Friday, January 26, 2007

Celebrating my roots


Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up
into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action---
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
-Rabindranath Tagore
Happy Republic day INDIA 2007

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Winter rants

Oh the weather outside is frightful
And going for a drive is painful
Don't want to get stuck where I go
why does it snow,why does it snow,why does it snow

It doesn't show signs of stopping
Weather man says temperatures are dropping
Hubby's sad that he'll have some snow to plow
why does it snow,why does it snow,why does it snow

Cancelled a party which was in great form
Couldn't imagine going out in the storm!
My kid's been teething and it's hard to keep calm
But atleast inside it's warm
why does it snow,why does it snow,why does it snow

Tomorrow I have a chore
I'll hate going out to the store;
It's a pain dressing up the kid anymore
By the time it's done does she snore
why does it snow,why does it snow,why does it snow

Oh, the blizzard outside is spiteful
Snowflakes aren't so delightful,
I'm trapped with no place to go,
why does it snow,why does it snow,why does it snow

I don't really mind the snow as such
It's just a pain when it's too much
All we can do is sneeze and grouch
there's really nothing to do from the couch
Why does it snow,why does it snow,why does it snow

Monday, January 22, 2007

Life in the age of old

My parents are getting old,I was on the phone yesterday with my mom and she was saying that the other day she was busy with her painting and the door bell rang.She went and received the neighbor and made her sit in the living room while she went to fetch some coffee.She then came back to her room and somehow coffee and the neighbor both slipped out of her mind and she went back to do her painting.The exasperated neighbor then waited for sometime and when no one came back got up and came down to see what happened only to see mom obliviously engrossed in her painting.Then my mom remembered that she had left that neighbor in the living room and apologized for conveniently forgetting her.I asked my mom whether she did that on purpose as forgetfullness can be a pretty convenient excuse to get rid of pest of a neighbor.She denied it and laughed at my absurd plan.So I asked them whether I can start calling her and dad as "old goats" she told me I was welcome to call my dad that but if I did dare to call her that she would be more than happy to divulge all my secrets and the troublemaker I truly was to my daughter(fair enough,that will shut my mouth for sure)My dad on the other hand is a man with a great sense of humor.The day he legally became a senior citizen he was listing out how now being a senior citizen has advantages:free checking, 10 percent off at most restaurants,discounts on airways and transit, and not remembering what you had for dinner last night which enables you to have desert two days in a row without feeling guilty.He went and got some freaky fridge magnets which screamed out slogans like "Old=young person wondering what happened" "old is not for sissies" "At last I'm 50" and this one's a laugh riot and butt of all jokes in our house "I'm still hot".I adore both of them.I remember when my little girl was born the first thing my dad said was "Now I get my chance to brag to everyone how their grandchildren are never going to be as bright as mine".My parents,they perhaps cannot be called as the perfect parents but they came close.And they do deserve credit for having raised me as a fine person right?(Lol,talk about self delusions eh?I have my "I'm so vain" moments)But somehow inspite of all the laughts and fun my mind did feel a bit apprehensive.I guess it was the first time it did strike me that yes my folks are getting old.Maybe it was the effect of what had transpired just few days ago when I spoke to one of my friend.She called me to tell me that her father was no more and then as she spoke she brokedown and cried.She then said the words that perhaps hit hard "I never realized how much I miss him,I always took him for granted and never let them know how much he meant to me and how much I appreciated him and loved him more often than I should have,we never realize what a presence they have in our lives and the stability they give by being there until we have lost them" I felt how many times have we taken time out to really reach out to our parents and let them know how much we love them?And perhaps a time might come soon when we are called upon to be there for them just as they have been there for us.


For many people old age can be happy ones,with social security,financial stability,good health coverage and social activity and for not so fortunate ones it might not be that happy.I have seen so many old people being disposed off to old age homes because their children considered them as a burden,or treat them with disregard and abuse.Back when I was doing my clinical rotations as a student I had come across many such patients who were left for good and neglected by their own children.There was pain,sorrow,hopelessness and despair in those eyes and many a times the stories tugged at my heart.Some of them were taken in by their children during the times when they needed a caretaker for their kids and they stayed away from their spouse,sacrificed their independence in order to take care of their grandchildren,and once the grandchildren grew up and they were no longer needed they got disposed off to old age homes or sometimes on the streets or into lonely corners of the house like some unwanted pieces of garbage.I'm not bashing old age home system.They are good,they do provide people with independent and dignified living and many a people have been happy there but not all stories are perhaps the happy ones.It's only those not so happy ones where they long for even single visit or occasional happy times to spend with their kids and grandkids or someone whom they can call family.Why is that children sometimes forget about the sacrifices and love showered on them and neglect the same people who have given them the life they are living?It's not about money,its not even about nursing and care,it perhaps might be just a hug and a kiss,just few hours spent and words spoken and shared with love,is it hard to find even that little for those souls which endure a whole lot for us?
My parents always wanted to be independent but I know whenever they need me I will be right there for them in all ways I can.Somehow yesterday at the end of the conversation my eyes welled up and all I could manage was "I love you mom and dad"
Take time out to care for people who matter.Take time out to slow down and cherish what we have before its gone.



This is perhaps one of the most beautiful videos ever to be made.It made me go all misty.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Perhaps this explains it

Hmm..maybe this is one of the reasons why men are wary to ask directions!!

Thursday, January 18, 2007

My favorite Mascot

There have been many mascots in the ad world.But my favorite has been this plump,doughy figure called Pillsbury doughboy.Is there anyone who doesn't feel like tickling him and making him do that famous "Tee-hee" laugh of his?

Some trivia about the lovable Mascot:

Did you know that his formal name is Poppin' Fresh?

The only music he ever performed was rap

He is all dough(duh)

He has blue eyes

He always wears a bakers hat and scarf

He originates from Minneapolis, MN

He loves to bake and twenty years ago he had a wife and two pets.

The Doughboy is 8 3/4 inches tall, including his hat

"Doughboy" was a slang term for American soldiers during World War I.

By the way why am I saying all this to you?well it is with the saddest heart that I must pass on the following news (take heart my friends)

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community.

The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes in the belly.

He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin.

Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the HostessTwinkies and Captain Crunch.

The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.

Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes.

Despite being a little flaky at times, he still, as a crusty old man, was considered a roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough; two children John Dough and Jane Dough; plus they had one in the oven.

He is also survived by his elderly father Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

Song sung at the funeral:You raise me up

The world has lost a good friend,let his soul rest in piece(Sniff..sniff)

Let's remember how he taught us to mould ourselves into anyshape in the hands of life and how to resist the heat and rise above everything and remain oh so good always.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Directile dysfunction syndrome

What really is the deal with men and asking for directions?I have struggled with this perennial and probably age old question as ancient as dinosaurs or even more for all my life.Maybe I'm generalizing too much and perhaps there are males out there who do ask for directions but frankly I'm yet to come across one such man.This I mind you is not about any battle of the sexes because I admit I'm directionally challenged but the difference is when I'm lost I admit it and not stand there like a stubborn Oaf!All the males I have known both as friends and family have given me every reason to believe there has to be some biological explanation to this mystery.Why is that they refuse and sometimes find themselves incapable of moving in any other direction than the one they have decided in their deepest, truest self to be the Only Right Way?Is it some form of directile dysfunction?My dad would never ask for directions even when we would get lost and end up going in circles for hours together,for all the times my mom asked him "Do you think we are lost?" he would look straight ahead and reply "I know where I'm going" so what it would take us 4 hours to get to a place where we were destined to reach within a hour!"Asking for directions is not for men" my dad would retort if pressed.Then there was my brother who took us for a spin in his new car and suddenly forgot the way back home and kept driving miles and miles into nowhere and not once admitting he was lost and stopping to ask a passerby or atleast consult the map. And my hubby also joins the elite list of men who don't feel the need to ask for directions.Be it driving or fixing,assembling something at home,it's all the same.

Picture this scene driving around the beautiful Quebec city after a nice dinner with a pregnant wife who still suffered from morning sickness who suddenly realizes that the road somehow doesn't seem familiar and the drive to the hotel was taking far too long.

Wife:Honey,this doesn't look familiar,are you sure this is the road to the hotel?
Hubby:Ofcourse,you don't worry,I know where I am going

The drive continues for another 20 minutes,now all they can see is a lonely stretch of road between creepy looking trees and not a soul in sight or any signs of human existence whatsoever.

Wife:I think we are lost?are we lost?
Hubby:No,I don't think so,you perhaps don't remember how it looked in daylight,it just looks different in the night
Wife:I don't like this road,it looks lonely and creepy
Hubby:Yes,doesn't this look like the road they take in that movie "Texas chain saw massacre"
(bad bad bad time to say a joke like that #$#$%!!)
Wife:Shut up,I hated that movie,I hate all horror movies.I think we are lost,we should turn back and go
Hubby:I think we are somewhere near the hotel
Wife:Are you kidding me?This road is leading nowhere,I clearly remember the drive from the hotel to the downtown Quebec wasn't this long,and there were a whole lot of gas stations and restaurants on either side.
Hubby:hmm.I may have missed that exit that's all,let us turn around and go back to downtown and then take this road again
Wife:Let's turn back and maybe ask the directions at the first gas stations we see
Hubby:I don't think we are lost, I just have to drive down again to downtown and take the road from there
Wife:I think I'm feeling sick,I need my barf bag now!I told you to pick it up before we left where is it?
Hubby:I thought you were picking it up,I don't know where it is
Wife:I NEED IT NOW
Hubby:Just don't get tensed and please don't spoil my seat by puking on it
Wife:Just get me a barf bag NOW or you will be sorry
Hubby:I see a gas station,I will stop there and maybe we can ask which way to go to downtown and maybe get you something to puke into

Stops at the gas station and the wife gets the bag to regurgitate her gastrointestinal contents and the hubby gets the directions.

Back on the road and after driving for another 10 minutes and wife recovers and looks up to see and lo!the creepy roads are back again!!WTF!

Wife:you didn't ask the directions didya?
Hubby:hmm..I just know this is the way!
Wife:WTH!do you realise we have been driving on this creepy road up and down for nearly 2 hours already?
Hubby:Just relax,by the way how many blankets do we have in the car?
Wife:Damn!don't tellme we have to spend the night in the car?
Hubby:No,no,just incase
Wife:Just pull over the car,I see a lady out for a walk with her dog,let me ask her
Hubby:I don't think we should,do you not remember Texas chain saw massacre?
Wife:$%^& that movie,I don't care if this lady turns out to be a ghost,I will ask her.

They stop the car and the wife asked the lady
"hello there,we are lost,could you just tell us which road is the one to downtown Quebec,S'il vous plaît ?" (That was the only french word she knew)
That lady looked them up and down,at the licence plate of the car and then slowly said:
"Sorry,I can't help you,I don't speak english" and just continued to walk!

Wife: &%^$###$#$#%$@@@(Insert choicest of the swear words here)Did you see that?She knows and she just blew us off,She didn't want to tell us because we asked in English and not french.Is this some sort of french revolution going on here?I swear I can see the headlines of tomorrow's Quebec news "Haggard angry pregnant woman runs over a old french lady" Just let me out!
Hubby:Relax,relax.By the way I think I see a directional sign right over there.

Wife:I am right now in a bad hormonal state and we have been driving into nowhere from past 3 hours and I have already puked my guts out 2-3 times.Trust me you don't want to mess with angry,nauseous pregnant woman right now,so cut the jokes and drive.

Hubby:Ok,calm down,I really do see a sign though and yes,this is the road!and the next intersecton is where our hotel is.Relax,see I can see the hotel now,Woohoo!

Wife:Just take me to the damn hotel,I need to dunk my head in cold water.
Hubby:See I told you we weren't lost ,I'm not directionally challenged!
Wife : Whatever,we are getting the GPS we saw at future shop last week the minute we reach Toronto.

Hmm..perhaps it truly is a genetic compulsion.I rest my case.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Parenting hotline

Received this by email from my friend.I thought it was hilarious.Ok,another reason is I've been too busy to post anything else(Lol)I hate forwards in emails because that is what people send when they are way too busy to sit down and type something more meaningful.But hey this one you will enjoy I promise:)

“Welcome to the Parent Help Line. Dial one for our automated menu options. Para el español, marcar por favor dos. Dial three at any time to speak to an operator. Dial four to speak to an operator who has children and knows what she’s talking about. Dial five for an operator who moonlights as a babysitter on New Year’s Eve.

You’ve dialed one. Welcome to the Parent Help Line Automated Menu.
Are you currently pregnant?

Dial one for yes and planned, dial two for yes but unplanned, dial three for yes, unplanned, learning to accept it but spouse is still hostile, dial four for no, thank God.

You’ve dialed four. You are not currently pregnant. Is this correct? Dial one if this is correct, dial two if you’re a complete idiot.

You’ve dialed one. Do you have children?

Dial one for yes, dial two for no but you’re just trying to be helpful/annoying to someone who does, dial three if you’re a mother-in-law looking for guilt trip material to lay on your clueless daughter-in-law who knows nothing about raising your grandchildren.

You’ve dialed one. How many children do you have?

Dial one for one child, dial two for two, dial three for three, dial four for four, dial five if you have unintentionally adopted the neighbor’s kid who shows up every night at dinnertime, dial six if you’ve never heard of birth control, dial seven for the number of a good urologist who performs quickie vasectomies.

You’ve dialed three. You have three children. Is this correct? Dial one if it’s correct, dial two if you’re still in denial.

You’ve dialed one. You have three children. Accept it. Are all of your children still living at home?

Dial one for yes, dial two for no, dial three for one or all living in the basement even though they’re over thirty, dial four if they’ve moved out but still come home on weekends to do their laundry and store their crap in your attic.

You’ve pressed one. All of your children are still living at home. Are you okay with this?

Dial one if you’re okay with it because they are all under the age of eighteen, dial two if you’re not okay with it even though they are all under the age of eighteen, dial three if you’re okay with it at naptime and bedtime but not dinnertime.

You’ve dialed one. Is the nature of your inquiry related to health, education, behavior, or something else? Dial one for health concerns, dial two for education, dial three for behavior, dial four if something else, dial five for all of the above, dial six for a listing of the liquor stores within your zip code.

You’ve dialed four. Your inquiry relates to something else.

Dial one if your inquiry relates to the Nintendo vs. PlayStation question, dial two if it relates to Barbie Dream House assembly confusion, dial three if it’s about your husband absentmindedly using your frozen breast milk baggies to ice his sore knee after he runs, dial four if you are feeling unloved and unappreciated, dial five if you can’t find your child’s library book and it’s due today, dial six if you’re out of cold cuts and there’s nothing to pack for school lunches, dial seven if you want to avoid getting the puppy your kids are begging for, dial eight if you’re a breastfeeding mother who isn’t experiencing the religious ecstasy everyone told you that you would as you nurse, dial nine if you still can’t figure out the goddamned car seat, and dial zero for more
options.

You’ve dialed five…you can’t find your child’s library book.

Have you tried the back of the minivan under the Derek Jeter Super Pro T-Ball Trainer Set? Dial one for yes but didn’t find it, dial two for no, didn’t look there yet.

You’ve dialed one. Well then, how about the playroom?

Dial one for yes, of course you did, dial two if you don’t have a playroom, dial three if your playroom consists of your entire house/apartment, dial four if you just realized your child returned the book three weeks ago.

You’ve dialed one. OK, smartypants, have you looked under the couch cushions? In the kitty litter box? The deli drawer in the fridge? The roof? Under the mattresses?

Dial one if you’ve looked everywhere, dial two if you haven’t, and dial three if you are ready to say screw it and just pay the fine.

You’ve dialed three. Good choice. Problem solved.

Is there anything else we can help you with today?

Dial one for yes, dial two for no, dial three if you want to run away from home.

You’ve dialed two. There is nothing more we can help you with at this time. You think you’ve got it all under control then, dontcha, lady? Well, you’ll be back! MWAHAHAHA!

Please assist us with a few more questions to help us serve you better.

Do you realize that your children have set fire to the living room sheers while you were on the phone?

Dial one for OMIGOD! HOLY SHIT! Dial nine-one-one for the fire department.

Wait! Wait! Thank you for using the Parent Helpline Automated Menu!"

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Let's have a workout

How fun would it be if we could lose the flab without having to run and sweat it out at the gym everyday and heaving a sigh and having to reject a second or third helping of that chocolate fudge cake?According to this study now we can.The human brain is a 24-hour workhorse. While you’re thinking, millions of neurons fire messages back and forth to each other and to the various tissues in the body. These neurons need fuel, consuming a full 75 percent of the blood sugar from the liver and 20 percent of the body’s total used oxygen. Here’s how your neurons feed: Astrocytes—the cells near the capillary walls in your brain—suck energy-rich glucose from the bloodstream and convert it into a form that the neurons can soak up. The neurons then use it to fuel the production of neurotransmitters and, eventually, conscious thought.All we have to do is exercise our brain with a math book or a puzzle or any sort of mental work. “The more energy an area of the brain wants, the more glucose that part of the brain will break down,” explains neurologist Harry Chugani of the Children’s Hospital of Michigan. “So yes, if you’re thinking really hard and really struggling with your thoughts, the neurons in the frontal lobes of your brain will be burning a lot more glucose.”

How about we give our brain some exercise today and burn some calories?So put on your thinking caps and lets get to workout I mean ofcourse mental workout.See how many of these proverbs can you guess?

1.Each vaporous mass suspended in the firmament has an interior decoration of metallic hue.

2.It is not advantageous to place the sum total of your barnyard collections into the same wicker receptacle.

3Lack of what is required is the matriarch of inspiration.

4.Allow somnolent quadrupeds that are homo sapien's greatest comrades to remain reclining.

5.One more than one is a congenial group of invited guests, but one more than two is a multitude.

6.A ferrous alloy rope fashioned of interlocking loops is only as hearty as its least potent section.

7.Pulchritude pertains solely to the epidermis.

8.Taciturnity is aurous.
9.A single unit of a seam properly distributed at the correct measure of duration will maintain a square root of 81.

10.Exercise your visual facilities prior to executing a jump.

11.The herbage is customarily more verduous on the diametrical selvage of the property barrier.

12.Deviation from the ordinary or common routine of existence is that which gives zest to man's cycle of existence.

13.A red fruit of the Maius family absorbed into the digestive system every 1,440 minutes or 86,400 seconds, keeps a physician from your presence.

14.A consolidated mass which forms the earth's crust, and which progresses by turning over upon its surface without slipping, does not successfully gather together a cryptogamous plant.

15.A body of persons abiding in a domicile of silica combined with metallic oxides should not carelessly project small geological specimens.

Hmm..so how many did you guess??

Answers:

1.Every cloud has a silver lining
2.Don't put all your eggs in one basket
3.Neccesity is the mother of invention
4.Let sleeping dogs lie
5.Two's company ,three's a crowd
6.A chain is only as potent as its weakest link
7.Beauty is only skin deep
8.Silence is golden
9.A stitch in time saves nine
10.Look before you leap
11.The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence
12.Variety is the spice of life
13.An apple a day keeps the doctor away
14.A rolling stone gathers no mass
15.People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones

Your brain has successfully blasted through a respectable 1.5 calories a minute!that was a good workout ain't it?

Now I'm off to have a cookie,my treat after a workout.Go ahead and have yours:)

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Just toying around

So Christmas came and left and hopefully you managed to get the toys and stuff that your kids really wanted.Now how about next Christmas?Just have a look at these toys and see if they make it to your list!

1.Gooey Louie:Go ahead take a guess what would be the speciality of this toy?Let me give you a clue,what can all you pick?I think we can pick friends,pick up some take out,pick some dresses yes even pick some gifts,so what does this guy do?well he encourages your kid to pick his nose!
The concept is simple. You have a big plastic head with a big hollow nose. Stick your grubby fingers up the nose and fish out rubber boogers one by one(truly by the look this guy has on his face I strongly feel he gets some strange sick pleasure from having people pick his nose) One of these gooeys however is attached to one of his nose hair( can it be any more gross than this!) and if you pull that one out "PLOP" his brains fly out of is head,Great!So now the kid can know that nose picking can perhaps cause brain to plop out of your skull,human anatomy lesson with fun,how much more educative can it get?Also, when you pull the special gooey, his eyes pop out when his brain launches. Isn't that sweet?To top this the Gooey guy even chats with you as you dig into his nose.When you turn him on, he starts this about-to-sneeze ah-ah-ah-ah-ah and when your fingers go digging, he starts saying "That tickles"! or "Pick me a winner"!
Truly I'm lost for words.

2.Gassy Gus- This toy will be hitting the market soon and claims that it will be causing bouts of laughter and fun for both kids and parents.And what do you think this toy does?yes it does exactly what the name suggests.A 3-Dimensional character, Gus sits comfortably in an easy chair and is fed different food cards. Food like a chili dog or macaroni and cheese have values which correspond to the amount of times players pump Gus’ head(there you go ,more bashing and bumping) Each pump expands his belly and sooner or later, Gus lets it rip(Great,eh?Is this going to replace all those other farting toys out there I wonder.Watchout next Halloween your kid just might want to be the mighty Gassy Gus won't that be funny?)Healthy food cards and extra pump cards create additional havoc and laughter(Bring it on,let's play burpy burpy and gassy gassy) But I won't be surprised if the Big fat guy Santa prefers this,maybe this issue is something close to his heart and he can totally sympathize with Gus.

3.Barbie's new dog Tanner-Will this Barbie stop hoarding things?apparently she hasn't,so here goes Barbie and her new Dog Tanner.With his chiselled looks and nippy little sports car, we always suspected Ken might be full of it – but now Barbie has gone and got herself a dog that's gone the same way too.Tanner not only looks like a loveable labrador but also poops like one too. Almost a soon as Barbie has fed the dog its biscuit treats, a little something comes out the other end(I almost chocked on my coffee when I saw this) Trust me it gets better.But, in a move designed to encourage responsible dog ownership, toy manufacturer Mattel has provided Barbie with a pooper scooper and bin too, meaning Tanner never has to leave any unwanted 'gifts' lying about on the carpet(A socially responsible Barbie,who picks after her dog,she can now replace Bush and take over).But something is strange because here the dog eats the biscuits and then poops them out and eats them again(so eating his own crap teaches kids such valuable lessons,isn't that a little disturbing?)

Tanner also comes equipped with dog toys, a bone, biscuit treats, a feeding bowl and a pink lead(Hopefully they are all sold together and not separate)And, just in case that does not get the message across, Mattel has produced a promotional video of Barbie and Tanner playing in the park that shows you how to 'potty train' your dog".(Honestly WHO is coming up with all these ideas and HOW much do they really get paid)

Imagine the conversation at the Barbie R&D(Mantell Inc) department meeting:

"Ok everybody, let's see what we've come up with so far. Barbie has a mansion,overflowing wardrobe,sea of fashion accessories Check. She has a nursery,a playset,even a stable check.She is a pet doctor,baby doctor,a model,a bride,a fairy all check.She even has a boyfriend Check.She now has a cat and a horse Check.Everything packaged well and marketed to attract and trap all small girls Check.Hmmmm.... what are we missing....come on let's brain storm,Yes Mrs.Handler?

Mrs.Handler:Sir,How about getting a dog for Barbie?

Mantell Inc:Excellent idea,yes Mr.Johnson?

Mr.Johnson:How about we introduce a dog which can be fed and which can poop in form of pellets which can be re-fed.Barbie can even pick them up after the dog with a scooper and throw it in the bin without using her hands! what's more we can perhaps later on create accessories for her dog too.

Mantell Inc:Brilliant Mr.Johnson,always thinking out of the box eh?

Mr.Johnson:Thank you Sir,This will definetly trap all those parents who think they can teach their little girls the responsibility that comes with keeping the dog and that Barbie cares about the society. Maybe even help her when she runs for President.


Mantell Inc:Absolutely!Ladies and gentlemen we now have a winner!

I can't even begin to laugh.I think the Gassy Gus gave me a stomach ache for not so favorable review,and the gooey man cursed me with some stuffed nose,before Barbie's dog thinks of taking a revenge let me go lie down for a while.Have a great day everyone!