Eu lembro que teve um desfile do Julien MacDonald que ele queria colocar a Miss Piggy na primeira fila - RISOS - e acabou colocando mesmo.

Miss Piggy é tudo - roubei da BBC.

Parece que deu no PerezHilton e tudo, mas eu não gosto do PerezHilton, não foi por lá que eu vi... essa pérola:

*suspiro*
Ai, se na minha época da faculdade tivesse YouTube...
(copyright da frase: Talita Denardi)

...Avete presente 'Mimi' (Beaker) del Muppet Show? Grandioso! :)

Quanti momenti piacevoli passati davanti alla TV in compagnia di questi simpatici pupazzi!! Alcuni di voi li ricorderanno certamente: Kermit la rana, Miss Piggy, Gonzo l'alieno...

I Muppet sono pupazzi creati da Jim Henson, regista e produttore cinematografico, protagonisti di due trasmissioni televisive di successo nate negli USA e poi trasmesse un po' in tutto il globo: il Muppet Show e Sesame Street.
I Muppet solitamente sono costituiti da uno scheletro di polyfoam ricoperto di tessuto e capelli di nylon, gli occhi sono realizzati con galleggianti da pesca e palline da ping pong come nel caso della rana Kermit e Beaker! Sorpresi?

Alla società di Henson si devono anche pupazzi apparsi in produzioni molto celebri, basti pensare alla saga di 'Guerre Stellari' (Yoda...) e al film fantasy 'Labyrinth'.

Il personaggio che preferisco è appunto 'Beaker' ('Mimi'!), l'assistente del Dr. Bunsen Honeydew... 'Beaker' normalmente comunica attraverso una serie di "mi-mi-mi" pronunciati ad una tonalità piuttosto alta, il che lo rende irresistibile!!!

Nel video di oggi ritroverete proprio Beaker in veste di cantante, purtroppo senza molto successo... E dire che ce la mette tutta; superba l'interpretazione, la mi-mi-ca, la gestualità.
Da rimarcare la performance di Animal alla batteria! :)

Who doesn't remember her??? :D

A causa della legge sulla privacy non posso dimostraverlo, ma a volte i pupazzi hanno dei sosia umani!?!?!? :D

Cause the privacy's law I can't show you, but sometimes puppets have human doubles!?!?!? :D

So there you have it.  Muppets.  Disney Stars. I watched it and it wasn't that great but oh well.  It featured Kermit, Miss Piggy, Gonzo, Fozzie Bear, The Swedish Chef, and others.

Glick

So, being on the TV beat (since Mememoi has gallantly given up cable*) I have spent way too much time this weekend covering my assignments with three out of the four requiring me to watch the Disney Channel.

LTD was a piece of cake. I tucked in to watch week 2 of The DC Games, but I will not be blogging about it (that task will fall to Little Big Fan with the help of Mememoi). I liked it (GO COMETS!) but watching Disney Channel involves more than just sitting through the shows. For me, the one without a kid, it can be a little grating (or not grating enough - I just can't seem to turn off Hannah Montana sometimes - LOL).

That being said, considering my reaction to 20/20, I was a little nervous that I was going to hate Studio DC: Almost Live. So I grabbed my notebook, poured myself some wine, and watched it. I really really...(click through the jump to see what I thought of the show, and to watch the clip!)

*Who needs cable when you have the Internet, right?

...liked it! (See...I do have a heart.)

It was charming, sweet, and funny; those Muppets can do no wrong (GONZO!), and the music was just enough. Also, I thought the "Suite Life of Zack and Cody" skit was funnier than that actual show.

The Jonas Brothers bit clocked in at just over 2 minutes and included pushing, Miss Piggy as Joan S. Jonas, and an abbreviated "That's Just The Way We Roll" with Ms. Jonas playing the part all of us play when we are singing along in our showers, bedrooms, or cars.

Oh - and look who got to sing with Miley!

Man, I was like being totally prescient.

Though I didn't exactly appreciate the suggestion that Electric Mayhem had Miley's band "tied up" somewhere...poor Mike and Kay*!

*(Two of the excellent artist-bloggers who back Miley, to whom we were introduced via Garbo's ex-blog, during the Best of Both Worlds Tour.)

[Via:Bambiii3 (YouTube)]

Yes, it was the Torture Chamber, where Mr Popper's Penguins (in audio form) was forced on my children during their confinement in the family minivan on the way home from Tahoe yesterday.  You would've thought we were pulling out their fingernails one by one.  They asked for Hawk Nelson, a Canadian band that does play semi-decent music even in my old-person's opinion, but I said, "NO!"  And out of the cd case came Mr. Popper followed by sighs, grunts, groans, pishaws and corresponding eye rolling. 

The chanting began in the back of the van, but thanks to quality factory installed speakers, they could not out-shout Mr. Popper.  Everytime they yelled and interrupted Mr. Popper, my husband, who is a closet-literary-buff (OK, stop laughing) would start the cd over.  My children are quick studies.  It only took them five or six times to stop the barrage of noise.

Finally after chapter one, I paused the intellectually stimulating penguin story and informed my three homeschooled offspring that there would indeed be a quiz before dinner.  Flunkers would not be eating.  Amazing how the stupid penguin story got very interesting after that.  I asked really hard questions like "What is the Popper's address?" and "Who was the admiral on the radio broadcast?" There was much cheating behind me, due to my children sincerely feeling empathy for a sibling who might go hungry.  Coughs with the answer embedded and barely audible whispers were detected.  Being full of grace and mercy, just like our Lord, I gave them all two chances and their answers proved they actually were listening. (One point for Mom and Mr. Popper.)

Funny thing was, the cd started skipping.  I LOATHE library cds that skip.  But that's just another one of my shortcomings that don't need mention here.  As the full length story was considerably shortened, Rick told the kids to be thankful it was Mr. Popper's speed reading day.  Ha ha ha.  Very funny, hon.

My parents used to torture us with a single eight track tape of a gospel quartet called The Statesmen.  After a trip from California to Canada and back again with the sole Statesmen tape, we grew to appreciate good harmonies and men that could sing higher than Miss. Piggy.  If you ever need any of the lyrics from the Statesmen, please contact me or my siblings.  We know every single word.... in four part harmony, because we're going to "see Saint Peter, Ol' James and John, we're gonna talk to the prophets one by one, when we move back into my Father's house on Heaven Avenue."  See, it's a generational torture chamber.

I used to have the Muppets record and played the heck out of it. Easily my favorite record of all time was Kermit and his Green song, I'd play it over and over. Well, that and some record of a Bugs Bunny cartoon, that we got in a hand-me-down bag where he ends up with Marvin the Martian and Daffy is there, and I can't remember if it's that one with the hairy beast in it or not, but the record used to skip on Daffy all the time, I never knew if it was because of his lisp.

I used lay sprawled out in my jammies in front of the TV enthralled with the Muppet's, My favorites were Pigs in Space, and the Swedish Chef. Its end in the evening meant the night was over and I had to go to bed. No matter how hard I tried to fight it the bedtime thing, (sometimes even resorting to hiding in the giant chair in front of the TV).

I'm a little off topic, I wanted to take the time to discuss Anthro's Corporations Green efforts (briefly), in this current market of trendy Green claims, filled with unmet promises and band wagon like trumpeting. Anthro Corporations current position is to steer clear of the trends, never make a promise we can't keep and to always provide the customer service that violates your expectations.

Monday, the owner actually plucked a banana peel off the top of my garbage, and with no words handed it to me. This is because there are compost bins in the break room. The best part is that there are 2, one for the worm bins presently housed at the back door of the building. Then there is a 2nd bin to only hold coffee, banana and orange peels, because evidently the worms don't like these items. A dutiful member of our Green Committee will gather the various bags of compost and feel the worms to their decomposed treats. Then take the other bag home for their home composting operation.

Anthro Corporation proudly recycles about 84% of it's waste, a fact I will mention many times, and some of us are big fans of Kermit the Frog too. Please visit us at www.anthro.com

If only I had this raw talent. I would not want to clean up after these guys, but  with the profits that these piglets will be bringing in, they will have their own studio with maid service....

Fuck the Pain Away sung by Miss Piggy

courtesy of FunnyOrDie.com

I'm sure that most level-headed people would agree with me that Barack Obama is an articulate, intelligent and thoughtful politician, which seems to be all the proof that news dorks like Chris Matthews need to accuse him of having no personality. But it's not like John Mc Cain is fucking Bob Hope or something. It's not like he comes bounding out onto the stage and starts slinging one-liners around with Miss Piggy. We've been down this road before with both Al Gore and John Kerry. When did it become a political necessity for our potential leaders to be entertaining? And if that's the criteria, how come we don't see Carrot-Top and Gallagher make a run for The Oval Office? Sure, they're a couple of hacks, but look at who our president's been for the last 7 years! A coke-snorting, drunk-driving, prisoner-frying, oil-guzzling retard; the political equivalent of Eddie Munster (no offense to Eddie Munster). I suppose that's entertaining in a rubber-necker kind of a way. Personally speaking, I found it pretty entertaining when I discovered that the Dubya in his name stood for Walker, because it lead me to nickname him Wally, which is a western European term for an idiot. I bet his middle name really is Wally, and ‘Walker’ is just another example of Republican spin-doctoring: "No, no, no, his middle name can't be Wally, that just won't cut the mustard. We need to make it into something a little more suave...say, for instance, Walker. Yes, Walker, that's a suitable middle name... closely related to Wally, but with a more Chuck Norrisy sound to it. It makes him sound like a tough-as-nails kind of Wally."

I had a strange encounter at a bar a couple of months before the 2000 presidential election that kind of under-scores my meandering point. 2 very drunken fellows were sitting beside me criticizing Al Gore, so I got involved in their conversation and asked one of them about Wally. I believe I said to the guy that Bush is "like a dumb dog with its tongue lolling out of the side of its mouth frantically humping your leg", and the guy actually said to me, "Well, who would you rather drink with?" And I said to him, "Keith Moon...Keith Moon is who I'd rather drink with. And Keith and I would go pick up Bon Scott and John Belushi and head on over to the Playboy Mansion for a night of drunken, drug-fueled whore-mongering". Actually, that last bit was bullshit, what I actually expressed to this person, with the seemingly kill-joy point of view, was that I didn't think that was a good approach to deciding who should be the next Commander-In-Chief. And the guy looked at me all cock-eyed and said, "Well I know who I'd rather drink with...Bush! Fuck Gore! Bush don't bother me with no save the planet, tree huggery-buggery, po-lit-ically correct boolsheet. Bush talk all 'bout how much fun it is to fry retards! Why, just the other day he was talkin' 'bout how the Texas Senate was fixin' to stop killin' retards and Dubya told them there mutherfuckers, Hell no, I like the law the way it is!!! Kuh-ch-ch-ch! That's muh boy raht there, man. Dubya don't take no shit from no-body!!!" Okay, so most of that was bullshit too, but the first part of the quote was true. However it did disturb me to think that there were actually people out there who were going to be voting based solely on whom they'd rather get shitty with. Having said that, it would be pretty cool to see a president stumble out onto the White House lawn and puke all over the podium, and then start crying and talking about how his father didn't love him. Anyway, don't get me wrong, it's not like I considered Gore a much better candidate for president. He would have made a better candidate, but not a much better candidate. Ralph Nader would have made a much better candidate.

 But let's get back to Barack Obama, and his apparent lack of personality. What's he supposed to do, start addressing the public with Richard Pryor-like anecdotes about freebasing Columbia and lighting himself on fire? What the fuck? I will say one thing about him though, have you happened to notice that his lips are blue? Maybe the real Obama actually drowned several years ago and the man we see running for president is actually part of some top-secret Government re-animation project directed by Herbert West. Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll name Cthulhu as his running mate. Never mind negative campaigning, Cthulhu will just devour McCain with that menacing tentacled head of his.

Then again, at times Obama reminds me of that black albino chick from the Omega Man. If you removed Barack's irises and gave him a set of hooters, he could almost pass for her double, couldn't he? Just picture Barack with a brown robe and no irises and voila! But even this crap that I'm spewing forth doesn't detract from the fact that the man would make an excellent president. They keep saying he has no experience. Well, Bush had no experience either, other than fucking up the State of Texas with blatant pandering to big Industry and frying women and handicapped people. So Barack has no experience of making America an unhappy place to live in... good !!! Elect Obama and his lack of personality and maybe we'll witness his desire to do the right thing negate his lack of experience.

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It might have been more than 20 years ago since I first encountered the Muppet Show. During that time, I were just a small kid who favourite past-time is to watch TV while crunching snack. The TV is a big media then with tons of interesting programmes. The Muppet Show is just one of those I still have fond memories of. The show never stop to bring joy and laughter not only to small kid but also to those who refuse to grow up. Watching this programme really make one feels young at heart. The success of Muppet Show lies in creative use of cute Muppets that able to express wide range of action and expression (That is really the genius of those behind the Muppet !). The muppets are playful and fun-loving, and that is perhaps what many of us want to be forever. The most prominent figures are Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy. They are loving pair who constant expression of love and affection for each other on screen create immense laughter.

Kermit the Frog is performed and voiced by the late Jim Henson  and as for who performed and voiced the irresistible Miss Piggy , you find out soon. As for the song, The Rainbow Connection, it is unforgettable piece of song from Muppet Show popularised by Kermit and is greatly missed by those kids in the 1980s.

Now, thank to the internet, the Muppets have returned to those who want to experience those joy and laughter again. Yes, the Muppets are classic and timeless.

The Rainbow Connection

MTV

The Rainbow Connection

Why are there so many
Songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side
Rainbow's are visions
They're only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we've been told and some chose to
Believe it
But I know they're wrong wait and see

Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me

Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what it's done so far
What's so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
What so we think we might see

Someday we'll find it
That Rainbow Connection
The lovers the dreamers and me

Have you been half asleep
And have you heard voices
I've heard them calling my name
Are these the sweet sounds that called
The young sailors
I think they're one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
There's something that I'm supposed to be

Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me

With Debbie Harry

Another hilarious video

Cover By Karen Carpenters .

Listen to how the smooth soothing voice of Karen render this song so beautifully

By Sarah Mclachlan

Miscellaneous

Jim Henson and  Frank Oz On Show

Behind the scene of Muppet Show

Announcing the demise of Jim Henson

Tribute to Jim Henson

Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog, the perfect Couple of the Muppet Show

You might be familiar with the famous quote

May the force be with you

For those who do not know, it is uttered by Yoda in the Star Wars saga, The Empires Strikes Back . So how is Yoda related to the Puppet Show other than been as handsome as rest of the puppet ? Look aside, they share the same voice by Frank Oz . So which is the lucky puppet voiced by Frank Oz ? Surprise ! It is the flamboyant and sexy Miss Piggy , the other half of Kermit the Frog.

Many will lament it is a mismatch in heaven due difference in size and species but in Muppet Show, anything goes. They definitely share the same interest and infatuation. Their marriage is much anticipated after a long period of courtship of Kermit by Miss Piggy. What's a lucky frog Kermit is.

Learn how Miss Piggy court Kermit.

Courtship of Kermit by Miss Piggy (Kermit is the shy type).

Miss Piggy getting impatient

The moment they waiting for !

finally, words from the master

May   be with you !

While the girls were busy grooming and learning how to french braid the horses manes and tails, Miss Piggy was enjoying a mud facial and taking a nap. She would need her beauty sleep to get ready for the big night ahead. After dinner, she was looking forward to roasting marshmallows and watching movies all night long!!!!! We love summer!!!!!

Miss Piggy does not want to be left out. She will tolerate being brushed and petted if there are carrots involved. The campers are making her a nice soft bed of hay in the barn where she spends half of her busy day.

bell one day. He also tapped on the glass to get our attention, and oops....cracked the glass. Between the goats and the ponies getting into the house, we decided it was time to fence the yard. We still have a back entrance that had not been pony proofed. Our campers had a wake up call this morning when Miss Piggy and a few ponies greeting them through the window.

(Fast Food x Every day) + (Excess Fat + Disease) = Death

The show was aimed at those members of the public who believe that the gherkin in their Big Mac counts towards their 5 a day. It was designed to pick them up by the scruff of the neck and give them a bloody good shake, and a smack around their ketchup smeared chops. Nothing that Jamie Oliver said isn't already common knowledge and in fact just basic common sense. He simply pointed out that if you shovel huge amounts of crap down your throat you will not only gain weight and look like a bouncy castle, but your body will buckle under the strain and your over inflated internal organs will eventually give up and stop working. More than likely a good few years before you are actually ready to give up on life. He also spelt out, by way of statistics and shocking test results that to continue with their junk fueled diet would put them at risk of a whole host of life threatening conditions, including heart disease, cancer and diabetes.

The 18 calorie guzzling guinea pigs on the show all had several thing in common. They lived on take aways, rarely if ever touched a vegetable and barely owned a saucepan between them. They were all classified as either overweight, obese or morbidly obese by their BMI.  They also seemed unable to put 2 and 2 together and realise that if you fill your body with saturated fats, sugar, salt and preservatives, and then run a mile from any nutrients or vitamins, you are inevitably going to look more like Miss Piggy than Miss Universe and probably won't live long enough to meet your grandchildren.

One of the volunteers had her daily food and calorie intake laid out on a table for all the world to see. While she wasn't massively over her recommended calorie intake (2550 for men and 1940 for women - UK Department of Health), the food that she did eat all arrived in a cardboard box on the back of a delivery bike. Her wake up and smell the cooking oil moment came when she was told that from her daily diet, just the one Latte coffee and a small bowl of crisps that she ate every day would cause her to gain a whopping 3 and a half stone over the course of the next 15 months - pushing her from just plain old obese to morbidly obese. This news and the estimated weight gain shown in an expanding image of her on a nearby screen was understandably enough to make her second chin start to wobble with the shock. It just goes to show that when it comes to food, moderation and self control definitely seems to be the key.

Perhaps the biggest wake up call of all was the autopsy performed by Dr Gunther von Hagens on the body of a 25-stone man, who literally ate himself to death. While there's nothing like a little late night slicing and dicing to have your recently consumed dinner churning in your stomach, it did make for fascinating viewing. Once over the initial shock of seeing a human body being cut up and flapped open, seeing the massive amount of damage caused to the heart, lungs and liver by years of excessive eating was enough to make you push away the nearby packet of biscuits and reach for a carrot stick.

On the bright side, the best thing about obesity is that it can be cured and better still it can be prevented. Damage to bodies can be reversed and life spans extended. Parents can educate their children to eat well and in turn try and stamp out the rise in childhood obesity (read other article). Ideas and attitudes towards food can be changed, if the motivation to do so is there. I'd have to say that for most people surely the idea of staying alive is a pretty big motivation in itself.

Of course surrounded by treats, sweets and temptation at every cashiers till, very few people could honestly say that they live a completely healthy life or would even have the will power to try. And who would want to, life without any comfort food and empty calories would be very dull indeed. The trick it seems is to reach a happy medium and balance out the Yin and the Yang of unhealthy, healthy and good old fashioned exercise. Perhaps the answer is to have a take out as a treat, but then eat it while strapped to a treadmill. Or eat an entire block of chocolate, but wash it down with 3 litres of detoxing spring water..

I like a slab of Mud cake as much as the next person. I've actually just got through 2 pieces while writing this. There is of course a valid reason for being a pig today. I need extra insulation to survive a winter in Perth and I sense I will need a bit of a sugar kick to get through the dinner, bath and bed routine today. Mud cake aside, I like to try and stay as healthy as possibly. I have cut out meat, I drink Green Tea and I try and limit myself to 1 packet of Tim Tams a week.

Because I have children I would never want to knowingly do anything that would prevent me from being there to see them grow up, and in turn have their own children. I want to live for as long as possible, watch them turn into exactly what they will say they will never be and then watch them constantly nag their own offspring about eating all of the vegetables on their plate.

So let's hope that people like Jamie Oliver continue to use their fame and positive influence to try and scare people into facing up to the facts and turn their life around. Someone give the man a medal or better still a knighthood. If actors, pop stars and talk show hosts deserve one, then surely so to does someone trying to save the lives of both this generation and the next.

Because so many people are trying to find copies of this show, I have found a website (based in Oz) that sells both a VHS or DVD version of 'Eat to Save your Life'.

Cost: VHS-$54.95 (+ plus P&H)
DVD -$54.95 (+ plus P&H)

Comfort food rules.....once again

Tired of Blog Hogs? Me, too! I had my own blog, but I had so many comments and requests for my beauty tips that I had no time to slop and eat the flowers. Blogging is too stressful, so I will just contribute my pearls of wisdom when I can. It's always something. A few years back, I had 30 acres of peanuts all to myself. They thought a whole family of feral hogs were involved, but it was just me. It's lonely being an only pig, so I compensate by eating enough for two. Stay tuned for info on my new beauty forum.

Miss Piggy

Please do not confuse me with a Muppet!!

Let's Go!!!! Mamacita had been so excited the day we took her to meet her mate. Probably because her food was in the back seat, but anyway we had no problem getting her into her little pen and loading her up for an air-conditioned limo ride to her luna miel. Miss Piggy ran after us. "Where are you going with all that sweet feed?" "I want to go, too!" She squealed. It is hard being an only pig. Maybe we could find her a boyfriend, too. Did I say that out loud? Guess so. Tom gave me the look......one pig was enough. If you look closely at the photo, you can see that she is badly in need of a pedicure and so far no one was willing to give it a try.

The first several weeks, we were able to talk to Mrs. Ladrona. She told us that she was not sure if Mamacita was bred or not. During our last conversation she told us that  her billy goat, Peligro was shy and they were still getting to know each other. How sweet, I  thought. That was a month ago and she was not returning my calls. I used to see her in the grocery store and the post office. We would see her in church. "Let's drive by her house and see if we can catch her at home" Tom suggested. The gate had been open the day that we dropped Mamacita off but this time there was a lock and chain. I didn't see anyone around and didn't think we should trespass so we left.  We decided to stop by the Gossip N Go on our way home and talk to Jolie known locally as La Prensa and see if she could tell us anything about Mrs. Ladrona. We learned that her caretaker, Soy Matadero had left and she was in the middle of building a cement pond all by herself. Her church and Garden Club activities were also keeping her busy. She was in charge of the Covered Dish Social at the church hall held every Saturday night. We decided that this would be our  best opportunity to get an up date on our little chivasita.

Hat-Tip Albyn on the 3As forum

I'm supposed to be cleaning my house.  We have a family of ten coming over tonight for dinner.  I'm drawn to things that don't need to be done... and turn my head from those things calling me names.  Names like "Miss. Piggy" and "messy" and "bad housekeeper" and "disgraceful."  That last one is ultra-applicable as my mother's name is Grace and she's a clean freak.  Sorry, Mom.

Why, oh why, did we choose horizontal dust-magnet blinds for every single blinkin' window in this house?  It seems like they are always covered with a layer of fuzz... even the day after I clean them.  I need to market my phenomenal wonder of an idea.... flocked blinds.  They will be delivered to your door with a layer of decorative fuzziness already on them... and they'll always look clean.  Can't you just hear the sales pitch???  "And these flocked blinds NEVER need cleaning!"  It will be a QVC smashing hit.  I'm sure of it.

And baseboards.  It was a man who invented baseboards because he couldn't cut straight lines in the sheet-rock to have it line up with the flooring.... creating yet another cleaning opportunity for the woman in his life.  Once upon a time, my baseboards were really and truly white.  Now they're the color of almost chocolate milk... like when the Quick ran out too soon. 

The plethora of engaging items drawing my attention away from cleaning are unbelievable.  The weeds grew overnight.  They need to be pulled NOW.  I know our guests will already have assumptions about my housekeeping, but my yard could be my excuse if it is weeded.   But it's 107 degrees and it's not even noon.  Weeding will have to wait until wintertime.

The boys have built a blanket fort using 4 mattresses, Zaza's purple canopy bed and all the sheets from the linen closet.  I asked them to put it all away before our guests arrive.  They looked at me like I had a third eye in the middle of my forehead.  "We built the fort to play in with THEM!"   Oh.  Well, I won't have to vacuum that room.  Maybe I could throw the load of dirty sheets in there too... and eliminate one load of laundry.

Did I forget to mention that camp is in two days (Yes, I'm going to be "dorm staff" for screaming little girls for a week) and I just threw in load #1 of 8.  In my next house, I'm having a laundry room on the same floor as the bedrooms, behind a secret door with a big screen tv in there, plush carpet with triple padding so it will feel like I want to go in there.  I can play the movie Miss Potter all the time, and dance with one of my husband's dirty shirts to "Shall I teach you how to dance."

Maybe I simply need to get some matching pink cleaning supplies.  Then I'll want to clean the house. 

One can dream.

"The state is being run by Miss Piggy and Kermit."

Broadcaster Ray Handley criticises NSW premier Morris Iemma and his Aboriginal Affairs minister Paul Lynch.

So the meat and potatoes of this story begins at the Wadsworth Atheneum, the oldest public art museum in the country (fun fact). I had the wonderful opportunity to work there on the weekends in college and invited my parents up to see one of the shows. I took them through a few cultural exhibits first and my father and I began to notice that my mother lacked what one might call "Museum Etiquette."

When one visits a museum, the art usually speaks louder than you, which is why we all whisper or at the very least, speak softly. This, however, is like asking my mother to speak in Portuguese while patting her head and rubbing her stomach. Telling a little kid to eat their vegetables when all they want is ice cream is also another safe analogy.

As we slowly saunter through the galleries, my father keeps whisper-yelling at my mother: "Marilee!! Quiet down! We're in a museum - there's no need to be that loud!" She of course replies with her ever-faithful response at 120 decibels, "Whaaaaat?! Oh shut up and stop yelling at me." Again, think of her voice as the love child of Fozzy and Miss Piggy - yep, that's it. You've got it in your head now...

I continue our tour through the museum and arrive at one of the more contemporary galleries. Low and behold - there was a sculpted bust.

"Loooooook!!! Staaaaaceeeeey, it's just like your BOOOOOOOB!!!"

The volume of her statement made me instantly whisper-scold her: "Two inch voices mom!!! Jesus, we're not at a sex-toy shop!"

She gave me a look like she'd rather be at the local Love Boutique than getting reprimanded at the museum.