Band Names

As I have been trying out Spotify at work recently I have been entertained by finding related artists to ones I listen to. I like to see how far away I can get from the original band/artist. Today I stumbled upon some incredibly hilarious band names.*

First off let’s start with the band that started it all for me when I saw their name on my list of related artists.

    1. The Meat Puppets
      • Wow! What a name for a band…but no words can describe their group photo to the right. (Do note the hair…you can tell they are from the 80’s.)
    2. The Afghan Whigs

    • Not as exciting as The Meat Puppets, but still random enough that you look twice and wonder. Disappointing when you find out no band members wear afghan whigs though…
  1. Super Furry Animals
    •  Another nice band name that catches the eye. The disappointment. Only one of the band members looks furry

That wraps up my 1st installment of Band Names. I hope we can all meet again real soon.

*Let it be noted, these bands may have catchy names, but not catchy enough that I actually listened to their music…maybe sometime soon I can set aside some time to rock out to The Meat Puppets.


Ordinary Everyday Activities

Time to tell how I do ordinary everyday activities.

Today’s Topic

The Dishes
We live in Seminary housing so we do not have a dishwasher……well, I do not, Miriam does. I go old school on dishes and wash by hand. It is pretty simple, just use the brush and dish soap and wash that nasty off there. Ok…fun post right…you can pretty much be done reading now….or continue on if you want more pointless rambling on uninteresting activities.
I am not a fan of doing the dishes, but I will say this humbly….I am a machine at them after a little over 2 years. Each day while Miriam and I are preparing dinner I am in there washing dishes as we cook. The more I can do before we eat the less I have to do later. I wash with speed and precision, and if you dare be a dish that touched raw meat or chicken you better look out. You are about to get rinsed on by others, washed, rewashed, rewashed, and dominated by me, because I am not getting no salmonella.
But what happens every time we do the dishes…..I finish up feel good about what I just accomplished, but when I turn around….there are always more on the stove, ALWAYS! It is the most frustrating feeling in the world. 
Being in Seminary housing we have limited (bolded for emphasis! said for extra emphasis) counter space. I don’t know if you read that last sentence….our counter space is very limited. I say this because if you set a dish on the small counter by the sink…it will be washed by me. It is a solid source of frustration as I often wash something still in use because it got set on my pre-wash counter. Don’t you dare set something there….it will be washed.
Welp….there you have it…that is how dishes are done. Wasn’t that fun (unintentional rhyme)? Don’t shoot me with a gun (intentional). I hope my team won (unnecessary).

>Life Without a Sense of Smell


When you have no sense of smell people ask you a lot of questions and make a lot of comments.
Starting now those questions/comments will be documented. (Wish I had started this years ago.)

  1. You can’t smell popcorn?
  2. Can you taste?
  3. Walk out here, you will be able to smell this. (Nope…still can’t.)
  4. You can’t smell flowers?
  5. Smell this…..oh yeah….sorry. (It’s ok, sometimes I just pretend to smell it to avoid this.)

More to come…