Sis Boom Buckethead

July 13, 2008 By 7 Comments


This is pretty much how our Sunday evenings go.

So much for “wearing them out” and letting them “get their ya yas out” at the park. This was all canceled out by letting the girls watch Camp Rock tonight on the Disney Channel.

As you can see, Miss A was exhausted at 9 o’clock and ready to curl up and go to sleep. I just wish I’d had a video camera out for the headbanging that ensued during the closing scene of the movie. Now that was classic.

So remember…Camp Rock at bedtime is the equivalent of mental speed for a 3 and 6-year-old girl.

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I Love My Men Shirtless And Playing The Bongos

July 3, 2008 By 13 Comments

Does anyone else cringe a bit when they see the Jonas Brothers Monsters of Teen Rock Coiffed Hair in Disney’s Camp Rock promos?


Their stylists obviously are obviously getting a lot of hair action. His eyebrows could be insured by Loyds of London. And I am obviously a 38-year-old woman, and not a 6-year-old girl.

When you’re 6 you want boys to have pretty hair, when you’re 38 you want men to have hair.

Miss C, I hope, is several years from buying her first Teen Beat, but when she saw a TV commercial for Camp Rock she quipped, “He looks like a nice boy!”

Nice boy it is, although her mama does love some bongo playin’, surfin’, shirtless Matthew McConaughey. But then I wouldn’t approve if Miss C wanted to plaster this on her wall:


OK, so he needs to lose the headband. But McConaughey does clean up well when he’s not surfing AND he does love his mama.

So what say ye about men and body hair? Are you a “little dab will do ya” kind of woman? Any men out there reading? Do you get it lasered and tasered? I remember in college the swim team guys and Lance Armstrong types shaving their legs. Last weekend when we were at the pool, resident Back Hair Man was out with his family. He had such an impressive back of hair that Miss A looked at him and said, “That man funny!” Yikes. And then I proceeded to hand her a snack bag filled with cookies so she’d quit staring at his shoulder tufts.

Now one thing I don’t care for? Facial hair. I’m not into beards, moustaches, or soul patches. (Sorry Mrs. F!)

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