She’s On Her Way

I made it through day one of first grade without shedding a tear, but the next two days were a struggle. Now I know why so many moms wear sunglasses in the building.

I’ve been parking across the street from school and walking Miss C in all week. After I help her with her backpack and lunch box, I try not to linger. There’s a song that they start the day with, before the pledge of allegiance, before the school pledge, and as soon as I heard the opening strains over the intercom system, the tears began to well up in my eyes. Not just any tears, either. These are big fat mama’s mascara is streaking down her face tears. I walked out as fast as I could Tuesday and Wednesday to keep from bawling.

The song is On My Way by Phil Collins from the Brother Bear movie soundtrack. In case you’ve never heard it, here is a video from You Tube.

And here are the lyrics:

Tell everybody I’m on my way
New friends and new places to see
With blue skies ahead yes
I’m on my way
And there’s nowhere else
that I’d rather be

Tell everybody I’m on my way
And I’m loving every step I take
With the sun beating down yes
I’m on my way
And I can’t keep this smile off my face

‘Cause there’s nothing like seeing
each other again
No matter what the distance between
And the stories that we tell
will make you smile
Oh it really lifts my heart

So tell ‘em all I’m on my way
New friends and new places to see
And to sleep under the stars
Who could ask for more
With the moon keeping watch over me

Not the snow, not the rain
Can change my mind
The sun will come out, wait and see
And the feeling of the wind in your face
Can lift your heart
Oh there’s nowhere I would rather be

‘Cause I’m on my way now-
well and truly
I’m on my way now

(I’m on my way now)
REPEAT

Tell everybody I’m on my way
And I just can’t wait to be there
With blue skies ahead yes
I’m on my way
And nothing but good times to share

So tell everybody I’m on my way
And I just can’t wait to be home
With the sun beating down yes
I’m on my way
And nothing but good times to show
I’m on my way

Yes, I’m on my way

Get Your Chick Flick On

I have a Raisinets and Sprite hangover today and it is all this woman’s fault. Thankfully Amy did not flinch when I spilled nearly half my drink on the table at dinner. At least it wasn’t as catastrophic (to my cell phone) as the time I poured half a beer in my purse upon arriving at a Dixie Chicks concert. Grace is not my middle name, although it is one of my daughter’s.

Amy and I went to see the Sex and the City movie and it was fabulous. It was not a perfect movie, but as someone who has seen every single Manolos filled episode of SATC I loved it. I laughed, I cried, I coveted the fabulous custom built closet Big surprised Carrie with in their penthouse apartment. I loved the Vogue fashion shoot scenes. I loved the comedy and the drama. The only thing that was a bit of a stretch for me was the casting of Jennifer Hudson as Carrie’s assistant. Not that Hudson is not a fantastic actor and hers wasn’t a fun character, it’s just that it seemed too much like star product placement to me, much like the Vitamin Water placed on every chair in the fashion week scene.

I love the drama between Carrie and Big, the breaking up, the making up, the forgiveness, the chemistry, the years together…none of it neat or tidy or predictable. Hubby and I had also been together off and on (more off) for 10 years when we got married and we were definitely not a predictable couple. I also loved the Mexico vacation scenes with the foursome. It’s great to see actresses in their 40s (and 50s with Kim Cattrall) looking absolutely fabulous, although I know they have their share of Botox and personal trainers at their beck and call and let’s face it, that’s not reality. But still, it’s a fun girlfriend flick and a chance to see the four actresses on the big screen.

So, if you haven’t yet seen SATC, call a girlfriend and be self-indulgent for a few hours. It’s the cinematic equivalent of a bubble bath. Sometimes a chick flick with a side of dinner and a froufrou cocktail, albeit half spilled, is just what the doctor ordered.

Speaking of drama, go read my currrent post at Deep South Moms, Boys, And Bibles, And Boobs, Oh My. I divulge my pre-teen angst about summer church camp and coin the phrase tongue Pilates. Just keep telling yourself that your kids are finding Jesus this summer.

I’ve got a fun mom t-shirt from LTDChix.com up for grabs at Savvy Housewife.

At Blissfully Domestic I give tips for moms to prioritize, and schedule, fitness and last week I linked to some fun, hip laptop bags.

Also, is it wrong that each time I read this headline I think of my scheduled pap smear tomorrow?

Pap. Come to think of it, it seems to be a very fitting nickname for such a low-life profession and I am doing them a favor by referring to it as a profession.

p.s. I just posted a whole slew of fun, fabulous links regarding Sex and the City over at Savvy Housewife.

My Little Pony, My Hellish Pony

If you’re in an unusually jovial mood one cold, Friday afternoon after school and you let your 5-year-old daughter select not one, but three, DVDs at your friendly neighborhood Hollywood Video for a five-night rental because the forecast looks glum for the duration, stop yourself and for the love of all that is good and holy do not come home with this:

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Otherwise, be prepared to have an unexplainable urge to gouge your eyeballs out until this horrific example of animated nightmarishness has been returned to the movie rental place where some other poor unsuspecting parent sucker agrees to pluck it down from the shelf for their child. For all of you high-brow intellectual parents out there who would never rent a My Little Pony DVD, just imagine getting really drunk and then trapped inside one of those scam crane arcade machines that taunt you with the challenge of winning a cheap stuffed animal while listening to circus music full blast. You know if you were only six inches tall. Or something like that.

Ironically the My Little Pony line of toys are among Miss C’s favorites and I don’t mind the general brigade of pastel ponies at all because coming up with all sorts of Ponyland melodramas occupies her for quite some time. Just don’t play the My Little Pony theme song more than once or I might have to hurt you.

The only other animated series that I can think holds a stinky candle to this is the Hello Kitty series. Seriously, one round with either the My Little Pony or Hello Kitty animated idiocy and you’ll be kissing Dora’s feet. Vive la Dora!

My nominees for surprisingly good animated kid movies of the girly persuasion, besides Disney, (obviously Disney is doing OK without any endorsements from me and we own several classic Disney movies), goes to the Barbie movies. Pixar caliber they are most definitely not, but I’ll take Barbie dancing to Swan Lake over annoying pastel flying ponies and horrific plot lines any day. I’m a sucker for classical music and the classic boy meets girl, girl meets boy, girl must overcome scary scumbag witchy woman and flex her girl power muscles story line any day.

Anyone else care to nominate the worst kid DVDs?

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