Feb. 21: I can make fire naughty

So, I went on Jack's field trip Tuesday. The kindergarteners went to a new fire station in the area. They always ask for lots of parents to come along as chaperones because apparently little kids can really get out of line on these trips.

They didn't count on us.

The depravity began before we left the school, when one of the moms (not me) asked if she could slide down the fire pole. And it got worse. It got much, much worse.

In admittedly weak defense, it is impossible for someone like me to be expected to tour a fire station without giggling. And it became obvious on Tuesday that a few other moms are also someone like me. I tell you, the "that's what she said!" opportunities were endless. We were shushed many times, even by the kindergarteners.

You say immature, I say devilish. Let's call the whole thing off. 'Cuz either way, I doubt I'll be asked to chaperone again.

Meh.

July 20: Too much hairspray

The movie version of the Broadway musical Hairspray opens across the country today. I hope to see it this weekend.

I got the movie soundtrack last night. I was disappointed that there's no "The Big Dollhouse" but otherwise it's fairly similar to the Broadway cast recording. The last song on the CD is "Mama, I'm a Big Girl Now," with Ricki Lake, Marissa Jaret Winokur and Nikki Blonsky singing the three girls' parts. There's also a special uncredited line from Harvey Fierstein. Genius!

I wanted to burn a copy for my upcoming road trip so I did a Google image search for a Hairspray graphic I could put on the CD label. There were a lot to wade through, and I thought there'd be no harm in making Link Larkin (Zac Efron) my desktop wallpaper. I mean, the image was there, and I couldn't not right-click it... right? And look at that boy! He's just dreamy. Vic now thinks I'm a perv. He thinks that if he put a girl that age on his desktop wallpaper that I'd make fun of him. He's so very right about the making fun. But I am not a pervert! I probably shouldn't tell Vic that last night I had a dream about meeting Zac Efron and he fell in love with me before I could tell him I'm old enough to be his mother. I hate when that happens. In that same dream, Chris and Sonya bought a TiVo that played oval DVDs and they were just sure oval DVDs were the wave of the future. Hm.

I did finally find a good image to use for the CD label. I know you were wanting to know how that all came out.

I also found a lot of other images that were under the category of "hair spray," like this very scary one:


That's right, altogether now: YIKES.

To paraphrase Taylor, no more hairspray words.