Mamma don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

Actually, this has less to do with cowboys and more to do with the "wild" independent image that comes with being a cowboy, like, say the Marlboro Man.

So how do you keep your babies from growing up to be the Marlboro Man?

When marketers go bad

What's in a name?  William Shakespeare stated "A Rose by any other name would smell as sweet." I'm not sure he was right.

After the boys of Summer have gone

Chris used to like Don Henley.  I'm not sure if he's as high up on the list as he used to be but that is a line from one of his songs which always reminds me of the end of Summer.  We've come to that time of year which ever since childhood has evoked both a sense of freedom and dread in me.

Writer's Cramp

I realized in looking at the history of my posts to this blog that I missed the better part of June and all of the month of July.  My average for blogging if you took the past 6 months times an average of 31 days per month divided by the 57 posts I have done means I blog roughly once every 3.2 days.

Pink is like red but not quite...

This blog wasn't promised, but it was stated that I might try it.  So to the best of my ability here is The Island of Misfit Toys, Girl's Edition.  Ladies, don't lambaste me if I missed your favorite toy.  This is all based on memories growing up and, not having been a girl, well lets just say that puts me at a disadvantage.