A Baby Girl!!! Calianna Cadence Malcore
7 lbs 3 ounces
19.5 inches long
August 28, 2008
All are well, healthy, happy!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
It's a GIRL!!!!!!!
A Baby Girl!!! Calianna Cadence Malcore
7 lbs 3 ounces
19.5 inches long
August 28, 2008
All are well, healthy, happy!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
The Commercialism of America
So I work up this morning to the blare of my Hannah Montana radio singing, what else, “10 Things I hate about you” and confirmed the time on my Hannah Montana wrist watch. Yep…had to go to work. Reluctantly, I climbed out of my Hannah Montana silk coverlet, smoothed my Hannah Montana pillow set, and set to get up.
Moving aside my Hannah Montana shower curtain, I had a nice shower with my Hannah Montana shower wash and used my special Hannah Montana hand mitten for a good wake up call. Drying off with my Hannah Montana beach towel, I added a little Hannah Montana lotion from my special Hannah Montana hand dispenser to make everything silky smooth. I brushed my hair with my Hannah Montana hairbrush and then I put on my Hannah Montana t-shirt, bermudas, baseball hat and co-ordinating pink scarf, waved to my Hannah Montana wall poster and grabbed a Hannah Montana cheese stick on the way out the door. (I’ll save the Hannah Montana Breakfast crunch for another day – watching carbs)
Starting the car, I hummed along with Best of Both Worlds on my Hannah Montana CD and read the back to school billboards along the route featuring my favorite Hannah Montana clothing wear. SALE TIME!
At lunch, I pulled out my Hannah Montana frozen dinner, and set it on my Hannah Montana plate, got me a Hannah Montana yogurt stick, and poured some drink into my Hannah Montana plastic cup. Keeping neat, I was sure to use my Hannah Montana napkin set too. Then it was back to work and I pulled out my Hannah Montana pencil, pen set, out of my Hannah Montana purse and set to writing notes on my Hannah Montana notepaper.
I got a lovely surprise in the afternoon – my hunnie sent me some pink carnations with Hannah Montana Balloons. What a mind reader! I blew him a kiss, because I keep his face close by on my Hannah Montana bentwood table in my favorite Hannah Montana picture frame. After a quick stretch in my Hannah Montana director’s chair, it was back to finish my day!
Glancing at my Hannah Montana wall calendar, I noted what was up for tomorrow, took one last look around my office adored with my Hannah Montana wall paper border, fluffed my Hannah Montana pillows arrayed in a special corner, and shut off my Hannah Montana lamp for the day.
…They said Elvis Pressley had difficulty adapting to fame and all that it entailed back in the day…leading to his lifestyle choices and eventual demise. (Yeah, I know, I'm dating myself) What is it about America that thrives on the Star, the Enquirer, People, the Media, YouTube, MySpace, and more?. Where does it end?…When does it start all over?... Where does it go from here? Can this be fixed?
It used to be you paid extra for cable and avoided commercials. Now we pay extra for stations like NFL or movie channels…and even those are saturated in commercialism. In watching the Jets against Giants this weekend, by the end of the first half (30 minutes game time) we’d been watching tv 90 minutes….COMMERCIALS. Now, we even get to watch advertisements BEFORE movies in the theatre.
So all this commercialism fuels the stars/athletes/talking head salaries they say. So, What happens NEXT? Are there limits?
To quote an 80’s icon, please, STOP THE INSANITY!!!
Well, let me know...I'll be watching the Hanna Montana Show...
Moving aside my Hannah Montana shower curtain, I had a nice shower with my Hannah Montana shower wash and used my special Hannah Montana hand mitten for a good wake up call. Drying off with my Hannah Montana beach towel, I added a little Hannah Montana lotion from my special Hannah Montana hand dispenser to make everything silky smooth. I brushed my hair with my Hannah Montana hairbrush and then I put on my Hannah Montana t-shirt, bermudas, baseball hat and co-ordinating pink scarf, waved to my Hannah Montana wall poster and grabbed a Hannah Montana cheese stick on the way out the door. (I’ll save the Hannah Montana Breakfast crunch for another day – watching carbs)
Starting the car, I hummed along with Best of Both Worlds on my Hannah Montana CD and read the back to school billboards along the route featuring my favorite Hannah Montana clothing wear. SALE TIME!
At lunch, I pulled out my Hannah Montana frozen dinner, and set it on my Hannah Montana plate, got me a Hannah Montana yogurt stick, and poured some drink into my Hannah Montana plastic cup. Keeping neat, I was sure to use my Hannah Montana napkin set too. Then it was back to work and I pulled out my Hannah Montana pencil, pen set, out of my Hannah Montana purse and set to writing notes on my Hannah Montana notepaper.
I got a lovely surprise in the afternoon – my hunnie sent me some pink carnations with Hannah Montana Balloons. What a mind reader! I blew him a kiss, because I keep his face close by on my Hannah Montana bentwood table in my favorite Hannah Montana picture frame. After a quick stretch in my Hannah Montana director’s chair, it was back to finish my day!
Glancing at my Hannah Montana wall calendar, I noted what was up for tomorrow, took one last look around my office adored with my Hannah Montana wall paper border, fluffed my Hannah Montana pillows arrayed in a special corner, and shut off my Hannah Montana lamp for the day.
…They said Elvis Pressley had difficulty adapting to fame and all that it entailed back in the day…leading to his lifestyle choices and eventual demise. (Yeah, I know, I'm dating myself) What is it about America that thrives on the Star, the Enquirer, People, the Media, YouTube, MySpace, and more?. Where does it end?…When does it start all over?... Where does it go from here? Can this be fixed?
It used to be you paid extra for cable and avoided commercials. Now we pay extra for stations like NFL or movie channels…and even those are saturated in commercialism. In watching the Jets against Giants this weekend, by the end of the first half (30 minutes game time) we’d been watching tv 90 minutes….COMMERCIALS. Now, we even get to watch advertisements BEFORE movies in the theatre.
So all this commercialism fuels the stars/athletes/talking head salaries they say. So, What happens NEXT? Are there limits?
To quote an 80’s icon, please, STOP THE INSANITY!!!
Well, let me know...I'll be watching the Hanna Montana Show...
Friday, August 8, 2008
Ballad of the Barren Backyard
Ballad of the Barren Backyard
I sit...waiting
Uncared for, forgotten
Windswept
In my solitude hearing echoes of the children
I can see them:
Splashing toddlers in the pool; playing tag
Teenagers lounging, gossiping, giggling
Sunburst smiles warming my gardener's soul
I let the wind take me away on the dust of my palate
Seeking the trickle of water over picturesque boulders
Poetry of landscape; the aroma of desert bloom
I hear my owners' laments --words I only understand as "someday"
I feel empty. I AM empty...
There are so few rainy days in Tucson...
How long does it take to save for one?
So, the Arizona Star is having a backyard contest. Here's the story:
"Hey You! Yeah, you. Is your backyard ugly? We mean, really, really ugly. It's OK to admit it. In fact, it's to your advantage if you admit it, because there's this contest, see, and you could win a yard makeover worth up to $30,000. Here's what you have to do: Submit up to two pictures of your "backyard beast" along with 100 words or fewer describing why your yard needs some major help. It's OK — we're not here to judge. Well, that's not quite true. Readers will weigh in on the entries, as well as a panel of judges that will render a final decision. The winning yard will be featured in a future At Home section. The Beautify Your Backyard Beast Contest is sponsored by Premier Backyard Design Center, Premier Pools & Spas, Flame Connection and Turf Tek LLC. To submit an entry and see contest rules, go online to: go.azstarnet.com/backyard."
After some thought about what to say, I figured no one really wanted to hear another real estate story, this time featuring ROCCO AND I, and how my townhome hasn't sold for over 16 months being on the market, and we have two mortgages, and the price/value has dropped over $70,000 and so we won't EVER get a back yard now...in fact, if it doesn't sell soon, we may be giving away BOTH BACKYARDS to the bank, its getting so ugly. See...isn't a poem so much better? EVERYONE has a hard luck story...but I haven't seen one poem as of my submission the day before deadline. (There were some great rhyming poems submitted! (8/08)
I sit...waiting
Uncared for, forgotten
Windswept
In my solitude hearing echoes of the children
I can see them:
Splashing toddlers in the pool; playing tag
Teenagers lounging, gossiping, giggling
Sunburst smiles warming my gardener's soul
I let the wind take me away on the dust of my palate
Seeking the trickle of water over picturesque boulders
Poetry of landscape; the aroma of desert bloom
I hear my owners' laments --words I only understand as "someday"
I feel empty. I AM empty...
There are so few rainy days in Tucson...
How long does it take to save for one?
So, the Arizona Star is having a backyard contest. Here's the story:
"Hey You! Yeah, you. Is your backyard ugly? We mean, really, really ugly. It's OK to admit it. In fact, it's to your advantage if you admit it, because there's this contest, see, and you could win a yard makeover worth up to $30,000. Here's what you have to do: Submit up to two pictures of your "backyard beast" along with 100 words or fewer describing why your yard needs some major help. It's OK — we're not here to judge. Well, that's not quite true. Readers will weigh in on the entries, as well as a panel of judges that will render a final decision. The winning yard will be featured in a future At Home section. The Beautify Your Backyard Beast Contest is sponsored by Premier Backyard Design Center, Premier Pools & Spas, Flame Connection and Turf Tek LLC. To submit an entry and see contest rules, go online to: go.azstarnet.com/backyard."
After some thought about what to say, I figured no one really wanted to hear another real estate story, this time featuring ROCCO AND I, and how my townhome hasn't sold for over 16 months being on the market, and we have two mortgages, and the price/value has dropped over $70,000 and so we won't EVER get a back yard now...in fact, if it doesn't sell soon, we may be giving away BOTH BACKYARDS to the bank, its getting so ugly. See...isn't a poem so much better? EVERYONE has a hard luck story...but I haven't seen one poem as of my submission the day before deadline. (There were some great rhyming poems submitted! (8/08)
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