A Disturbing Trend

Last week in tap class, my teacher stopped randomly in the middle of warm-up and told us she had to tell us about some things she’d seen. Disturbing things. Things nobody should have to see in this day and age.

Mullets.

Everyone gasped in horror when she said the word. We shook our heads in disbelief when she told us she’d seen this appalling hairstyle not once, but twice in recent weeks. Others stepped forward and admitted that they, too, had seen a mullet or two around town. This was not, it appeared, a single sighting that could be written off as an isolated incident. No, unfortunately, this looks to be the beginning of a trend.

Take a deep breath. Step away from the computer for a minute if you need to. I know this is very upsetting news. Take all the time you need to pull yourself together.

Better? Okay, let’s continue.

I am sad to say that I’m not terribly surprised by this. When I studied abroad in Spain back in 2004, I noticed the trend there. Mullets were everywhere. I saw every variation of mullet imaginable — dread-lock mullets, multi-colored mullets, curly, straight, crimped — in those 6 weeks in Barcelona I saw more business-in-front, party-in-back than I ever cared to.

It wasn’t just mullets, either. The entire 80s decade seemed to be back in full force in Spain. My friends and I would go shopping, excited to take advantage of the big summer sales, and walk away from the shops completely mystified by what we’d seen. Leggings. Plastic bangles. Hot colors. Shoulder pads. I even saw — I kid you not — an entire display of those plastic rings that we used to use to tie our oversized T-shirts off to the side. It was . . . unsettling.

Those 80s trends were sneaky, too. You’d be shopping, innocently admiring some unusual-yet-vaguely-familiar thing, trying to decide whether it was cute enough to try on. You’d pick it up, turn it over in your hand once or twice. And then you’d realize where that vaguely familiar feeling was coming from and recoil in shock. You’d seen this exact fashion piece before — in pictures of yourself from 3rd grade. The type of pictures that are so hideous and embarrassing your parents threaten to bring them out on prom night. Immediately upon realizing this, you’d drop whatever hideous 80s trend you were holding, refusing to admit that you everĀ  considered trying it on, and exit the store as quickly as possible.

It was not good. I know I’ve never been a very fashion-forward person, but I do know enough about trends to know that what is trendy in Europe is very likely to make its way over to the states at some point. I sent postcards home to my friends, warning them about the imminent return of the 80s — a decade of fashion that I think we can all agree should never be repeated. But I knew it wouldn’t do any good. I knew it was only a matter of time before the 80s crimped their hideous way back across the Atlantic.

That time, I fear, is upon us. We’ve all seen the direction of the trends lately — leggings, leg warmers, side ponytails. And now, the worst of all things 80s — mullets. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how this could have happened. I thought we were all smarter than that. That we’d learned a thing or two from that horribly ugly decade. That we knew better than to be duped into ever repeating anything as disastrous as mullets.

But apparently I thought wrong. The mullet, it would appear, has returned. And, y’all, it is not pretty.

Smalls Sunday: A Rough Life

You guys, I don’t know if you know this, but Smalls leads a very difficult life. Try as she might, she can never seem to get enough attention, enough treats, or enough play time. You would think her unbelievable cuteness would convince her terribly neglectful parents to show her some love once in awhile, but no. Far too often she has to resort to offering her belly just so she can get some attention, but it’s never nearly as much as she deserves.

Sadly, most of Smalls’s life is spent pouting on the couch, trying to come to terms with the fact that nobody seems to understand just how adorable she is or just how much love and attention she needs.

It’s a rough life she leads, truly.

Do Kaya, Rufus, Bailey, Foxy, and Zapp lead tragically difficult lives, too? Check in with them and find out.

Wednesday-Bensday!

No time to blog . . . busy trying to finish New Moon while still getting to sleep at a not-too-ridiculous hour.

Ben and Tim (and Smalls, too) are bonding in my absence. Although I am next to them on the couch physically, they know that mentally I’m somewhere closer to Seattle, spending much (probably too much) of my time with vampires and werewolves.

You’d better go check in with Kaya, Rufus, Bailey, Foxy, and Zapp. I bet their moms don’t neglect their blogging duties for some silly (but ridiculously addictive) teen lit.

I Scream, You Scream, Your Kids Will Probably Scream

All throughout summer Tim and I get to hear the inviting jingle of and Ice Cream Truck driving through our neighborhood. When we first heard it, we thought, “We have a friendly neighborhood ice cream man! How fun!”

And then one day we actually saw the “friendly neighborhood ice cream man.”

Let’s take a closer look.

Now we think, “We have a friendly neighborhood ex-con pedofile driving a sketchy red van with ‘Ice Cream’ painted on the side — the better to lure the children with! How . . . creepy.”

(Mad props to Tim and his amazing papparazzi skillz.)

The Haps

  • Tim got contacts yesterday. While the loving, caring, good wife side of me is happy that he doesn’t have to wear glasses anymore, the shallow side of me — the side that has always found a man in glasses sexy — is a little sad to see the glasses go.
  • Ben is still kinda stinky.
  • I started reading Twilight on Saturday, and I’ve only begrudgingly put it down long enough to sleep and go to work since. I know everyone and their brother is in love with this series of books, but I guess I was skeptical the story would live up to all the hype. But, y’all, I am addicted to this book. I stay up way too late reading it, then when I finally go to sleep I dream about it, and I spent my entire workday today thinking about how soon I could come home and read some more. Yesterday I picked up the other 3 books in the series because I know I’m going to need to read them immediately upon finishing this one. Also: Edward is hott. The end.
  • We went to Denver to celebrate my brother’s birthday Saturday night. His birthday was last Monday, and we were going to celebrate it last Sunday, but then a certain adorable niece of mine decided she didn’t want to miss the party. I don’t think my brother minded, though, getting a daughter for his birthday. In case you’re wondering, Little Miss Audrey remains absolutely adorable:

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