Yet another nude pregnant celebrity

There have been many after Demi Moore, Britney Spears, Cindy Crawford,Claudia Schiffer, Christina Aguilera, Elle Macpherson, Alessandra Ambrosio, Heidi Klum, Anna Nicole Smith, Jessica Simpson, Katie Price, Anne Heche and Eva Herzigova. Now we can add Megan Gale to this ever-growing list of celebrities that pose naked and pregnant.

There is nothing wrong with the female body nor the pregnant female body it does change shape and form when a child is growing inside it. But lets cast an eye over some of these “ground breaking” covers.

Demi’s was titled “More Demi Moore” a small pun at her growing size on Vanity Fair, Britney’s was just her naked holding her breasts, with beautiful jewellery around her neck on Harper’s Bazaar, but on Vanity Fair the byline was the same “More Britney Spears”. She did it more than once. Mariah Carey did it with twins but it was “All about the Babies” when she did it on Life & Style Weekly magazine. The story and the naked celebrities and magazine titles just changed not the concept.

Marie Claire has a history of putting pregnant naked ladies on their covers, Megan gale is not the first and sadly if their author has her way she will not be the last. It seems if you are in the public eye and pregnant then posing naked for all of us to see is almost expected isn’t it? Does it make you want to run out and buy the magazine? We will see Jackie Frank on sunrise this week saying how stunning she looked, how beautiful she is and isn’t she amazing, so brave to share this much of herself. I can just hear her, it’s not that I disagree, Megan Gale does look beautiful pregnant or not. It’s just that it’s a worn out repetitive concept.

I wonder if any of the above named celebrities would pose for playboy? It is the same thing isn’t it naked is naked? Does putting naked pregnant women on ‘women’s magazines’ count as soft porn? I wonder what the rating is, most ‘adult magazine’s have to be in a plastic cover yet this one is going to be on full display. I am not anti pregnant women nor naked women but one of the newspaper articles states “IT IS a concept that never grows old.” we actually it has.

Saturday poem: I wish you enough…


I wish you enough

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how grey the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

(Author unknown)

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Interesting aspects of life

Since I married a grazier or farmer as some would like to say, never in my life had I been interested in silence. I know, one would think this would be the weather, the scenery, the animals or the paddocks but I have decided it’s silence. We all drive in Australia our land is vast and spacious, so getting around can require long ‘road trips’ for me getting to the city and back is a 6 hour trip, I have done this on many occasions in one day, there is no option to fly, no airfield and no private plane is parked at my house nor in the town. Keith does have an airstrip which lands the RFDS, and other flying machines but there is no commercial service available.

I travel and note the scenery and changes to it with the seasons, the land is dry and the paddocks and hills are still brown considering we are now in the middle month of Autumn. I love the greenery of the Adelaide Hills it always reminds me of winter – my favourite season. It is a time when my grazier husband can relax, there is food around, there is water and the dams fill. we can have fire which provides warmth and comfort on those cold winters night.

I come to Adelaide a lot, not as much as I would like but a lot more than him, and it is here I realize that I miss it. The silence at night, the calls of animals the sounds of wind, rain, leaves rustling, stillness, roosters and dogs barking, it is a comforting silence. It is the noise of the land that allows you to lie in bed awake in the dark in peace. To really feel the soul of the earth is to hear the sounds of silence. We do get the occasional noise of a truck or car but this is rare and it is not a constant drone that seems to descend upon the city.

The sounds of the night I can hear are cats jumping on fences, cars constantly moving, droning through the night like they are looking for something. The noise level is defined by the size of the vehicle, trucks and cars make very different patterns on the road surfaces and keep coming in succession. Where is the sound of nothing? even after the vehicle has passed you can hear the next one coming, there is no rustling of leaves, no silence of the land as it rests ready to be woken at dawn.

The city is always awake the land never appears to rest, it is always assisting. I enjoy the city, it is alive but so too is the country, both offer many things, lifestyles, life choices and for me both are vital to my happiness and future growth. Living where I do is special and we try to leave the land value added rather than take away it’s value. Having the luxury of a welcoming bed at my daughters or parents place or hotel gives me the best of both world, though I now find I do sleep much better in the country.

Accidents & Country HealthCare

It had to happen didn’t it, a farming accident, a swearing farmer, running dogs and a rushed trip to the Emergency department of the Keith Hospital. This is the hospital the community and I have worked hard to keep open for the last few years. He walked into the house as I was preparing dinner and said I’ve cut myself, I had a quick look and said off to hospital we go.

He went to shower whilst I turned the oven off, called the hospital to find out which Dr was on and to warn them we were 20 minutes out. I grabbed toothbrush & paste and a change of clothes for him (in case he was going to be transferred to Adelaide) put the dogs safely in their kennels and grabbed my handbag and pulled the car around the front. I wrapped his hand with the mandatory multiuse t-towel whilst he grabbed a beer and drank it on the way out.

We arrived at the hospital, he finished the beer by this time (yes against my better judgement and I didn’t say anything to him) and was taken to the trauma room. The room is tired and desperately needs an upgrade but until the future of the hospital is secured long-term, there is no point. The funding from the Labor Government was given for 3 years with the view it would be self-sustaining after that, we all hold our breath as the progression to get and keep a Dr is still a hurdle not yet reached.

The nurses work hard as whilst we were there, they had another walk in as well as the Aged Care unit. The Dr. was new and a Locum, the question was asked by the nurse who should get the Dr’s report, I automatically said the Keith Medical Centre and I watched as she wrote under Dr’s name LOCUM, KMC. It summed up the fact there is no permanent Dr in Keith and hope the search is ongoing and will be successful. If anyone knows of a Dr that would like to relocate to a country townin South Australia, let us know.

The Dr was thorough and farmer received 8 or 9 stitches to the palm of his writing hand. It is bandaged up like a boxing glove and he has woken with it sore this morning but all fingers intact, moving, good colour and good sensitivity, so no option of needing a specialist to sew back tendons and ligaments. (For all my nursing friends out there) He fell getting out-of-the-way of a trailor holding a piece of metal and this ended up cutting his hand. He is lucky, now he will have an excuse not to do the dishes, can’t wait till he works out that he will need a plastic bag over the hand whilst he showers.