sweet balls as relived vicariously through the stories of the privileged few. Hey. At least they were nice enough to leave a few favorite fo

Birds of a Diff'ernt Feather...

Yeehaw! My daughter and I find ourselves smack-dab in the middle of a chicken show. And, seems the birds weren't the only thing that was rare! Urban/Backyard chicken keeping… You may have heard of it. And, for all intents and purposes, I think it’s a good idea*. I had even researched it somewhat this past couple of years, but I haven’t really had time in between my jobs, and other projects to give it much consideration, until Saturday, when my daughter and I happened upon –of all things – a poultry show, here in the good ole’ mini-town of Newcastle, Oklahoma. It all started on a nice, sunny, Saturday afternoon. I groaned, & slipped my IRS payment into the big, blue mail box at the mayberry-esque post office, and one wrong/right turn found us at a parking lot that resembled a partially open, one-story rec-center. The gravel driveway was rife with 4x4s and cages upon cages upon cages upon cages of POULTRY, of all varieties. My daughter didn’t have to beg me too hard