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May 2009

Prom-A-Palooza!!!

by Mary Anne on May 14, 2009

Hell yeah!   It’s Prom-A-Palooza y’all!

Now, before we start this, I’m going to issue a disclaimer:

“TSM is not in any way responsible for any uncontrollable desires you may have to listen to Journey, Lionel Richie, Def Leppard (my personal fave) or even Air Supply upon your reading of this post.   You waive all claims against TSM should you find your self doing any type of step together, step together, white man’s overbite dancing.  TSM cannot be held accountable for any food or coffee spit on your screen upon the viewing of these pictures.    In fact, I refuse to be held liable for anything…and I don’t want to speak of this tackiness ever again, mkay?”

You agree?   Okay, let’s carry on, shall we?

Welcome to the height of fashion in 1983….Prom Night!

Before we go there, you should know the back story.    I had a date.   Not the date you are about to see below, but a different boy who asked me months in advance of the prom.   The pink fluffy dress had been purchased, the countdown had begun.   And then, a few weeks before prom, he dumped me.   By dumped me, I mean he avoided me like the plague (remember this…it’s foreshadowing for another event down the road) and when I finally asked him what was wrong, he said this:

“I can’t go to prom with you.   I forgot I already asked someone else.”

Oh, yes. He did.    I thought that kind of thing only happened in John Hughes movies but I was wrong.    After endless teenage screaming and hysterics, one of my buddies conviced the guy who ended up taking me, Ben, to ask me so I wouldn’t be scarred for the rest of my life.     Also, you should know I was totally lying in my previous post…there was no drinking, there was no groping, this guy was beyond wholesome.   No really, I’m being serious.

So without further adieu, welcome to Prom Night!

prom-cardA Day That Will Live In Infamy…

prom-meThat’s me, in all my glory.  I have no idea what is going on with the face I’m pulling.   Either the sun was in my eyes or I was constipated…couldn’t tell ya.

prom-me-and-ben-at-homeThat’s Ben.  Cute, huh?   That was my parents house, forver frozen in time in 1972 or so.  Check out the elegant bronze elephant in the background, we were all fancy and stuff. What you can’t see is my mother in the background crying and praying on her rosary that her baby girl would not come home “a woman”.   No worries, I made it home in tact, much to my chagrin, around 2:00 am.

prom-pic1Ah…the formal pic.  You had to pose a certain way so everyone could see your beautiful corsage.  In my case…PINK CARNATIONS.  Again, I’m all classy and stuff.   Check out the buoyancy on that ruffle though…there was some industrial strength glue involved in the holding up of that business.

prom-susan1This was my friend Susan.   I was so jealous of her because she got to wear spaghetti straps.   My Mom wouldn’t let me have bare shoulders because it might have led to impure thoughts…my shoulders were JUST THAT SEXY.   What Mom failed to realize is that years later, the pink abomination I was wearing might lead to hysterical blindness.

prom-tanyaYou know what two things you can’t get enough of?   Pink and ruffles…that’s what.

prom-kellyAlso, you know what is funny?  Putting  lei around your neck and yelling, “Look, I just got laid!” when in fact, you had not…

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Shamefully, I just have no idea what this girl’s name is.  However, I found this picture and just could not resist for two reasons.  First, check out those bad ass ruffles on the guy.  Secondly, the look on his face.  He’s all…”Ooooo girl, you lookin’ FINE!!!”   Which yes, she did look fine, certainly finer than me.  I’m fairly certain I hated her on some level for her cuteness even though I specifically remember her being incredibly sweet and nice as well.   *Sigh*

(Update:  A couple of you were kind enough to thump me upside the head and remind me her name was Bronwyn, which the minute I heard that, I was all, “Of course she is Bronwyn!!”  I think I was just blinded by her total cuteness…sort of a deer in the headlights effect….thanks for straightening me out friends of 1983!)

So there you have it, a brief pictoral history of how one girl in 1983 so totally loved Pepto Bismol, she tried to masquerade as a bottle of it at the most important night of her young life.

Now…back to the foreshadowing above.   While Ben and I were not an item before the prom, we kissed and I fell head over heels in love.   (Man, I did that a lot as a teenager….)    We dated for several months after and I thought this was the stuff of “Happily Ever After”.   How lucky was I to find my one true love at the tender age of 17?   We would tell our children stories of prom night and how we kissed under the glow of a disco ball while slow dancing to “Total Eclipse of the Heart”.   We would look at them as teenagers and compare our prom pictures to see who they most looked like at the same age.  It would all be great fun.

Except.

He dumped me.

Or rather, his mother dumped me.   At some point he got sick of me and I just could not take a hint at that age.   I called and called and called…and never got a return call.   Most girls would realize something was wrong.

Not me.

So finally, I called him one last time only to speak to his really lovely mother one more time.   She politely informed me Ben was not home.    I explained to her (you know, because she didn’t know after hearing from me so many times…) that I had left multiple messages only to never receive a return call.    After a heavy sigh (because I’m pretty sure she didn’t want any part of this mess…) she said, “Well dear, if you aren’t hearing back from him, maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to talk to you anymore.”

Holy shit.   The revelation.

So needless to say, that was the last phone call I made.   And I am eternally thankful to that woman for kindly telling me to stop making an ass of myself in such a gentle manner.

That doesn’t mean I can’t share this one last picture.   Enjoy Ben, in full make-up, at the annual Powder Puff football game where the girls played football and the boys either dressed up like cheerleaders or were drill team, like I was.

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Yeah, I pretty much ALWAYS get the last word…even if it’s 26 years later.

PS:   Here’s the deal…if you want to play along, leave some pictures on your site.  Leave me and Jen at Blissfully Caffeinated a comment or shoot us an email and let us know you are in.   PLEASE NOTE: If you leave a comment with a link, you will get filtered into spam.    At the end of your comment, just give me a shout out that your are in and I’ll go find it.   I will post your link below this post as fast as I can but it may take a few hours.    I will also not post again until Tuesday to ensure you get maximum viewage on your awesomeness!

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When Bad Fashion Happens To Good People

by Mary Anne on May 13, 2009

I give up.  That last post I was trying to do when WP turned on me?   I give up…dammit it was cute too but I don’t have time to re-write the whole thing and apparently WP has some very serious issues with cut and paste as well as some type of deep hatred for Microsoft Word transfers.    I think it should seek counseling to get along with other programs…but that’s just me.

So in three easy points, here is what I was going to share with you…

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1.)   I have no shame.  This is how stupid I looked for Jen Lancasters Pretty in Plaid book signing.  Hey she asked every one to dress up…my status as a professional grade stalker would have slipped had I not followed orders.   Also, you should know a 20 year old tried to pick me up at the 7-11 while I was wearing this.   He was wearing a pink shirt, skinny black tie and VANS.   ‘Nuff said.

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2.)  This is my long lost friend, Cheryl.   We had not seen each other in 17 years and ended up reconnecting on facebook recently.   She took my demands about all y’all reading Jen’s books pretty seriously, bought all three and discovered her inner Jen as well.   It was beyond amazing to see her, an entire lifetime happened since we last connected and we won’t be letting that happen again!   Also, you should know that crispy curly hair in the background is not mine.  It somehow made it’s way into the picture.   Had I thought to crimp my hair, I probably would have.  I am forever thankful that thought did not occur to me.

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3.)  The book signing was a total blast.   The funniest part was when the Barnes and Noble person tried to rush Jen off to auto-graphs after she read a chapter from her book to us.    Jen was really not going to have any of that and politely informed the woman that if we had questions, she was going to answer them.   She rocks…truly.   And I’m pretty sure judging from the scene there that she approximately 300 best friends in Dallas.

Also shout out to Bobbi from Bobbi in La La Land who I had the pleasure of meeting.  Have y’all read her blog?  She is funny and adorable!     She came up and introduced herself after her sister, Connie from The Young and The Relentless told her I was there and described what I was wearing after I posted a picture on twitter.   Based on the picture above, I’m sure you can agree that I was easy to find.

Now if you will excuse me, I’m off to spread my particular brand of charm mayhem around the greater Atlanta area.   Be sure to email me to let me know when you have your Prom-a-Palooza pics up and ready to go.  I’ll be updating the links throughout the day on Friday and will leave it up through the weekend and Monday so everyone has a chance to visit your site and marvel at your high school awesomeness!

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Shortest Post You Will Ever Read From Me!

by Mary Anne on May 12, 2009

I’ve recently upgraded my WP program…and I don’t know how to work it.   Actually, I think it may even be mocking me at this point but perhaps that is just my paranoia.

So my reasons for not posting are not laziness, disinterest, lack of topic…nope…plain and simple stupidity.

Back soon after I figure this out.

Prom-a-Palooza is still on for Friday come hell or high water so get your pictures ready!!!!    Be sure to email me to let me know you have posted and I will get your link live as quickly as I can on Friday.

xoxo,
TSM

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Party Like It’s…1983?

by Mary Anne on May 7, 2009

Oh My God! Like….TOTALLY! This is gonna be soooo bitchin’!

My dear friend Jen over at Blissfully Caffeinated and I have come up with such a totally rad idea y’all! Prom-a-palooza is on the horizon! Break out the chiffon, dust off your ruffled tux shirt, sing Journey at the top of your lungs. (or, if you aren’t as old as me, just post your pics of you looking all hawt and stuff and pretend you don’t mind hanging with a dinosaur like me…) Next Friday, we hope you will join us in remembering the cheesiest of your high school memories.

The magic, the lights, the malt liquor (oops wait, maybe that was just me…) the groping in the back seat (Good Lord, I need to stop talking), the drama of it all, PROM NIGHT!

Just to get you in the mood, here are a few pictures of me from 1984, the year after I debuted the most perfect Pepto Bismol pink dress in the history of EVER.

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Drinking in a Holiday Inn in Galveston, Texas weeks after deciding that what I really needed in life was hair like Belinda Carlisle from The Go-Go’s. Classy.

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Also, I thought I was a super-model which makes me DELUSIONAL.

Trust me, you will be treated to far larger hair in the prom pics so I hope you will join Jen from Blissfully Caffienated and I on this little journey.

Here’s the deal, next Friday, let us know you have posted. If you feel so inclined link back to us. We will in turn link back to you to create a fashion frenzy the likes of which have not been seen since, well, in my case 1983 or so.

So what do you say, you in? Come on, you know you want to….

Another thing you should know…Jen was actually potty training while I was at prom. Just goes to show you, silliness transcends generations.

…and so does taffeta.

PS: One of my VERY funny friends is part of a new site that just launched…The Mouthy Housewives. (Don’t even try to ask me who, I’m not going to tell you because having a secret makes me way cooler.) Try not to think of it as another blog, think of it as Dear Abby meets the Mother Of All Snark. Give it a try, ask The Mouthy Housewives a question…just don’t blame me if the answer they give you gets you into a molotav cocktail war with your neighbor…or arrested. Whatever. Just go check it out, ask a question…and don’t blame me for the answer you get back.

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Dr. Laura? Give Me A Break.

by Mary Anne on May 4, 2009

Warning: I’m about to GO OFF.

Dr. Laura, already an unpopular topic in the Stiletto House is out with a new book. “In Praise Of Stay At Home Moms”. Also, as a “special” gift to us all, she is allowing everyone to pay money to see her movie on May 5th and 6th. We will be treated to what I am sure will be heart warming stories of people paying tribute to their Mom which is a nice thing. We will also, however, be treated to her endless judgement of people who do not have the same choices in life she has….mainly the choice of whether or not to be a Stay at Home Mom.

I am not a fan.

Now before we go any further, let’s be clear. I love Stay at Home Moms, I was one for four years with Miss G, our second child. I know how hard it is. Many of my closest friends are Stay at Home Moms. I remember the endless days of thankless labor, laundry and conversations with someone who was only two feet tall and more demanding than the worst boss I ever worked for. I get it. Also? I miss it sometimes. I miss the mid-day play-dates and subsequent naps where I watched them sleep, I miss the little arts and crafts, I miss teaching them things, I miss….all of it. I would be lying if I told you I missed the sleepless nights, the tantrums and endless cleaning but that was part of the bigger picture and I understood that.

However, when my son was born, I had a really amazing job with great perks and a generous salary. To leave that job would have been financial suicide so The Man and I made a decision. One of us needed to stay home and the most logical choice at that point was him. It wasn’t an easy choice for either of us, I missed most of my son’s milestones and he gave up his career. But I was providing for our family and in turn, my husband was raising our son and we both knew this was the best answer for us and our future.

Dr. Laura, however, does not agree. A quote from her interview with the Wall Street Journal:

WSJ: Where do stay-at-home dads fit into the picture?

Dr. Schlessinger: I recommend that during the first three years, the mom should be at home because all of the research shows that the person whose body you come out of and whose breast you suck at, at that stage, really needs to be the mom — unless she’s incompetent, irrelevant and immaterial. After that, flip a coin.

Listen, there is something you should know about my breasts. They are REAL and they are FANTASTIC (well perky, supple, adequate…whatever…I’ve been waiting almost a year to throw that line out) but I’m pretty sure they aren’t the magical boobies that will render perfectly balanced children.

And also, flip a coin? Really? What about when that child is in fourth grade and starting to change into a tween with the insecurities that go with it? Is that less important? What about when the same kid is in junior high and getting exposed to things that make me shudder at the very thought? Do you flip a coin then? Did she? Because I’ve heard stories about her son that if we found ourselves in a similar situation The Man would straighten his business out with immediate haste. I’m just not even going to touch “incompetent, irrelevant and immaterial” because she has clearly gone off her rocker.

Here’s the thing. Dr. Laura discounts the role of the family as whole in my book. Some families cannot afford for one parent to stay at home. Both parents have to work to keep the ship afloat. Others, like mine, have the fortunate ability to make the choice to have one parent stay at home…in this case my husband. Decisions have to be made for the greater good of the family in the long run and that is exactly what we did.

For her to discount my husbands ability to love our children and raise them as well as I could is quite frankly an insult to both of us. I’ll go out on a limb here and say that perhaps he is the better choice of the two of us because when I was at home, I had a pretty active social life that included going out for lunches, bunco, PTA….all the things that women need to remain sane. It is, to be sure, a thankless job most days and outlets for Moms are not only needed, but necessary. He, however, is one of a very few stay at home Dads in our neighborhood and as such, he doesn’t have a whole lot to distract him during the day which means 100% of his focus goes on the kids and our home. That’s a little tough for me to beat.

Dr. Laura goes on to recount how she would get up, get her son ready for school and then head in to do her radio show. She could even make it home in time to greet her son as he returned from school and then tend to all her motherly duties of the remainder of the evening.

That’s really great and all but Dr. Laura? People pay you millions of dollars a year to shoot your mouth off and speak your mind for a few hours a day. My employers always kind of expected me to show up and give a full days work and for a whole lot less money. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say 99.9% of the population doesn’t get paid what you do to espouse your views, no matter how misguided I think they are, of reality to the American public.

My son, who I might add once again, was raised the first two and half years by my husband, is one of the most caring, sweet, loving human beings you will ever meet. I credit a lot of that to The Man. He taught him respect, hugged him constantly, did “guy” things with him. He’s a great kid and my husband deserves a ton of praise for that. There is truly something to be said for Stay At Home Dads and the fact that they are every bit as capable to be the backbone of the family. I know my husband is.

Here’s the thing, we are all in this together…this bringing up of the next generation. However you choose to do it is your choice. We all want our kids to have a better life than we did, how we get there is up to us and it’s not an easy decision. Whatever choice you make to raise your kids? I support you. Bring them up as best you can and damn anyone who judges you along the way.

Dr. Laura? You feed a bunch of guilt to a whole lot of women who believe you because of your stature and presence in the media. You make a lot of women question themselves and their situations. Women who are just trying to survive on what is surely not a seven figure annual paycheck like you enjoy.

Shame on you.

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