Are we dead yet? Were the Mayans correct?

Were the Mayans correct with their end of the world calendar or did this merely happen?

If you are reading this, then we are not dead and we should celebrate our non-deadness.
However, I did wonder if there was something to the Mayan predictions when this rolled into town.

 

The dark sky caused quite a bit of concern. Several neighbor’s were out scanning the change in weather.

 

Of course, I was the only one with a camera feeling like a weirdo.

 

It was oddly and uncomfortably quiet. No dogs barking. No birds cheeping.

 

After turning on the weather channel, I went back to cooking. I figured if we are about to die, we should do it with a full belly. I suppose the world has to come to a close sometime and you don’t want to enter heaven starving and scanning for the nearest buffet, do you?

My Latest Article-Ken & Shelley Umezawa

The Umezawa’s found their way into my email inbox via a friend of a friend of a friend. After a few back and forth conversations, they were soon being interviewed in my home and photographed in my backyard.

Their story is remarkable, as she is a cancer survivor and he-her support system.
Here’s an excerpt from the article:

Shelley assumed the lump seen in the mirror was nothing more than a cyst and was shocked when the doctor told her otherwise. She remembers allowing a few tears to slip onto the exam table, and then slowly walking to the lobby where her husband, Ken, had been waiting.
“The look on her face distracted me from what I was thinking,” recalled Ken. “She looked shocked and terrified, which isn’t a look you see from her very often. That made it real.”

You can read the rest of my article about Ken & Shelley Umezawa here, at This Land Press.

On Fire, Mr. Fireman

Dear Readers:
Everything in our life has changed and I have been allowing bits and pieces of our changing lives as we transition from Touring the country with musician types to staying at home with normal types..
Well, scratch that. No one we hang out with is quite normal. Except you, Mom. You are soooo normal. (And I learned all my “normalness” from you.)
But, here we are with our lives changing overnight as Biceps pursues a career in fire fighting. Don’t worry, he’s not throwing in the towel on writing music and what-not. He just found a career that suited his fancy and still allows time for music.
And I thought you should have an up close and personal look at my man. In his fire fighting outfit.

 

Because he’s hot.
Every pun intended.

Fun with Mustaches

I just love the advances in technology.
Now, if a hip wears out-you can get a fancy new plastic one. You can laser your eyes to see 20/20. If you don’t like your boobs, chin, butt or anything else, you can pay to make them look better.
You can also make babies in test tubes, see a new planet from the comfort of your computer chair and watch as scientists grow an ear on a rat’s back.
And, you can put mustaches on anyone’s face, just by using your iphone and an app called “Stachematic”.
I am not getting any sort of kick-backs, money or otherwise for this post. I just like this ap. It’s funny. And I wanted to share it with you.

Hello, Mustachio Mom & Dad.

 

Mustachio’d Grandma.

 

Mustachio’d other Grandma, Dad, and Uncles.

 

And Mustachio’d Bianca.

I love technology.