This is an open blog post to the advertising executives in charge of the latest Reebok Easy Tone adverts.
Dudes … because you are all obviously men … you failed to reach me with your latest message.
Next time, please know your target audience.
It’s not men.
It’s women.
And, quite frankly some woman’s arse cheeks poking out of her short shorts will not make me run out and buy your toning sneakers.
That is all.
For my little sis …
If I had words
To make a day for you
I sing you a morning golden and new
I would make this day
Last for all time
Give you a night
Deep in moonshineIf I had words
To make a day for you . . .
Apparently, Elmo’s latest duet with Katy Perry has been pulled from an upcoming Sesame Street special because the pop star’s outfit is too revealing.
Hmmmmmmmm …
I don’t know about you, but I kinda find this a little troubling and ridiculous. I mean, aren’t there scarier images on our televisions that we ought to be protecting our children from than Ms. Perry’s bewbage?
Also, there are other questionable characters in children’s television programming that I for one would be more concerned about … for example, the form-fitting outfit that DJ Lance wears on Yo Gabba Gabba leaves very little to the imagination.
My three-year old son is not a fan of the iconic show, but I let him watch the Hot ‘n’ Cold duet to view his reaction.
He LOVED it.
Truth be told, it’s the longest he’s ever sat through of any Sesame Street episode … I think in part because, Katy Perry is such an awesome performer. The segment was bright and fun and he’s familiar with the tune. He didn’t cover his eyes in shock and horror nor did he start crying. He giggled and asked to watch it again!
Don’t some people have better things to get in an uproar over?
Here’s a link to the song so you can judge for yourself …
Last year when we were on our hols back in the UK, my oldest decided to take my camera and take some silly photos of himself – this is one that cracks me up every time I look at it.
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Yeah. About that title. Sorry, but I couldn’t think of anything more suitable for this post so please buckle up, grin and bare it.
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Picture this.
Most mornings I shamelessly wake up with a bounce in my step and a song in my heart. While the majority of the house is still sleeping, I grab a cup of coffee and cosy up on my brown, leather couch to do a spot of reading. Sounds all very nice and all, doesn’t it? Believe me it is … until I suddenly spot them.
Flakes.
Lovely white flakes.
All around me … and I realise that once again I have sat in a veritable pile of snow — my husband’s dandruff. You see, he has a bit of a dandruff problem lately which means I’m in dandruff hell. Did I mention we have a dark brown leather couch?
Believe me, it’s not a pretty sight nor is it any fun to clean up. And, evidently the hubby is left mystified as to why I am so grossed out by it as after all it is just little parts of him flaking off. (His words, not mine.)
Dead skin.
Ewwwwwwww. I mean, come on. Can we get any grosser?
He just doesn’t see it though. I guess, like most dandruff sufferers, he doesn’t know that every time he so much as touches his head an avalanche occurs. Truth be told, it’s a little problem that’s fast becoming between us because each time I see him scratch his head I cringe and then I’m all yelling and snapping at him to stop.
Bless him, he has tried everything, but a prescription strength treatment shampoo. That’s the next resort methinks as I just can’t take it anymore. His superhuman shedding powers must be stopped.
Help!
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Now, if you happen to have a better title for me, do me a favour and keep it to yourself, however, if you have a known cure for my dandruff hell I’d love to hear it. Thanks.
This song is kinda haunting me right now, but I love it — the words, the melody are just gorgeous. It’s by a band called Vertical Horizon that I’ve recently discovered thanks to my Pandora music app on my iPhone.
So, on Friday night we had plans to meet up with our friends at a local restaurant. This particular restaurant is tucked away off the main road and is surrounded by lovely grassy areas where the kids can run wild and play. It also has a fantastic open air dining area that sells the best wings and beer.
And, it has cornhole.
Perfect ingredients for a perfect evening.
Or so I thought.
When I announced on Twitter I was off to play some cornhole with friends, the responses I got were quite hilarious. I think I scared some people because apparently not everybody knows what the game of cornhole. I’m not entirely sure what other meaning the word cornhole has, but here’s a brief on what I know it as …
Cornhole, a derivative of horseshoes, is a fun lawn game where the players take turns throwing cornhole bags at a raised platform with a hole in the far end. A corn bag in the hole scores 3 points, while one on the platform scores 1 point — the first player to reach a score of 21 wins.
I also found this video on YouTube which kinda gives a really great description of the game …
All of our friends, bar us have homemade cornhole platforms so it’s something that is played on a fairly regular basis at our gatherings. Even the kids get in to it.
The hubby has often talked about getting some two by fours and making our own, but has never got round to it. Just like putting twinklie lights around my pool lanai, but I digress.
I’m now thinking that when we do indeed return to the UK, we’re bringing cornhole back with us. Oh yeah! It will be the new British past time sweeping beer gardens across the nation. I’m sure it’s gonna be big, y’all.
Seeing as I already did a post about my 40th birthday celebration … and I really didn’t want to put you all through the torture of seeing me in my blonde afro wig again … I thought I’d share one of my all time favourite photographs from another celebration … my little sister’s wedding.
Not taken by me … I was far too busy with my matron of honour duties … this is a photo of my oldest son and one of his friends walking down the aisle before the blessed event … they were the ring bearer and flower girl.
I have this framed on my wall and it never fails to emit an “awwwwwww” from whomever sees it.
I woke up this morning to a panicked email from one of my bestest friends.
The email was entitled “nightmare” so fearful of what it might contain, I quickly opened it and what I read was truly a nightmare indeed. I also found myself rolling out loud on the floor in a fit of laughter. Callous I know, but I digress. Here’s an excerpt from the said email …
I don’t know how I’ve managed it, but I went to wash my hands at work and nearly died. I’ve forgotten to put my makeup on for work. I daren’t look at anybody and (insert daughter’s name) is bringing supplies down as we speak.
I shouldn’t really have laughed because we’ve all done it, right?
Walked out the door forgetting to apply a full face on?
And you do kinda feel naked.
Only the other day I was having what I thought was a lovely conversation with one of the support staff at my middle son’s school only to discover I’d forgotten to apply a touch of make-up. I felt that same shock and horror as my BFF and started coming up with reasons in my head that I could spout about the lack of it.
“Sorry, I just came from working out.” was one excuse that crossed my mind.
But, then a certain amount of ambivalence about it all came over me. Who cares? I mean, really? Of course, I might feel different had I been going to work or out to a party, but I wasn’t … I was just being a slummy mummy.
This has me pondering, why we women (and some men) feel it necessary to paint our faces like we do. And, when is it ever acceptable to go without? I don’t wear a whole heck of a lot of make-up to start with – foundation, mascara and lippie is it for me – but I find I just feel better about myself when I do. Unless I have a tan, (stop laughing) I think I just look better with a bit of face on.
What say you? How much make-up do you wear on a daily basis? Would you go in to a panic if you found you were out in public and forgot to put your face on?
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