domenica 22 gennaio 2012
“Welcome to the online home of Housewife in Hollywood.com! The housewife part is true but Hollywood is just a metaphor for the flashy coolness of all things pop culture. I grew up on old school television. When I was a kid, many networks ago, I’d spend my time after school and before doing homework watching every show I could via our rabbit eared TV. I got my schoolin’ from re-runs of The Brady Bunch, I Dream of Jeannie, Love American Style, Get Smart, The Courtship of Eddie’s Father, I Love Lucy, The Partridge Family to the newer shows of the 70’s like The Muppets, Little House on the Prairie, The Love Boat, The Bionic Woman, and Eight is Enough. Besides watching the boob tube I was in love with records. My mom had boxes of them, from vintage 78’s to classic 45’s to the more mainstream 33’s. I lip synched and danced around my room to the music and melodies of artist’s like Ricky Nelson, Little Richard, Elvis Presley, Peggy Lee, Vaughn Monroe and when I got a bit older all the now “retro hits” from the 80’s.! When I’m not dusting, picking up socks off the floor or cleaning out the kitty litter box I still keep myself occupied with television shows, movies, and music. I am intrigued by theater and art. I admire aspiring actors, artists, writers, and musicians. I follow the careers of A-list actors, musicians, and theater performances. Like a great casserole this site will include a tasty mix of my thoughts, experiences about pop culture events, and interviews with talented people that make it all happen. So keep checking in to see what this housewife has cooked up. I’m off to load the dishwasher again. Thanks for visiting, and come again soon.”
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