"Gimme More"

More? More what? Cheetos? Alcohol? Hair clippers? Crack?

Britney Smears new single.

Why does this girl always sound like she's, you know, taking a poo?

Yeah, I'm a hater. Piss off.

"Keep It Clean"

Huh. Ted Nugent basically gets told to keep his show clean in South Dakota.

Keep it clean? Seriously?

That's like telling me to stay away from the Krispy Kremes.

Rumor Mill

Yesterday I was talking to my friend Underdog, and she told me about a school district employee who was FIRED after the ASS-istant Superintendent got wind that said employee was saying not so nice things about the #1 Superintendent.

At which point I started yelling:

"Oh that's just f*cking nice! Oooooh, so that's kind of like how the Left can say anything they want about Bush, Republicans, Christians, be as nasty as they want and get away with it. But when I rant and rave and vent, look out! I get a new butt-hole ripped for my troubles! Damn! Where's this man's freedom of speech? Hello? We should take a page out of the Left's playbook and start screaming about civil liberties being violated! Hate-mongers! Bigots! Censorship!"

I mean really.

Big Bully

By way of setting up this post, let me give you a little background info first.

Last school year (when Son was a second grader) he came home and told me that there were a couple kids on the bus who were calling him names and "sticking up their bad finger." I asked him what names exactly, and Son shyly told me that he was being called, among other things, a b*tch and an a**hole.

I laughed at first, and told my bewildered offspring that he can't be a b*tch because, well, he's not a female dog.

But Husband and I both told Son that there are kids out there who don't have the kind of home life that Son has, meaning their parents may use those words liberally around young kids, and so of course the kids are going to think it's okay for them to use them as well.

Now, while Husband does a much better job of it than I do, we both try not to swear around the kids, which explains why sometimes there are some profanity laced posts around here.

But back to the story. Seeing as how the two hooligans have moved up to the middle school, Son doesn't seem to be too worried about riding the bus anymore. Yesterday he brought home his yearbook and pointed out one of the kids who has a dirty mouth. It was one of those candid, "I'm a ham!" shots, and there was this seemingly innocent looking chubby fourth grader with a big, hammy look on his face. And now I know his name!!

I immediately imagined myself charging into the middle school to pummel gently reprimand this boy, but then I caught myself and realized how ridiculous it would be for a 37 year old woman to try to intimidate a fifth grade boy.

Mama Mafia, anyone?

Instead I looked at Son and said "You let this kid call you names?" and left it at that. I mean, hey, in my day that kid would have at least been called "Fatty."

But two wrongs don't make a right. Son knows better than to pick on younger kids (his sister being the exception: "Sister has a poopy butt, doo da! Doo da!") and knows that yelling out words that he doesn't know the meaning of is wrong, too.

So...there you go. While I love my kids more than anything, I can't fight their battles for them. Husband and I can give them the guidance parents are supposed to give, but they, the kids, are the ones who are going to have to listen and learn for themselves.

But Will Gary Like It?

I have to wonder what Gary thinks of his crush Diane Lane's haircut.

Oh Good Heavens

Have you seen that Yo Gabba Gabba yet on Nickelodeon?

My stars and garters. They just had Biz Markie on there, rocking the beatbox.

Good Lord.

Oh, Go Stick Your Finger In It

John Edwards wants me to give up La Tahoe.

Hey John! Why don't you go stick your thumb up your butt!!

Let me put it this way, you hand me, oh say, $45K so I can get a new vehicle and we'll talk. Or better yet, let me have a personal driver so he can navigate the winding, hairpin turns and hills of the OH Valley. And get me up my steep, 1200 ft. driveway when it's icy.

Or....I can take a page from the Left's handbook and start yelling about my civil liberties!!! Don't tell me what to drive, hate-monger!!!

Go get a haircut, ya turd.

P.S. Don't f*ck with a pre-menstrual mommy!

Confidential Birthday!

Happy Birthday to my pal over at Not So Confidential!!!

Great Quote

I'm no Yoko Ono fan, but I love this.

Another Season of Whiner Boy

There will be another nine episodes of Scott Baio Is a Whiner Boy...and 45.

Yeah, I admit it, I got sucked in, even though it had that scripted feel about it. I don't know why I felt compelled to watch it, I mean, I was always a Fonzie girl and I've never seen one episode of Charles In Charge. (I've never liked Willie Aames all that much, even if he did become "Bible Man.")

Anyway, so...didja see the season finale Sunday? After all those episodes of Scott whining and carrying on about marriage and boinking every blonde girl with boobies and partying with that obnoxious Johnny V (grow up, ya weasel), Scott "proposed" to his girlfriend Renee. He didn't even propose as much as he said "I'm ready to get married."

How romantic, Scott. Wah, wah, wah and all that.

Renee then announced "Guess what? We're gonna have a baby."

Oh the "deer in the headlight" eyes on Baio! Look out, ChaChi, you're actually going to have to man up now!

You know I'm going to be tuning in for the next season, if only to see how Scott Baio deals with those nighttime feedings and poopy diapers.

Tired!

What a morning.

I got Son on the bus, and an hour later had to run to the school for Daughter's orientation for preschool, where I filled out every imaginable bit of information they could ask for.

Good grief. What really sucks is that I have to fill out the same contact info paperwork when Son gets home!

But I can't wait to hear how Son's first day of third grade was.

Goin' To Skewl

Tomorrow is the first day of school...and I hate to admit it, but I'm really looking forward to it.

I jumped out of bed and happily started sorting the necessary school supplies for each child and loading their backpacks. I made sure the juice for lunches was put in the fridge so it would be thoroughly chilled and ready to be placed in the Pirates of the Caribbean lunch box. All the new clothes have been laundered, and outfits for each child, right down the the socks, are laid out and ready to be worn. The spanking new shoes, so new they practically gleam, are lined up, pointing towards the door.

Am I a little anxious?

To be honest, Daughter won't officially start preschool until next Tuesday. This week is all about orientation for the little people, so I get one more week with my baby.

But it's kind of sad, in a way. This will be the first time in eight years that I'll be (gasp!) alone. My babies are growing up.

Swooner Dreamboat's Dislikes

Apparently Ewan McGregor isn't too fond of those Star Wars movies he did.

What ever. I could care less. The only reason I got into that whole story to begin with was because, well, you know, I think McGregor is pretty HAWT.

More on Ewan's hospice visit.

Funny Because It's True

Have you read this yet?

It's so true, even with just two kids...

Home Today

We're home, thanks for asking. How about a brief recap, hmmm?

Day 1 - Friday

We started off fine, until we stopped for gas a half hour into our trip and the AC decided to poop out. This was a sickening trend that La Tahoe would carry out sporadically on our trip, making for some very cranky people.

Anyway, somehow we wound up on a road in PA that was named, I kid you not, "Shades Of Death." Uh-huh. That was just over the border from WV. The air conditioning decided to start working somewhere east of Washington PA, much to our relief.

I noticed, while driving somewhere in MD, that those smaller, more fuel efficient cars were the ones that were driving like schmucks and waaay over the posted speed limit. Husband noticed one such schmuck who apparently had no concept of complimentary lane changes when someone is entering the highway from an on-ramp. It turns out that said jerk was a young chick driving, you guessed it, one of those fuel efficient jobbies. She, and her young male companion, gave us dirty looks as they sped past. I noticed her "Keep Abortion Legal" bumper sticker, at which point I yelled "HEY! Check out the two un-aborted babies in the back seat, wench!" (Which is why I have the damn Tahoe...) And girlie, if you keep driving like that you're gonna need a new rubber band for your engine.

We found Ft. Frederick and took a look around. The kids were more interested in a mouse, twitching in the last stages of the dying process. I noted a good amount of bat poo, after which I ran shrieking "Don't touch anything! Don't touch anything!"

We finally got to our motel in Hagerstown, MD. Let me just say that I don't think we're going to go for the economy accommodations again. The toilet was, erm...well, let's just say that the last person to stay in that room didn't exactly leave it in the nicest condition. And the shower curtain was covered with mold. This was too much, so after we gorged at IHOP, I made Husband take me to Wal-Mart to get supplies so I could clean the toilet. He also got a plunger from the front desk of the motel, and I requested a new shower curtain.

Note to self: always carry Clorox wipes and toilet wand with refills when traveling.

Day 2 - Saturday

Damn hot. Fookin' hot. My gawd it was hot.

Gettysburg, while still my favorite place to visit, is full of schmucks. I don't know if it's because I've been there so many times or because I've studied that place most of all, but when I hear these tourists blather onandonandon I just want to say "Shaddup!"

We went to the Hall of Presidents, per Son's request. *yawn* The likenesses on some of the more recent presidents was pretty good, but BillyJeff looked more like John Travolta with a pig snout, and if what they had was supposed to be President George W. Bush....well, hell, I look more like Bush than that wax figure!

As for the battlefield, we checked out the Culp's Hill area, it being the least full of soccer players (some kind of tournament) and idiot, rude drivers. Behold, the kids:

I have concluded, after Saturday, that La Tahoe must have some Harry Potter-esque Invisibility Cloak. Despite the fact that it is huge, red, and has daytime running lights, it is invisible to any other driver on the road.

Note to the public at large: I am a lot bigger than you, so stop forkin' around!

Um...that's about it for that. Once again, I ate waaay too much, and for the first time in three months had The Sweet Red Devil Coca-Cola. It was good, but I think I'll stick to sweet tea.

Day 3 - Sunday

We drove home. That's about it. We only stopped once, in Breezewood, PA to fuel up and get coffee.

It was, for the most part, a good time. I think if we go to Gettysburg again it will be, like, Easter or something. It's just ri-goddamn-diculous anymore.

Weasley Is Our King Birthday

Happy Birthday to Rupert Grint, a.k.a. Ron Weasley, who turns 19 today!

Bad Attitudes?

Tuesday night was the second annual kick-off (or cook-off as I've been calling it) for the school district.

We, the kids and I, didn't go. I had an appointment to get my roots done. Priorities!

But I did talk to my friend, I'll call her Underdog (she'll know why), and I read her the above article, to which she said "I didn't see any of that."

She also went around and tried to talk to other parents about the state of our school district, and she got a lot of "It's the same every where else."

Oh yeah? So how come when I was driving through other parts of OH yesterday I came across a school district with not only a new school building, but a sports complex as well? Someone got a levy passed, or taxes raised, or whatever.

And the general attitude Underdog got from these parents was "Hey, my kids are shipped off for x-amount of time, who cares?"

Hells bells! I like my alone time as much as the next person, but my kids' education is a bit more important than whether or not I watch Law & Order reruns and the Food Network every afternoon.

Road Trip

Yesterday Husband and I took the kids to this nifty groovy place called The Wilds.

It was really cool, actually; three camels (two humps each) got close to our bus, and later on two zebras chased our bus. Yep, a male and a female. How do I know this? Because once they got rightnextto the bus, the male started to, um...erm..."play leap frog" with the female.

And then we actually drove through part of the herd of American Bison, a personal favorite of mine.

(I would post one of the pictures Husband took, but I'm not patient enough.)

After all that fun and frivolity we went to Cracker Barrel, where I took full advantage of my renewed ability to eat, and consumed more calories in one sitting than I do all day. Oof!

Anyhoo, it was a good, but tiring, day.

Working Class Dog Birthday

Happy Birthday to Rick Springfield, a.k.a. Dr. Noah Drake, who turns 58 today!

Incidentally, tomorrow on General Hospital, Rick will be singing!

It's a long, daytime drama story that I won't bore you with, suffice it to say that Springfield will be singing as Noah Drake pretending to be rock singer Eli Love.

But Springfield will be singing an actual song off his newest album.

So! Tomorrow! Friday! If you miss it during the day you can always watch it at 10:00 P.M. EST on SoapNet! (Channel 262 for you DirecTV customers.)

Charge It!

I just got back from shopping -- by myself, for a change.

I got a lot of shopping done for the kids' birthdays that are rapidly approaching, and then I snuck over to the mall to do some shopping for myself.

I could not believe it when I actually got my arse into a pair of size 10 jeans. I haven't worn a size 10 since before I got married.

It's Scary...It's Kind Of True

I saw the actual news conference, and this seriously isn't too far off:

Sonofa....!!!

Damn.

I guess I should change La Tahoe's name.

Chatty Today

Well, I am feeling a hell of a lot better than I did yesterday at this time.

Anyhoo, Husband is on vacation this week, and in order to squeeze out the last little drops of summer fun, we've got trips planned with the brats blessings I have birthed.

Wednesday will find us at a wildlife safari type thing, right here in the Buckeye state. I think the kids will really like this, as I've heard giraffes will walk right up and stick their head in the window.

But the weekend, now that's really special. Not really, but I'm looking forward to it. We're going to....hold on...get ready....you'll never guess....GETTYSBURG!

Husband and I have determined that we're going to visit the spots we don't normally see (sorry, Strong Vincent), like Culp's Hill, the Hall of Presidents, the Jennie Wade house, maybe even take one of those double-decker bus tours Husband scoffs at.

So! If anyone is going to be in the G'burg vicinity this weekend, e-mail me!

It Would Be Worth It...

...just to see Colin Firth in a skirt.

Thankew Agent Bedhead for providing the link.

Tempted By The Fruit Of Another

I was going to say something about this, but I'll leave the Pete Doherty commentary to Agent Bedhead.

Tall Cool One Birthday

Happy Birthday to Robert Plant, who is 59 today!

(Yes, I am aware that I used a Zeppelin era picture with an 80's era song title. Get over it.)

Sinner!

I didn't go to church today.

Oh no!

Well, I woke up with this pounding headache (sinuses) and feeling like I was going to spew, so I told Husband he's on his own with the younglings. All I wanted to do, and all I did do, was curl up on the couch under a blanket and stare at the TV.

Braveheart is on right now, and then it's an Ice Road Truckers marathon!!

Too Old

Aging sucks!

Today we took the kids to the county fair, and at one point I decided to take Son on a "spinny" ride, something I used to love...twenty years ago.

While Son and I liked the ride, I'm too damn old to be spinning around anymore.

But...the best part of the day was eating funnel cake. Yum!

Pretty Cool

This is pretty cool; I'm sure it's already made the rounds on these here Internets.

My question is: if the "thumbs-up" is offensive to those in the Middle East (it's the same as flipping the bird to them), are they, you know, flipping everyone off?

Snort Worthy

See, the thing is, way back when I used to dance to this song when it was popular.

Hello King's Rook Club!

But I didn't dance like this:

Dog And Pony Show...

...or: I went to the school board meeting last night.

What a FECKIN' GOAT ROPE!

You tell me, why in the hell would the board hire a bunch of people to drive the buses who don't have the time behind the wheel that other, more qualified drivers have?

Those stupid bastards wouldn't even turn on the g**damn air conditioning!

And do NOT get me started on the fact that the Kindergarten classes at the school Son attends are waaaaay too full and the board won't add another teacher.

Or how I yelled nasty things at the superintendent (she thinks she's Sarah Fookin' Jessica Parker or something) and called the president of the board a BITCH.

UPDATE: I heard, late Friday afternoon, that a classroom was being prepared for another Kindergarten. Don't know who'll be coming in to teach, but at least the school board listened to something for once!

Swooner Afternoon

Ah, what a sight to behold on a Friday afternoon: Agent Bedhead knows HAWT guys.

Damn those hot Brits.

Huh-what?

Okay, so yeah, I stopped watching Law & Order a couple years ago, but recently started watching the re-runs on TNT in the afternoons.

Hey, what can I say? You know I'm a sucker for Chris Noth, and I love Jerry Orbach. And it can be a great way to get a Fred Thompson fix.

So just now I looked the show up on the NBC website, and whatwhatwhat? It's on Sundays now? And where the hell did Dennis Farina go?

By the by, when Husband and I were watching the aforementioned re-runs, he nearly fell out of his chair when Michael Imperioli appeared on the screen.

And on the funny side, last night we saw one of those TD Waterhouse commercials, and Daughter started yelling "That's the guy from 'Long Orders' Mommy!" when Sam Waterston was talking.

S-T-R-E-T-C-H

Well, had my gut scoped this morning, and according to what the doc told Husband, my esophagus has been stretched.

You know, so nothing will get stuck in there anymore.

Disgusting!

I feel like I have a hangover right now, so I'm going to go sit on the couch.

P & P Potter Style

It's Funny

Yesterday I bought the kids whoopee cushions, at which Husband remarked "Don't they make that noise enough on their own?"

Well, yeah, they do, and yesterday they made it all the way through Kroger.

Isn't That A Daisy?

Happy birthday to Doc Holliday, born on this day in 1851.

Don't recognize him? Maybe this will help:

Tour Dates

Apparently it's official, Van Halen has announced tour dates.

Wyatt Earp, you lucky dog, they're going to be in your town October 1!

But, hello, only one OH date...and it's Cleveland??? Not even a stop in Pittsburgh???

Bastards!

Wanna Date?

Oh boy, oh boy, oh b-o-y!

Could this be my chance to (gasp!) go on a date with Ewan McGregor?

Or...my newest swooner, Colin Firth???

Yeah, sure, huh, I doubt it. The only "stars" on this show will probably be...hmmm...

Vanilla Ice
Erik Estrada
Andy Dick
Scott Baio (he's still single, gals!)
Barry Williams (a.k.a. Greg Brady)

And let's throw Flavor Flav in there, too. After all, if his third season of Flavor of Love turns out like the first two (please DO NOT BRING BACK NEW YORK AGAIN), who knows what he'll do?

(H/T Glitterati)

Going Under...Again

On Wednesday I'll be having another endoscopy. My second this year, if you're keeping track.

Why, you ask?

Because, as I've said before, it feels like food is getting stuck in my esophagus, and, damn damn damn, I'm having acid reflux AGAIN.

Damn.

I mean, last night I actually had to pull the Gaviscon out, and I wondered if I had any Prevacid left to take. This is seriously pissing me off.

Oh well, I had two pain free months.

Keine Panik!

Husband took German classes back in school, and the other day had mentioned that if he was proficient in a language, he could make more $$$. Well, German is a language that apparently a lot of his fellow co-workers know, so he's chosen a Slavic language, but had mentioned that it wouldn't hurt if he brushed up on German.

Enter me, loving wife, who bought him German For Dummies. It comes with a nifty groovy CD, which I started listening to last night...just farting around.

I figure, hey, I've got a lot of German blood (from both sides of my family) and after 37 years maybe I should learn a bit of my ancestral language. That, and one of my SILs is German and wouldn't she plotz if I walked up to her and started blahblahblah?

And hey, I took four years of Spanish in high school, how hard can it be?

Pretty hard, since somehow I said those German phrases with a faint Spanish accent.

Ooof.

I also bought a French book. (Rosetta Stone, even used on eBay, is pretty pricey.) Husband's family has thick French roots (hence our French last name), and what better to teach my kids than the two main languages of their heritage!

Somehow I think I may have to get those Muzzy tapes.

Why not teach my kids Spanish? Oh, it would be easy, especially since one of our family friends is practically fluent in the language, but I refuse to teach my kids Spanish for the same reason Husband refuses to learn any of those Middle Eastern languages. Nope. Not gonna do it.

Auf Wiedersehen!

GroovyVic Goes To The Movies

Yesterday I took the kids to see Underdog. It was my son's pick, not mine.

It was cute, I guess, something that appeals to kids.

I wonder, though, what John Belushi would think of his brother's foot being licked by a beagle on the big screen, but I digress.

Kids will like it. As for adults and fans of the cartoon? Eh....

(Pssst....the trailer for that Alvin and the Chipmunks movie is in theaters....ugh!)

GO BUCKEYES!!!

*giggle*

Thankewverramuch Wyatt Earp

WTF?

What fresh hell is this?

The Bionic Woman is back?

Um, yeah. Hello? Jaime had a bionic ear, not an eye. I know things need to be updated by thirty years or so, but come on!

People! Please! What about Steve Austin? The Air Force? OSI? Oscar? Fembots? Sasquatch?

This was my favorite show way back when, I even had the action figures! How dare they mess with the camp, the 70's tackiness......grrrrrr.

Will they have that cool groovy noise when Jaime runs?

Oh, I'll check it out, you can be sure of that.

Becks Has Good Taste

David Beckham shows good taste in shirts.

Linky Love

Wyatt Earp is guest blogging for a week, so go check it out.

Plus, he has a groovy Tombstone shot on his blog.

He's Back!

Chris Noth, a.k.a. Mr. Big, has signed on for the SATC movie!

(Happy dance, happy dance, happy dance!)

Smell Ya Later

Don't hate me, but I like Sarah Jessica Parker. Maybe it's because she was uber-geek in Square Pegs (I had the same glasses back in high screwl), and I am a big SATC fan...

(Even though I DO NOT agree with her politics!)

And I like her clothing line at Steve & Barry's (even though my kids won't let me in there long enough to actually buy anything), and I love her perfumes.

But, SJP? I don't think anyone really wants to know your favorite scent.

That's kind of....yuck.

Just Click The Link

Agent Bedhead rocks.

Hunk At Any Age Birthday

Happy Birthday to actor Sam Elliott who turns 63 today!

This man! Oh my!

Cowboy Boots will know what I'm talking about. This man is gorgeous no matter what age he is!!

TMI! TMI!!

From the pages of US magazine: "Tinseltown's Kiss & Tell Kings," Scott Baio says of his, um, "experience" with Liza (With a Z) Minnelli:

He called her a "7" in bed, adding, "Liza's body [at age 49; he was 34] was insane" and sex "was unique."

Um....ooookay.

Scott Baio is 45...and single....and apparently a big mouthed pig.

Random Ewan McGregor Picture Post

Just because I haven't posted the Swooner Dreamboat in a while....

Look at that pucker! Mmmmmmmmm.........

Becks Coming To A TV Near You

Mr. Atoz reports that Becks is going to be one half of a British gay couple coming to Desperate Housewives.

What ever, I'm so far out in the boonies that I don't even get ABC.

I'm just hyperventilating over that picture.

Wednesday 80's Jam

Okay, so I watched Classic Albums on VH1 Classic last night, and this song has been going through my head since.

And, while I'm a Rick Savage fan, I've got to say that Phil Collen is looking pretty HAWT.

Jump!

Jump up and down!

Van Halen is finally going to hit the road with Diamond Dave!

This is good news! I love Dave!

As for Michael Anthony, isn't he with Hagar now? Oh well, I'd pay the billion dollar ticket price to see Dave again (I saw him twice back in the 80's when he first went solo), and it'd be cool to actually see Eddie live.

Hug That Baby!

Suri Cruise doesn't look like she's having a good time.

She looks scared to death! That poor baby.

I don't like crying babies. She needs a hug, not to be bobbed around in the ocean!

"As Close As You're Gonna Get..."

Last night Husband built a fire (man make fire! ugh!) and we cooked out. Nothing fancy, just some turkey cutlets he'd found in the freezer and some corn on the cob.

Once he and the kids were done (I didn't partake), Husband rubs his belly and says: "That was just like reenacting! Huh? We'd basically cook meat and corn. That's as close to reenacting as you're gonna get, honey."

Yes, and what a big thrill is was for me.

Not.

My Ears! My EARS!

Somethings go great together: chocolate and peanut butter, pizza and beer, toast with honey...

But Allison Krauss and Robert Plant?

I have nothing against Ms. Krauss. She's wonderful in the bluegrass/country genre, but singing along side Robert "Whole Lotta Love" Plant?

Does she have the vocal chops to match oh he of the veddy tight jeans?

I'm skeptical.

Going In Again

Today I'm going back for more school shopping. Crazy, I know, but Penney's is having a "huge sale" and I'm not one to pass something like that up, even if I have to pay sales tax on clothes here in OH. (I just don't have the energy to deal with that PA mall we were at the other day).

Maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to find shoes for Daughter, who knows.

And yeah, I'm a bit obsessive when I get my mind fixed on something. I had planned on actually staying home today (the first time all week) and actually getting some housework done, but when I heard about this "huge sale" I just couldn't stay home.

Potter Gets Hairy

Harry Potter...oops, sorry, I mean Daniel Radcliffe, has a mustache.

I don't know about this. I mean, the kid is an actor and all, but somehow I liked him better with his long hair in Goblet of Fire. And the one commenter on the linked post was right, he does sort of look like Hitler.

But then, I'm a sucker for a dude with long hair.

Anyhoo, let's all hope Daniel doesn't go the way of a lot of other young actors.

If It's August 1...

...it must be time for me to take the younglings shopping for school clothes.

I had really good luck with Son; I even found shoes for him, but Daughter on the other hand....

Why is it that every pair of shorts or jeans for girls has some stupid embellishment on them? Argh! I just want a damn plain pair of blue jeans for a little girl!

And shoes! I had her feet measured and tried to fit shoes on her accordingly, and they were too big!

Not to mention the fact that fifteen minutes after we got to this wonderful mall, Son starts sulking and whining how tired he is. Dammit. It didn't help that we kept having to pass this playplace for kids...that they kept begging to go to the bookstore...that they were practically leaping into Build-A-Bear.

Somehow school clothes got left in the dust.

I'm going to have to take one kid at a time, I guess.

And why, when I went into Payless, someone measured the kids' feet, but there were no other such courtesies offered at any other shoe store? Am I asking to much to have my kids' feet measured properly?

Now you know why I only like shopping for books.

Eighties Revival

More 80's cartoons are coming to the big screen.

As if Alvin and the Chipmunks wasn't bad enough, now we're going to be subjected to, get ready....gird your loins....The Smurfs.

Truly, I fear for the future of American Cinema.