That’s right, Gigi, there is a new blogger Sheriff in town. I’m one tough hombre and I am not easily pushed around, especially by older siblings. Mommy says we have to share so expect me to be spending lots of time on this blog. Yeah, Gigi has had full rein on the household but we will remember those days as the good’ole days. The days when life was just so wonderful and sweet. There is a new dawn upon us and it’s time to stir things up a bit.
Tony Romo is now history! Since daddy prohibits me from dating overrated, mediocre quarterbacks, it was time to dump Tony and move on to the real thing – Colt “Pistolas” McCoy. Yes, Colt has left lots of messages on my cell, but after his stellar performance in the Fiesta Bowl, I think it’s time to return his calls. Colt will definately win the Heisman Trophy next season so I think daddy will be OK with him. Gotta go for now, I have a nasty hangover after watching America’s most hated team, the Oklahoma Sooners, get their butts kicked by Florida and my second crush, Tim Tebow. I think daddy will be Ok with Tim as well. Sorry, Tony, eat your heart out! Ooop’s, hold on … Tim is calling my cell right now … gotta go.
A grave injustice has been cast upon me by my parents. As you can see on both pictures I’m wearing the same hat – can you believe that! Nobody in the fashion/showbiz industry wears the same outfit/accessories more than once. The picture on the right was taken last winter and here we are, a year later and bam, I’m caught wearing the same hat. My agent called me and said my modeling career is over. After an illustrious career in modeling, I have now hit rock bottom thanks to my parents questionable dressing practices. My hat pictures made the front covers of Vogue and Cosmopolitan … what a scandal! Unfortunately, my only recourse is to hire a lawyer and sue my parents. My lawyer said we have a strong case based on the “Children’s Right To Make A Living Act.” In fact, we can also sue for pain and suffering. I’m going to ask for a gadzillion dollars. That’s not all, I am … ummm, hold on, my phone just rang and it’s my agent, excuse me for one second. Blah, blah, blah … blah, blah, blah … blah, REALLY … blah, blah, NO WAY … blah, blah!
Wow! My agent just told me hollywood wants to do a movie on my life and a publisher requested interviews to do a book on me! Woo-hoo! I guess some good came out of this scandal? Hmm, I wonder if Angelina Jolie can be casted to play me.
Gosh, the Christmas holiday break was so warm that my grandma dressed me up in summer picnic attire. Come on grandma, it’s Christmas, not Easter! That’s OK though, I did make off like a bandit, getting lots of gifts from my visit with grandma. With all the loot I collected from both grandmas, I should have been dressed as a bandit, not a southern belle. For New Year’s eve I took it easy with my parents and went out to eat. They didn’t offer me champagne, which was a big bummer but we did talk a lot about our resolutions for the New Year. Here are my resolutions, listed in no particular order:
Dear Santa,
I promise I have been good all year. Just ask daddy and he will tell you that I have been a good little girl. I complete my chores every day, share my food with the dogs, and complete my homework every night without complaint. If you don’t believe daddy that I am a wonderfully good child then you can ask Bogey. Bogey knows I’m good because he tells me so every day when we go out for a walk. I know things are tough right now because of the economy and all that stuff kids aren’t suppose to know about, but please, please bring me some gifts. I want a book on how to be a big sister. As you may know, the stork is bringing me a little brother. He must have been on back order because it sure is taking a long time to get him here. I told mommy why do we have to wait for the stork when she could have ordered with Fed-Ex and he would have been here already. I also want a brand, spanking new BMW. I’ve already outgrown walking so I’m ready to start driving. As for my little brother, he doesn’t want anything. All he wants is for you to bring me a BMW. OK, Santa, I have to go, but I’ll make sure mommy leaves you extra cookies on Christmas eve. Daddy said if you bring him a BMW as well, he will leave you enchiladas and a six-pack of Dos Equis. He also said he wants to trade Slim and Teddy for one of your reindeer. Mommy said she will trade daddy for a box of Cheerios. I think it’s a good deal, daddy can help you drive at night when you get tired.
Your biggest fan,
Giselle “Always Good” Cantu
The cold season is here and things are getting pretty chilly. Daddy likes the cold weather because he doesn’t have to tend to the lawn as often and mommy likes winter because she gets to make hot chocolate more often. Personally, winter is not one of my most favorite seasons as I have to stay indoors. That’s ok though, because I get to watch lots of college bowl games and of course God’s gift to the world – the Dallas Cowboys. Just between you and me, I think God isn’t taking a liking to the ‘boys lately … did you see them give the game to the steelers on Sunday? Then again, God helps those that help themselves. Way to go Romo – 3 interceptions and a fumble.
My second Halloween experience was a blast. I was dressed as a honey bee and I got the chance to buzz around and sting some party poopers with my stinger. Many ghosts, ghouls, and goblins stopped by to grab some goodies. Mommy and Daddy’s outfits were just as good as mine. They dressed up as Brangelina! I swear I couldn’t tell them apart from the real thing. There were lots of great costumes on display, even some scary ones. There was one so horrid and scary even the adults trembled with fear. In fact, when this horrifying character approached our street, everyone ran inside, shut the doors and turned the lights off. It was a false alarm though, aparrently this poor fella by the name of Dubya Bush was lost … he was looking for a poll location to go vote at. Man, talk about a scary Halloween.
If mommy ever wondered what Daddy and I do when she goes to work early in the morning, then here is your answer mommy. Sorry about the angle. While daddy is an exceptional dancing coach, he really needs to work on his camera skills. Tilt your head and enjoy. Feel free to join in the fun as well.
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