Holy Sweet Mother of Hades, it’s hot up in here right now. As my 6 year old says, “Mom, it’s SMOKIN’ HOT!” Pretty sure she doesn’t realize the implications of saying something is “smokin’ hot” and I have no idea where she learned that phrase, but essentially, it’s true. Southern California is on fiyah right now (literally and figuratively, unfortunately).
So I am hear to brighten your day and at the same time make it cooler, with . . . the Kool Tool. I’ve blogged about this ingenius invention before and (more…)
My baby girl’s turned 8 years old a few weeks ago, but holy sunrises and sunsets, she’s definitely not a baby anymore. She’s an all-grownsed-up nearly-tween who can complete a triathlon, read chapter books, and cruise waves on a boogie board all by brave herself.
Every single day Lily and her sister Lexi amaze me with something new. Maybe it’s a new dance step, or a new joke. How and when did they even learn to tell jokes? The speed and deftness at which major changes take place in their development absolutely amazes me.
It also terrifies me a little. Yet I know that’s just life and everyone says time flies when you’re having fun–and indeed, we are having fun.
Here are my hopes and wishes for you, dear sweet Lily, on your 8th birthday (belated):
1. That you never try to emulate entertainers like Nicki Minaj and Miley Cyrus, but rather, you look up to women like Mindy Kaling, Lupita Nyong’o and Taylor Swift who are courageously paving self-respecting paths for themselves.
2. That you don’t find yourself in a predicament like Janay Rice, and if you do, you have the courage to walk away, ask for help, and know it’s not your fault.
I can’t believe that I’m a 42 year old native San Diegan and have never ridden the Belmont Park roller coaster, but it’s true. Shame on me!
But that’s about to change. Next month, Belmont Park, the mini-theme park in the heart of Mission Beach, will transform itself into BooMONT Park complete with FREE trick or treating, a pumpkin patch, zombie laser tag, a
I spent the this past weekend at the luxurious Bacara Resort located just north of my alma mater, UCSB, with my closest college girlfriends. The occasion? A mini 20 year reunion. Yes 20 years have passed since we last roamed the streets of Isla Vista (IV), arguably the best college town in history. We did a lot of R, R & R ing: resting, relaxing and re-living the good ol’ days.
We also did a lot of time talking about Nicki Minaj was a hot topic this weekend.
Yes, Ms. Anaconda herself.
Prior to our trip, I had watched Ms. Minaj’s latest freak show video for Anaconda, her spin-off of Sir Mix-a-Lot’s 90’s hit Baby Got Back in horror, and truth be told, I became a little obsessed with it. I simply could not reconcile the fact that one of my daughters’ icons was dry humping the air (air humping?) with nothing but a G String (not to be confused with Nothing But a G-Thang), and that, thanks to the Internet, those same 6 & 8 year old daughters might be exposed to the nearly triple X rated video at any moment.
So, one of the first things I did when arriving to Bacara was to show my friends from yore the video because I needed to know that I was not the only mom of grade schoolers who was appalled by this video. That Tipper Gore and I don’t need to run off to a deserted island together.
I wish I had been rolling video of their faces when the twerking and dry humping began (in the first three seconds). I knew then that I was not alone in my disappointment and disdain.
My friends and I proceeded to analyze our outrage.
Were we over-reacting? Our childhood icon, Madonna, certainly pushed the envelope a time or twenty. And we certainly listened to inappropriate lyrics (Two Live Crew’s One and One comes to mind), yet it seems like this video, on so many levels, is worse. And yes, that’s what all next generations moms say, but hear me out.
1) Being provocative and sexy is one thing, giving away the proverbial farm, is another. As tantalizing and shocking as female artists are and have been in the past, which is very, this video has
Somehow I didn’t shed a tear two days ago when I dropped my girls off at their 1st & 2nd grade classrooms, but tonight, I am going to cry.
You see, tonight is the season finale of So You Think You Can Dance, and finales always make me cry. This season in particular, however, has been sumptin special and saying goodbye to it won’t be easy.
Since it’s inception in 2005, I’ve watched the show religiously. To say that it is one of my favorite shows does not accurately characterize how deeply I feel about this show, and this season my love grew even deeper. Not only has the talent been off the charts, but also my daughters are now old enough to watch it and appreciate it alongside me.
Though we’ve had a fun summer, it’s also been a rough one, with transitioning from our nuclear “G-Unit” to Splitsville. Amidst the crazy summer schedule and the going between two homes, having a standing “date” with my girls, every Wednesday night from 8-10pm, provided stability, inspiration and boundless joy for the three of us.
We watched the show (not only live, but also at least three times during the week), we carefully calculated how to vote, we analyzed each little nuance of each dance, we fell in love with the dancers, and they fantasized about being on the show someday (so did I, actually–when will they open it up for 40+?).
We laughed along with the judges, and my girls laughed at me when I cried along with dances. Invariably there was a dance about a breakup and though the kids had no idea why I was crying (or maybe they did?), Lily would give me a little extra love while Lexi grabbed me some tissue from the bathroom.
Yesterday morning Lexi said, “Mom, this show has so many good memories for us.”
Yes it does, Lex, yes it does.
So tonight, we are wishing well to all the Top 4 dancers, Ricky, Jessica, Zack & Valerie, who are all incredibly deserving of their spots in the Top 4, and I am sending a special thank you to Nigel, Mary, my girl-crush Cat, the choreographers, and all the dynamite dancers for being a source of ultimate happiness for us this summer. Not sure how we’re going to wait another 9 months for next season! (Please tell me there will be a next season!).
Even if you didn’t watch the show this season for some cray cray reason, you should watch the finale tonight because it is sure to be amazing. Here are some highlights from the season to catch you up.
A music-playing toothbrush is on my list of top most genius inventions ever, so when I was hired to be a part of the Tooth Tunes™ Back-to-School campaign, I did a quick jig (and then said a quiet prayer that I’d get one with a One Direction song–yes, I like them, what?).
Regardless of how much I love my gold tooth, I’m still hoping my kids don’t end up with a grill. My older daughter has already had five cavities and my younger daughter is following right behind her with two. Getting them to brush for the full two minutes as suggested by their dentist is the hardest part (I didn’t even know until a few years ago that we’re supposed to brush for that long, which is probably why I have a gold tooth).
Now, with Tooth Tunes™, they get to boogie while they brush, and they do it for a full two minutes. There’s no setting a timer, or just hoping they brush that long—the timing is built into the brush. BAM!
In case you’re not familiar with how a Tooth Tunes tooth brush works–basically, sound vibrations stream from the bristles through your teeth so you hear music in your head. You won’t hear the music until you start brushing.
Here’s a quick vid of my kids demonstrating how it works:
Any chance my kids have to sing and dance they’ll take so I cannot be more thrilled with these things! (And P.S. I’m cracking up that Lexi made up a random number of how many cavities she’s had and then Lily called her out on it).
Popular songs offered by Tooth Tunes include:
“One Thing” by One Direction
“We Found Love” by Rihanna
“We Will Rock You” by Queen
Tooth Tunes Jr. “The Alphabet Song”
Tooth Tunes Jr. “Brush-a-long Song”
And so much more!
Now they just need to come up with musical dental floss and we’ll be set for life.