Showing posts with label Rosie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rosie. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

A Stah is Born

I'm going to share with you some fabulous images from the modeling competition Rosie was in a few weeks ago. First, her talent. It was a dance/dramatic interpretation/jumping around offering:



And here's the runway portion:




Is she a nut or what?

Now, on to more serious things...my garden. I took up gardening when we moved into this house, and then when I started grad school, began to neglect it. Now I barely plant annuals at the beginning of spring/fall. But I try to keep it up enough to still have lovely colors and shit. Here are the fruits of my (coughcough) labor:


That's a Japanese maple, obviously, flanked by azaleas and with some purple thing from the neighbor's yard in the background.

Here are some lovely little things I planted in amongst the (damn taking over the garden) daylilies. Aren't they sweet?


Next is my favorite...but don't tell the other plants. It's my New Dawn trailing roses:


And a faraway shot:


Actually they aren't my favorite. I don't have a favorite. Look at these amazing peonies. I neglected to get a photo of them on the bush, and now with all the rain we've had they've fallen over so I'll just show you this one of the incredible blooms in my living room:


They smell AMAZING. Okay, here's my favorite tree in the back yard. I swear it's got a soul:


And one last shot...my hellebores. I like them cause they have a lot of personality, and are very hardy:

That's it for now. Come back tomorrow, when we play "Meet the Pets"!

Friday, April 25, 2008

My daughter, the star

My girl Rosie has always been at home on the stage. I don't know where she gets that little quality from...I'm completely petrified in front of people. But not Rosie. She lights up the room when she gets onstage, especially if a microphone if involved. Audiences...all people, really...love her. She knows exactly what to do, how to make them laugh, what moves to make. She's wonderful.

Last week we entered a model search competition. It involved a photo shoot, a talent show and a walk down the runway. Rosie shone, as usual. We went back last Friday to get the results, and the child won a modeling contract! I'm sure there is lots of fine print that needs to be read, but I've spoken to others whose children have gotten contracts, and apparently it's legit. As soon as we opened the envelope and saw that she had won, she squealed and said "I'm gonna be in Hannah Montana!!"

Here are some of her shots, the glamour girl.



Sweet girl. I adore her. I just hope this is going to be something that works out for her.