this about Michelle Kane's new book CONFESSIONS OF A CATHOLIC SCHOOLGIRL..."great title...bright, clear voice..."
GOT LIT?
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Author Interview: Michelle Kane
Very pleased and excited to be featured on www.bookreviewtime.com
If you haven't read my latest author interview---you can read it here:
http://www.bookreviewtime.com/fiction/drama/sample-drama.html
If you haven't read my latest author interview---you can read it here:
http://www.bookreviewtime.com/fiction/drama/sample-drama.html
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
A Tale of Two Ultrasounds
It was another frigid Michigan afternoon in January 2005. I pulled my wool coat tighter over my bulging belly, as the wind slapped the drifting snow into my face. My husband squeezed my hand as he guided me into our untrasound appointment at the hospital. Warm, clear gel over my body, gentle hands touching me. Beautiful baby sucking thumb. I see the heart beating...I feel my own heart beating, melting into tiny butterflies. "Everything look greats," the tech whispers.
Oh happy, joyful day.
It was another frigid Michigan afternoon in November 2007. I pull my leather jacket tighter across my chest, as the wind whips the freezing rain into my face. I clench the lab order from my ob/gyn tighter in my fist, wanting to toss it into a puddle. "Mass--L breast," is written in black ink. First the mammogram. Strange hands touching, squeezing, pressing into cold, metallic machine. Then the gel again, once a warm friend, now a cold enemy. Fleshy, dark gray mass clouding the monitor. It laughs at me, as my heart pounds and belly screams.
"Your doctor will go over everything with you," the tech whispers.
Oh evil, dreadful day.
Oh happy, joyful day.
It was another frigid Michigan afternoon in November 2007. I pull my leather jacket tighter across my chest, as the wind whips the freezing rain into my face. I clench the lab order from my ob/gyn tighter in my fist, wanting to toss it into a puddle. "Mass--L breast," is written in black ink. First the mammogram. Strange hands touching, squeezing, pressing into cold, metallic machine. Then the gel again, once a warm friend, now a cold enemy. Fleshy, dark gray mass clouding the monitor. It laughs at me, as my heart pounds and belly screams.
"Your doctor will go over everything with you," the tech whispers.
Oh evil, dreadful day.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Confessions of a High School Teacher
Mugs of coffee: 4
Caffeinated H2o: 1
Emergency chocolates: 5 (sneaking into Halloween candy early)
Diet Cherry Cokes: 1
Students who smell strangely like old moth balls: 2
Confiscated cell phones: 3
Cafeteria food eaten: 0
Getting up before the crack of dawn to teach apathetic teens, one needs massive amounts of caffeine--at least I do. This is what I cannot live without. As a teacher, I could live without kids who show up for class unprepared with no pens and no paper. Um...it's a writing class, remember? Didn't think you would need anything to write with or write on today?
Why is it they all remember to bring their cell phones and the only thing they are motivated to write is to "text" to their friends on phone, carelessly hidden under desk on top of lap?
Advice to all new teachers: keep things going, change things up. Do not stick to the same lesson all hour. Our job is not to entertain, yet we have to be entertaining or we lose them. Too many kids are already lost.
Days to Thanksgiving break: 16 (not counting weekends) :)
Caffeinated H2o: 1
Emergency chocolates: 5 (sneaking into Halloween candy early)
Diet Cherry Cokes: 1
Students who smell strangely like old moth balls: 2
Confiscated cell phones: 3
Cafeteria food eaten: 0
Getting up before the crack of dawn to teach apathetic teens, one needs massive amounts of caffeine--at least I do. This is what I cannot live without. As a teacher, I could live without kids who show up for class unprepared with no pens and no paper. Um...it's a writing class, remember? Didn't think you would need anything to write with or write on today?
Why is it they all remember to bring their cell phones and the only thing they are motivated to write is to "text" to their friends on phone, carelessly hidden under desk on top of lap?
Advice to all new teachers: keep things going, change things up. Do not stick to the same lesson all hour. Our job is not to entertain, yet we have to be entertaining or we lose them. Too many kids are already lost.
Days to Thanksgiving break: 16 (not counting weekends) :)
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month
Even President Bush wants you to GET LIT with CONFESSIONS OF A CATHOLIC SCHOOLGIRL by Michelle Kane. Check out this latest press release fron the White House.
President Proclaims National Domestic Violence Awareness Month By the President of the United States of AmericaA Proclamation
En Español
The social blight of domestic violence has continued to burden America into the 21st Century. Our homes should be places of safety and comfort. Tragically, domestic violence can and does turn many homes into places of torment. The grim facts speak for themselves: almost one-third of American women murdered each year are killed by their current or former partners, usually a husband. Approximately 1 million women annually report being stalked. And many children suffer or witness abuse in their homes, which can sadly spawn legacies of violence in families across America.
Domestic violence spills over into schools and places of work; and it affects people from every walk of life. Though abuse may occur in the seclusion of a private residence, its effects scar the face of our Nation.
In the United States, we have strict laws intended to hold domestic abusers accountable for their vile conduct by bringing them to justice, but laws alone are not enough. A comprehensive, coordinated approach must shape our strategy to reduce domestic violence. Accordingly, the Federal Government is partnering with States, local communities, and other entities to implement tough and effective mechanisms to respond to reports of domestic violence.
These efforts include specialized units in police departments, and prosecutors offices that work with local victims' advocates to make the criminal justice system more responsive to victims and more retributive to their abusers. Jurisdictions throughout the country now provide legal assistance to ensure that when victims try to escape abuse, they can obtain legal help from attorneys who understand the dynamics of domestic violence. Law enforcement officers, prosecutors, court personnel, and service providers are working to improve their responses to the often hidden victims of elder abuse and violence against women with disabilities. Moreover, thousands of communities now have shelters and emergency services for abused women and their children.
As a Nation, we must prioritize addressing the problem of domestic violence in our communities every day of the year. National Domestic Violence Awareness Month provides us with a special opportunity to emphasize that domestic violence is a crime, to warn abusers that they will be prosecuted, and to offer victims more aid and support. We can and must radically reduce and work to eliminate this scourge from our land. To succeed, this effort must be echoed by officials from every segment of the criminal justice system, Federal, State, and local. Community leaders, health care professionals, teachers, employers, friends, and neighbors all will play an important role in eradicating domestic violence.
As we observe National Domestic Violence Awareness Month, I call on all Americans to commit to preventing domestic violence and to assist those who suffer from it. These collective efforts will contribute to peace in our homes, schools, places of work, and communities and will help ensure the future safety of countless children and adults.
NOW, THEREFORE, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim October 2001, as National Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I urge all Americans to learn more about this terrible problem and to take positive action in protecting communities and families from its devastating effects.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this first day of October, in the year of our Lord two thousand one, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and twenty-sixth.
GEORGE W. BUSH
President Proclaims National Domestic Violence Awareness Month By the President of the United States of AmericaA Proclamation
En Español
The social blight of domestic violence has continued to burden America into the 21st Century. Our homes should be places of safety and comfort. Tragically, domestic violence can and does turn many homes into places of torment. The grim facts speak for themselves: almost one-third of American women murdered each year are killed by their current or former partners, usually a husband. Approximately 1 million women annually report being stalked. And many children suffer or witness abuse in their homes, which can sadly spawn legacies of violence in families across America.
Domestic violence spills over into schools and places of work; and it affects people from every walk of life. Though abuse may occur in the seclusion of a private residence, its effects scar the face of our Nation.
In the United States, we have strict laws intended to hold domestic abusers accountable for their vile conduct by bringing them to justice, but laws alone are not enough. A comprehensive, coordinated approach must shape our strategy to reduce domestic violence. Accordingly, the Federal Government is partnering with States, local communities, and other entities to implement tough and effective mechanisms to respond to reports of domestic violence.
These efforts include specialized units in police departments, and prosecutors offices that work with local victims' advocates to make the criminal justice system more responsive to victims and more retributive to their abusers. Jurisdictions throughout the country now provide legal assistance to ensure that when victims try to escape abuse, they can obtain legal help from attorneys who understand the dynamics of domestic violence. Law enforcement officers, prosecutors, court personnel, and service providers are working to improve their responses to the often hidden victims of elder abuse and violence against women with disabilities. Moreover, thousands of communities now have shelters and emergency services for abused women and their children.
As a Nation, we must prioritize addressing the problem of domestic violence in our communities every day of the year. National Domestic Violence Awareness Month provides us with a special opportunity to emphasize that domestic violence is a crime, to warn abusers that they will be prosecuted, and to offer victims more aid and support. We can and must radically reduce and work to eliminate this scourge from our land. To succeed, this effort must be echoed by officials from every segment of the criminal justice system, Federal, State, and local. Community leaders, health care professionals, teachers, employers, friends, and neighbors all will play an important role in eradicating domestic violence.
As we observe National Domestic Violence Awareness Month, I call on all Americans to commit to preventing domestic violence and to assist those who suffer from it. These collective efforts will contribute to peace in our homes, schools, places of work, and communities and will help ensure the future safety of countless children and adults.
NOW, THEREFORE, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim October 2001, as National Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I urge all Americans to learn more about this terrible problem and to take positive action in protecting communities and families from its devastating effects.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this first day of October, in the year of our Lord two thousand one, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and twenty-sixth.
GEORGE W. BUSH
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Britney Spears loses custody of kids....finally!
Over-rated "Pop princess" Britney Spears lost custody of her two young sons yesterday for failing to follow a court order to submit to drug testing, obtain a valid driver's license, and enroll in parenting classes.
It's about time they took those kids away from her!
That pretty much says it all. She did not want those boys. As a mother, I cannot imagine being without my son. I would rather go without oxygen than not have the love of my life by my side. Is she that selfish and self-obsessed that she cares more about herself, partying, flashing her va-jay-jay all around town then being home with those two boys? Apparently so. I would have done everything in my power to keep my precious children than have to give them up to some wanna-be rapper baby-daddy. I would be sitting on top of my money in my beach house in Malibu playing Elmo with the kids and watching Sesame Street, instead of club hopping, lip synching, and getting my head shaved.
Are the kids better off? What do you think? Will K-Fed take better care of his children than their OWN mother?
Michelle Kane wants you to GET LIT with her new book, CONFESSIONS OF A CATHOLIC SCHOOLGIRL...25% of royalties go to help victims of domestic violence
It's about time they took those kids away from her!
That pretty much says it all. She did not want those boys. As a mother, I cannot imagine being without my son. I would rather go without oxygen than not have the love of my life by my side. Is she that selfish and self-obsessed that she cares more about herself, partying, flashing her va-jay-jay all around town then being home with those two boys? Apparently so. I would have done everything in my power to keep my precious children than have to give them up to some wanna-be rapper baby-daddy. I would be sitting on top of my money in my beach house in Malibu playing Elmo with the kids and watching Sesame Street, instead of club hopping, lip synching, and getting my head shaved.
Are the kids better off? What do you think? Will K-Fed take better care of his children than their OWN mother?
Michelle Kane wants you to GET LIT with her new book, CONFESSIONS OF A CATHOLIC SCHOOLGIRL...25% of royalties go to help victims of domestic violence
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Teenage Baby Killer
I cried real salty tears today as I saw the news about the Michigan teen volleyball player who gave birth to a LIVE infant and then put the corpse in a plastic bag.
I know, I know---from domestic violence to infant murderers, I write about some morbid stuff I hear and see in the news. I can hardly stand to even watch the news any more. Where is all the good news about people helping others? I'm tired about hearing about assaults, beatings, rapes, molestations and murders in the media.
Why are people so crazy? What can we do about it? How does a "good Catholic schoolgirl" raised in the suburbs, a college student no less, kill her own child?
Was she not educated on her many other, more acceptable options?
Was she too selfish to care?
Parents, please teach your kids some morals and values. Don't mean to be preachy----but come on, this girl obviously knew better.
I know, I know---from domestic violence to infant murderers, I write about some morbid stuff I hear and see in the news. I can hardly stand to even watch the news any more. Where is all the good news about people helping others? I'm tired about hearing about assaults, beatings, rapes, molestations and murders in the media.
Why are people so crazy? What can we do about it? How does a "good Catholic schoolgirl" raised in the suburbs, a college student no less, kill her own child?
Was she not educated on her many other, more acceptable options?
Was she too selfish to care?
Parents, please teach your kids some morals and values. Don't mean to be preachy----but come on, this girl obviously knew better.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
OJ Simpson--Domestic Violence Murderer
Okay, so I know there is a lot of debate out there about the Goldmans changing their minds to publish OJ's sick book. But what other choice do they have to get their money he owes them? It makes me sick to think that not only did he get away with years of domestic violence abuse, murdering two people, and still living in luxury avoiding doing the right thing (surprise) and taking care of his settlement in the civil suit, but now he's been arrested?
What does this say about this guy? Here I am trying to help survivors of domestic violence and you have someone like OJ out on the loose to hurt more people. It's just not right.
What does this say about this guy? Here I am trying to help survivors of domestic violence and you have someone like OJ out on the loose to hurt more people. It's just not right.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Britney Spears/VMA's
Okay, I could not just watch that TRAIN WRECK on Sunday night without adding my two cents, could I? Is Britney Spears now possessed with the spirit of Anna Nicole Smith? She can't sing (lip sync), can't dance, and still has her "baby pouch." She seemed zonked out of her mind, stumbling through those Dance? moves. I am so embarrassed for her, if she is not embarrassed herself. The Kid Rock/Tommy Lee altercation was more exciting than her "performance."
Please Britney---if I had your money, I would sit back in my mansion in Malibu and play with my kids. Do everyone a favor and retire early. Aren't your FANS all grown up themselves and moms now?
You career is so over. Ooops, you did it again...messed up that is.
Please Britney---if I had your money, I would sit back in my mansion in Malibu and play with my kids. Do everyone a favor and retire early. Aren't your FANS all grown up themselves and moms now?
You career is so over. Ooops, you did it again...messed up that is.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Fighting to end domestic violence
My first "profit sharing" check is out to help victims of domestic violence. It feels great! Donating 25% of profits from sales of my book, CONFESSIONS OF A CATHOLIC SCHOOLGIRL may not help me sell more books (hope it does!) but no matter how small, I am contributing to a worthy cause---making a difference.
Domestic violence needs to be put to a STOP! Victims of DV need help---for themselves, as well as their children. Again, I saw another case this morning about a local man killing his wife. He was in jail for a previous domestic violence attack on his wife and now he is free and on the loose after her murder. Doesn't it make you sick?
Domestic violence needs to be put to a STOP! Victims of DV need help---for themselves, as well as their children. Again, I saw another case this morning about a local man killing his wife. He was in jail for a previous domestic violence attack on his wife and now he is free and on the loose after her murder. Doesn't it make you sick?
Friday, August 24, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Somerset Collection
Today, Xander and Mommy went shopping at the Somerset Collection in Troy for Mommy's "back-to-school" clothes. Even us teachers need some new school outfits to look fashionable throughout the season (makes going back to work more tolerable!) Today, is also the day I decided to never again take a toddler to the mall.
Now that Xander can press a button and unlock himself out of his stroller, he refuses to stay seated. "I want out! Want to walk!"
He stiffens and wails when Mommy tries to put him back in the stroller upon one of his escapes. Besides putting a straight jacket on the kid, he's so stubborn he will get his way or die trying. "I want to walk!"
Ducking into the Gap dressing room to try on some jeans and pants, I let him walk around in my tennis shoes to keep him quiet. "I smell kaka, Mama." So I change his pull-up right there on the Gap floor on the dressing room. Five minutes later. "I smell kaka again."
Mommy changes it again. Mommy struggles to get toddler back in stroller. Mommy forces toddler against his will back into stroller. Toddler screams bloody murder. Salesgirl asks if things are alright.
Things are alright as Xander escapes from his stroller again and runs out into the mall.
Never again. In three hours, all I managed to buy is one shirt and two pairs of socks. Between tantrums, feedings, changings, strapping into stroller, there wasn't any time or any sanity left to shop. This teacher has finally learned a lesson.
Now that Xander can press a button and unlock himself out of his stroller, he refuses to stay seated. "I want out! Want to walk!"
He stiffens and wails when Mommy tries to put him back in the stroller upon one of his escapes. Besides putting a straight jacket on the kid, he's so stubborn he will get his way or die trying. "I want to walk!"
Ducking into the Gap dressing room to try on some jeans and pants, I let him walk around in my tennis shoes to keep him quiet. "I smell kaka, Mama." So I change his pull-up right there on the Gap floor on the dressing room. Five minutes later. "I smell kaka again."
Mommy changes it again. Mommy struggles to get toddler back in stroller. Mommy forces toddler against his will back into stroller. Toddler screams bloody murder. Salesgirl asks if things are alright.
Things are alright as Xander escapes from his stroller again and runs out into the mall.
Never again. In three hours, all I managed to buy is one shirt and two pairs of socks. Between tantrums, feedings, changings, strapping into stroller, there wasn't any time or any sanity left to shop. This teacher has finally learned a lesson.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
13 Days
In exactly 13 days, I will be back in the classroom. Boo hoo! Where did the summer go? Why does it always seem that fun times go by so quickly, while days at work go by so slowly? Each minute is still only 60 seconds.
I must squeeze in all the fun I can before I go back to work. My priority now is to play, play, and play some more with my two-year-old son before summer sets and autumn returns for another crisp season.
Is it too much to ask for good, respectable, responsible high school students this year? I will try to be the best teacher I can, and I only ask my students to be the best they can. If you come to class, expect to work. Come prepared, bring your books, read, write and enjoy it. My job will be much more enjoyable. Yes, I know I am a dreamer. THE SECRET says to visualize the positive, right?
I must squeeze in all the fun I can before I go back to work. My priority now is to play, play, and play some more with my two-year-old son before summer sets and autumn returns for another crisp season.
Is it too much to ask for good, respectable, responsible high school students this year? I will try to be the best teacher I can, and I only ask my students to be the best they can. If you come to class, expect to work. Come prepared, bring your books, read, write and enjoy it. My job will be much more enjoyable. Yes, I know I am a dreamer. THE SECRET says to visualize the positive, right?
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Blurry-Eyed and Bushed
You’re not tired yet? Unbelievable. Eye can feel my lids becoming heavy and beginning to close.
Can’t…stay…open. Must…stay…open.
Just before Eye fade to black, you force me back open to stare blankly at a little blinking black line on a white, almost blank computer screen. I think you called it a “canvas” once.
Can’t you see that Eye’m getting blurry? The stinging and burning sensation you feel in my sockets should tip you off. Yeah, yeah, Eye know that you got a late start. Shouldn’t have been abusing me and wasting me by flipping through the television channels trying to find that Reality TV marathon. Like “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy” is worth blowing the opportunity to become a bestselling author. You’re pushing me too hard, and Eye don’t like it one bit. Eye don’t want to be blamed if you miss your deadline. Eye won’t be responsible for your procrastination.
Why don’t you give us a break? Eye’m just two pale-green irises with overworked pupils that cannot help you anymore. You’re getting too pushy. Eye can get really irritated if you strain me. Look in the mirror at me and you will see those little red squiggly lines forcing their way in. Eye’m so ugly. Not very becoming on a promising, new writer. Eye even think I see some dark, puffy circles under me. Tsk tsk. Why do you treat me so badly? Without me, you’re nothing. Sure you’ll still have your imagination—but you can’t create without vision. Face it. You need me.
Can you stop yawning and rubbing at me? It won’t make things better. Eye thought we were a team—you and Eye. The only thing that will help us now is a good night’s sleep. All Eye can see are hazy images of letters mixing into words and blurring into sentences. Members of the alphabet lost and angry-- jumping out at me from the screen. Oops! Just spotted some spelling errors and a few typos. There’s really no rush, you know. Better for you to perfect your work than to get any more of those nasty rejection letters. You know Eye hate reading those. They’re brutal on our motivation.
Get some rest, girl. Shut me…close me…it’s okay. Relax. You know Eye will be here for you tomorrow. Well-rested and ready to go. Me…you…the canvas. Sound like a plan?
Darkness.
Lights out.
Goodnight.
Finally some shut eye.
Michelle Kane hopes you GET LIT with her new novel, CONFESSIONS OF A CATHOLIC SCHOOLGIRL. A portion of profits from book sales to be donated to domestic violence shelters.
Can’t…stay…open. Must…stay…open.
Just before Eye fade to black, you force me back open to stare blankly at a little blinking black line on a white, almost blank computer screen. I think you called it a “canvas” once.
Can’t you see that Eye’m getting blurry? The stinging and burning sensation you feel in my sockets should tip you off. Yeah, yeah, Eye know that you got a late start. Shouldn’t have been abusing me and wasting me by flipping through the television channels trying to find that Reality TV marathon. Like “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy” is worth blowing the opportunity to become a bestselling author. You’re pushing me too hard, and Eye don’t like it one bit. Eye don’t want to be blamed if you miss your deadline. Eye won’t be responsible for your procrastination.
Why don’t you give us a break? Eye’m just two pale-green irises with overworked pupils that cannot help you anymore. You’re getting too pushy. Eye can get really irritated if you strain me. Look in the mirror at me and you will see those little red squiggly lines forcing their way in. Eye’m so ugly. Not very becoming on a promising, new writer. Eye even think I see some dark, puffy circles under me. Tsk tsk. Why do you treat me so badly? Without me, you’re nothing. Sure you’ll still have your imagination—but you can’t create without vision. Face it. You need me.
Can you stop yawning and rubbing at me? It won’t make things better. Eye thought we were a team—you and Eye. The only thing that will help us now is a good night’s sleep. All Eye can see are hazy images of letters mixing into words and blurring into sentences. Members of the alphabet lost and angry-- jumping out at me from the screen. Oops! Just spotted some spelling errors and a few typos. There’s really no rush, you know. Better for you to perfect your work than to get any more of those nasty rejection letters. You know Eye hate reading those. They’re brutal on our motivation.
Get some rest, girl. Shut me…close me…it’s okay. Relax. You know Eye will be here for you tomorrow. Well-rested and ready to go. Me…you…the canvas. Sound like a plan?
Darkness.
Lights out.
Goodnight.
Finally some shut eye.
Michelle Kane hopes you GET LIT with her new novel, CONFESSIONS OF A CATHOLIC SCHOOLGIRL. A portion of profits from book sales to be donated to domestic violence shelters.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
My D list celebrity sightings
So a few weeks ago, we went to a local Greek festival, and OPA! guess who was there performing a FREE concert? Yes, American Idol castoff, Constatine. Check out the photo from his "HOT" performance. He's a lot thinner in person.
Then...on a recent trip to the Hard Rock Casino in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, guess which MTV reality star I spotted now working as a consierge at the hotel? Gay Dan from "The Real World Miami." Looking absolutely fabulous and talking with his hands, of course.
Now what I want to know is when will I run into some A listers, like Brangelina?
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Rock of Love/Scott Baio is 45 and single
Okay, so when I'm not being a wife, mother, writer, reader, exerciser, traveler...etc., I watch reality tv shows about has-beens. Like a good train wreck or car crash, they are quite addicting to gawk at.
There is a new show on VH1 called Rock of Love---which is about the lead singer, Bret Michaels of 80's hair band fame, Poison. He still has the long, bleached blonde hair and still wears the do-rags and at 40- something is making out with all kinds of drunken skanks half his age. It's so bad, I can't stop watching. Am I a big Poison fan? No. Is Bret Michaels hiding his receding hairline. Yes. It's very funny to see an aging rocker still look the same 20 years later and thinks he looks just as hot.
Now there's also the VH1 show "Scott Baio is 45 and Single" for all you Happy Days fans. I never knew Scott Baio was such a jerk to all these women. ...and Chachi was so sweet---my old crush is now crushed forever. Michelle Does NOT love Chachi any longer.
I can't wait to view more mindless TV when more 80s has-beens come back around. This time it's The Coreys. Sweet. Two train wrecks for the time of one.
There is a new show on VH1 called Rock of Love---which is about the lead singer, Bret Michaels of 80's hair band fame, Poison. He still has the long, bleached blonde hair and still wears the do-rags and at 40- something is making out with all kinds of drunken skanks half his age. It's so bad, I can't stop watching. Am I a big Poison fan? No. Is Bret Michaels hiding his receding hairline. Yes. It's very funny to see an aging rocker still look the same 20 years later and thinks he looks just as hot.
Now there's also the VH1 show "Scott Baio is 45 and Single" for all you Happy Days fans. I never knew Scott Baio was such a jerk to all these women. ...and Chachi was so sweet---my old crush is now crushed forever. Michelle Does NOT love Chachi any longer.
I can't wait to view more mindless TV when more 80s has-beens come back around. This time it's The Coreys. Sweet. Two train wrecks for the time of one.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Harry Potter
Are you into the whole Harry Potter craze? They are having parties all over town and read-ins for the lastest and last book in the series. I just don't get it. I have not read any of the books. All I know is that I am very jealous right now of J.K. Rowling.
At least kids...and adults too are reading!
At least kids...and adults too are reading!
Monday, July 16, 2007
$660 Million Priest Sex Abuse Settlement
Los Angeles, CA.
In one of the largest settlements ever for the victims of pedophile priests, I am happy that it finally seems some justice is being served. But is it really? Catholic priests have long been quietly shuffled around from parish to parish to silence the awful rumors of pedophilia. So for any other pedophile, they would have to register as a sex offender and face some type of criminal charges. Why do Catholic priests get "off" so easy?
Can a million dollars or more help to the pain after having your childhood murdered by some sick priest? Is that really justice for the victims, their loved ones, and for the pedophiles?
In my book, CONFESSIONS OF A CATHOLIC SCHOOLGIRL, the character of Father Fingers gets shuffled off to a different parish after the rumors got louder and he continued to live his life, and his work in the name of Jesus Christ. How many more children had to suffer from the hands of an embarrassed diocese with their new priest? Priests who are sent to other churches don't suffer a consequence, they continue to destruct lives and molest innocent children. Catholics beware! Is your favorite priest a transplant from another parish?
Please--do not let your kids be alone with these pedophiles.
In one of the largest settlements ever for the victims of pedophile priests, I am happy that it finally seems some justice is being served. But is it really? Catholic priests have long been quietly shuffled around from parish to parish to silence the awful rumors of pedophilia. So for any other pedophile, they would have to register as a sex offender and face some type of criminal charges. Why do Catholic priests get "off" so easy?
Can a million dollars or more help to the pain after having your childhood murdered by some sick priest? Is that really justice for the victims, their loved ones, and for the pedophiles?
In my book, CONFESSIONS OF A CATHOLIC SCHOOLGIRL, the character of Father Fingers gets shuffled off to a different parish after the rumors got louder and he continued to live his life, and his work in the name of Jesus Christ. How many more children had to suffer from the hands of an embarrassed diocese with their new priest? Priests who are sent to other churches don't suffer a consequence, they continue to destruct lives and molest innocent children. Catholics beware! Is your favorite priest a transplant from another parish?
Please--do not let your kids be alone with these pedophiles.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Dreamer?
I forgot to update the dreamer side of blog! Silly me! Does one have time to dream anymore? Actually dreamed last night of a big giant bee zooming and buzzing by my head. Might have something to do with husband actually slashing a dozen or so bee hives that were built sneakily under our deck.
Dreaming of book sales---more money to help fight domestic violence and a relaxing, luxury cruise to the Greek Islands.....mmmmm......better than bees.
Dreaming of book sales---more money to help fight domestic violence and a relaxing, luxury cruise to the Greek Islands.....mmmmm......better than bees.
Writers Write, Right?
Wow! It has been almost a month and I have not been blogging much. Busy with summer fun and a bunch of other stuff. Mom stuff mostly. Which brings me to me being a writer, I should be writing, right? And that includes blogging. Speaking of this blog--which is about news about my life as a Mom/Writer/Teacher--I should update you on the those three areas of my life.
Mom: Have waited to hit the potty training hard as I wait to get through my last jumbo box of Huggies. Xander's allergies have been flaring up lately (like Mommy's) as we have been spending lots of time outdoors---playing, swimming, checking out festivals in and around Detroit, etc. Going through lots of tissue over here as Xander's nose is constantly running.
Writer: Doing some shameless self-promotion as have plastered up book announcements all over town--you may notice my bright, neon pink flyers in downtown areas of Ferndale, Royal Oak and Birmingham. Trying to line up some radio interviews and of course, the internet marketing is never ending.
Teacher: On a much needed vacation. When I asked the kids what they learned in class as an extra credit option to their final exam---here were some of their responses:
"Nothing."
"That I hated reading boring Romeo and Juliet."
"I learned that you have a passion for coffee. You should open your own coffee shop."
I am also a wife! Of almost five years--this Friday! How does time go by so fast after marriage?? Happy anniversary, honey!
Mom: Have waited to hit the potty training hard as I wait to get through my last jumbo box of Huggies. Xander's allergies have been flaring up lately (like Mommy's) as we have been spending lots of time outdoors---playing, swimming, checking out festivals in and around Detroit, etc. Going through lots of tissue over here as Xander's nose is constantly running.
Writer: Doing some shameless self-promotion as have plastered up book announcements all over town--you may notice my bright, neon pink flyers in downtown areas of Ferndale, Royal Oak and Birmingham. Trying to line up some radio interviews and of course, the internet marketing is never ending.
Teacher: On a much needed vacation. When I asked the kids what they learned in class as an extra credit option to their final exam---here were some of their responses:
"Nothing."
"That I hated reading boring Romeo and Juliet."
"I learned that you have a passion for coffee. You should open your own coffee shop."
I am also a wife! Of almost five years--this Friday! How does time go by so fast after marriage?? Happy anniversary, honey!
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