Everything is beautiful at the ballet...

Two words DANCE MOMS. This is a reality show following the Abby Lee dance company (little girls) as they compete around the country. Its like a train wreck...no its like a plane crash that causes a train wreck while a puppies and kittens are crossing the tracks! So in other words its delightfully entertaining.
Now I know this is reality tv but I like to suspend my disbelief just for an hour here and there so I can sit back and enjoy. Each show starts with the owner of the company (Abby Lee Miller) bringing the company together and putting the girls head shots in a pyramid. She then goes through one by one explaining why they are either on the bottom or top, while berating their mothers in the process. They then break off to work on choreography while the moms go off and get botox, do lunches, and bitch about the way this woman treats their children (which by the way they pay for). They then go to competition where they will tackle harsh dance subjects like child abduction, child abuse, childhood suicide, and drag queens. In their down time these girls like to study with the pros that Abby brings in for them, the last one being a topless show girl (how appropriate), go on dates with their dance partners (both of these kids are 10 years old), or watch their moms cat fight about costumes or choreography or who's daughter Abby loves more (its Maddie by the way). Finally we come to the awards section of the show when the girls are taught to graciously roll their eyes if they are given anything less then first place. Then its on to the next competition!

So if yo are looking for some wholesome family tv I definitely recommend dance moms! This wed night there is a marathon...so put on your sequins people its SHOWTIME!

*Title Quote: A chorus line

I'm not playing a role. I'm being myself, whatever the hell that is.

Hello, my name is Nicole and my husband is a larper.
For those of you that don't know what "larping" is here is the definition:
A live action role-playing game (LARP) is a form of role-playing game where the participants physically act out their characters' actions. The players pursue goals within a fictional setting represented by the real world, while interacting with each other in character. The outcome of player actions may be mediated by game rules, or determined by consensus among players. Event arrangers called gamemasters decide the setting and rules to be used and facilitate play.

With that being said I consider having an actual get together to do you fantasy football draft  larping. Yes that is where my dear husband is this evening. Fighting with a bunch of guys to get his favorite players for his imaginary football team. Said football team will then be scrutinized over for the next 5 months. So instead of just being pissed that the actual real live football team that you root for doesn't win, you can now be even more pissed when you fake one doesn't win either! ever since I was little football would consume the fall and winter months in whatever house I was living in. My mother and I used to go into her bedroom and watch musicals on her little TV while my dad would be yelling at the Pats in the other room. I still don't think West side story looks quite right on anything bigger then a 20" screen.  So I guess I'm used to it...well the football...the larping is still gonna take a while.


Title Quote: Bea Arthur

Some women are dripping with diamonds, some women are dripping with pearls, look at me, lucky me, look at what Im drippin with...little girls.”

We are adding a little girl to our family! Apparently if you see three lines in the crotchal area of an ultrasound that's what it means! And there they were...3 lines! I was so excited I just giggled, the husband smiled, and Bug waited for the tech to change the channel on the screen to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. So now we just wait for the Ladybug to arrive!
In other news headshots went well for Bug and I yesterday...well at least for Bug. He looked adorable as always...I on the other hand was a hot mess. My hair was frizzy, my face was a disaster and I look fat (which I can deal with since I am with child). I'm hoping I can submit my old headshots to be put in the database.
While waiting at the photo studio we were witness to a stage mom freak out which made the afternoon a bit more interesting. There was a 2 year old little girl there with her family who had just finished her pictures. Mom had put her hair into two little pigtails that looked like big pom poms on the top of her head. Apparently the agency she works with needed the picture for something that day. When the photographer pulled up the pictures on the computer mom freaked because one pigtail was not as rounded as the other.  The photographer was able to round it out a little for her but she was ready to do the whole shoot over! Finally the photographer was able to convince her that they would not be paying that much attention to her hairstyle and she was freaking out over a very small thing. Mom let it go but left in a huff over the puff.

Title quote-Mrs.Hannigan: Annie

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages

First blog post folks! Here goes nothing....

First of all lets just get this clear...I AM NOT A STAGE MOM...I never have been, and never will be. That being said the bug has his first headhsots tomorrow afternoon :) Some people huff at the fact that I am working freelance with a talent agent for my son, some are totally on board. I would like to hope anyone that knows bug also knows his (other) nickname is Hamlet because he knows how to play a crowd. I also like to think that I have a leg up in this whole situation considering I have been in the industry basically since I was a child.
So tomorrow we go for headshots...that's right...WE. Apparently pregnant gals are a hot commodity, enough so to get a free photo session. I was not at all looking for representation myself when we set up everything with Bug, but the minute they found out I was expecting another it was stupid not to go with it. I thought "Sure! The worst that happens is some companies get a photo of a pregnant lady that she in no way shape or form paid for, and throw them in the trash". Well jokes on me because I already got a call for a go see without anyone seeing my picture! Yikes! Who knew!? With my luck I will be the new spokesmodle for a hands free breast pump or some sort of stretch mark cream (which I have none of...thank you very much Palmer's cocoa butter).
So to prep for his glamor shots Bug decided to wedge his head between the floor and refrigerator door handle this morning leaving a huge scratch on his face. Speaking of faces mine looks like I'm a 14 year old boy on a pizza diet going through puberty.
This should be interesting.

*Tittle quote-William Shakespeare