Read My Lips

You can’t read the news these days without seeing something about Obama’s big health care reform ideas. I watched his health care speech/cheer last week and I admit I’m a bit concerned. I don’t know if anyone’s told him yet, but money doesn’t grow on trees and socialized health care will cost a pretty penny. So who will pay the bills? Of course there is talk of raising taxes…tax the wealthy, tax alcohol, and there is even talk about taxing junk food and fast food. What?!?

Let me just send this message to Washington loud and clear…if you so much as put a 1% tax on pizza, In-N-Out burgers, or Baskin Robbins Mint Chip ice cream, so help me I will drive to Washington D.C. myself and give you a piece of my mind. If America becomes a place where hardworking, gym-attending individuals can’t get a delicious, moderately priced cheeseburger, then I’m not sure I’d want to live there.

Read my lips: Don’t even think about it Barack.

God Bless America

This year we spent the Fourth of July “standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona.” Okay, well we didn’t really stand on the corner, but it was such a fine sight to see. The weather was absolutely fabulous and we had a blast catching up with family and friends.

We took part in all of the great Hancock family traditions…pancake breakfast, freedom piñata, big family barbeque, and of course the fireworks. The best part of the trip was being with all of my nieces and nephews. I just love them to pieces! Here are a few pics from the day…

The best part of Fourth of July is the fireworks. Winslow actually has an amazing fireworks display. The whole town donates to the fireworks fund and they put on a great show. The best part about it is that you can sit right underneath the fireworks as they go off…one of the perks of small town life.

My 2 ½ year old niece, Eden, sat with me during the fireworks. She was so scared! Poor thing. She was holding her hands over her mouth trying to be brave.


It was so cute. She was so scared at first, but after a while we started talking about all of the pretty colors and we would ooh and aah together. By the end of it she was loving it!! A few days later my mom asked Eden how she liked the fireworks, to which she replied, “They were wonderful! Pagie saved me!” It was such a special treat! God bless America, small towns, and family.

This Day in History

I love history. I can’t get enough of it. So, to keep up on my historical facts I have a History Channel “This Day in History” feed on my iGoogle page. I love it! I look forward to it every morning. I come in and see what happened on this day in ___ (fill in the blank) and then read a short summary of the important event.

Today’s event is an extra special anniversary! On this day in 1955, Disneyland opened its doors for the very first time! This is a happy day indeed. I honestly can’t imagine a world without the Happiest Place on Earth.



I know Disneyland is one of your (and my) favorite places in the whole world, so I’ll meet you at Pirates of the Caribbean in two hours. Ready…go!

Happy Birthday Disneyland!!!

The Other Gold

Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold. I love gold and I love when my golden friends come to visit! My dear friend Angela came for a visit a few weeks ago. Angela and I have known each other for many moons and it was so fun to catch up. She stayed with us for the week and we had a blast playing roommates again. We ate yummy food, laughed at the people on the Bachelorette, and talked for hours...just like old times!

Here are a few pictures of us meeting up with our other post-college roomie, Miss Jill.




It was a regular reunion—we were just missing Holly—miss you Holly!!! I'd like to give a toast to old friends…and gold.

You're a Grand Old Flag

I love America. My heart beats true for the red, white, and blue. Fourth of July is definitely my favorite holiday. It’s all about fun in the sun, barbeques, fireworks, and saying Happy Birthday America. I honestly can’t think of a better combination.

As I sit here painting my nails red for the 4th, I think back to a cute story a friend told me in college. Her five year old niece had recently learned the song, “You’re a Grand Old Flag.” As the little girl was belting it out for her aunt she sang, “You’re a grand old flag, you’re a high FIVING flag…” I thought it was so cute, and now every Fourth of July I sing that song, and I say high fiving flag. I think those words are better anyway. So high five to America…and Happy Birthday!