Sports kids moms and dads finale was uneventful. Trenton’s mom is pregnant. Is it just me or did it ick everyone out when they kept referring to the baby as a “he” first of all and then were talking about how it would be great if “he” were a quarterback so Trenton could have someone to throw to him? Ew. I know they love their children but it still was weird. I want to deprogram the wife too. She’s all glazed over Katie Holmes style talking about “I love my pizza deliverin’ husband.” Bryce excelling after he gets a French MALE coach is just too easy. Hello? Duh. Sarah winning cheerleader of the world or whatever was sweet because she’s just a darling little girl but sort of icky because she still has that mom. Where is the Dad? They never show the mom and dad interacting at all. I am also very glad that Sarah’s biggest competition, Nicolette, is not my child. That girl was moving and giving looks like a slutty 25 year old. What was she? 8?

Claire introduced me to Sebastian Potion 9 and I’m in love with it. It really has changed the texture of my hair. I have naturally really curly hair believe or not. I usually blow dry it or throw it into a haphazard bun because wearing it curly is such a chore. Enter Sebastian Potion 9. Suddenly I had perfect cascading curls. That lasted about 32 minutes and then I felt I looked like Roseanne Roseannadanna but that’s just because I have enough hair to make 3 or four full wigs plus I was hanging with the kids. You can’t continue to have good hair and be with them. But I’ll for sure rock my new curls next time I go out. And I mean, OUT out, not to Red Robin. The funny thing about the product is the blurb that is on the packaging. It says:
What You Wear Begins With Your Hair™

What's on your body...the most comfortable thing you own.  What's in your hair...Potion 9 wearable treatment.  It makes your hair comfortable, lived in.  Stylish.  The only wearable treatment with nine ingredients to help repair damaged hair while building in style.  Anytime.  Anywhere.  Anybody.  Pure magic.

Um, what the fuck does that mean?

The whole hair product thing reminded me of Jonathan Product and how Erin D bought some of the shampoo and conditioner and I know Em K. wants to buy some Dirt. We’ll see what the verdict is. I don’t know if I want to put more money in that douchebag’s pocket. He is a total piece of work, as my dad would say. I’m floored he has gotten as far as he has being that dumb. It amazes me. The show is hysterical though and I squeal with delight when it comes on. I don’t see the attraction to him though. He probably smells really good and I like his “look” as far as clothes but I think he’s a little cross eyed and there is something very pit bull about his face. Plus, being that dumb doesn’t really make him any different than any other sandwich artist at Subway.

Speaking of product, I read this about Creme de La Mer and I’m officially over it. I think. Ask me tomorrow. My obsessions ebb and flow. My Louis Vuitton is constant but maybe that’s just because of the chase. Who knows. I started carrying my old chocolate brown Coach hobo bag and that’s working for me today.

Tonight we went to a concert in the park with the kiddos. It was an 80s cover band called Beat Nervosa and I had a hard time looking at them for too long. I get embarrassed for other people really easily. And you know they use words like “gig” and “wild crowd”. The lead singer kept falling into a british accent. Stop. Doing. That.

Finn crawled for about 14 miles all over the damn park and Hadley shook her bum to everything. She met up with the equivalent of the Heathers at her school and was soon hanging in their clique. This is so wild to me. Girls start YOUNG. That’s going to be a long road if you start out cliquey at 3. Me, Em, Bec and Claire were total Heathers in high school. A fact I’m not proud of now but at the time I thought I was pretty funny making girls cry.

We sat with the Densmore clan, which is always fun. We’re big fans of them and their brood of two, soon to be three.

At one point I had major flashbacks to college when you go to those outdoor music festival type of things. You’re barefoot, sunburned, high, drunk, tired and dumb and for the majority of the time you’re stumbling around trying to remember where everyone is sitting. Tonight of course I was dead sober with a slobbering baby on my hip but smiled nonetheless remembering the “good old days”. I also noticed a lot of moms wearing WILDLY inappropriate outfits. What is that? Do they just not know? Probably. There was lots of tight lycra and oozing flesh. Eeek. And I mean it when I say women need to wake up and get better bras. Didn’t anyone see that Oprah? They’re not supposed to be around your waist, DeeDee. And don’t go dancing knocking those flesh blobs all over the place, Karen. There are children here. You could give someone a black eye.

I pick up Bec and Henry tomorrow morning at the airport! Yeah! I’m so excited. Must get wine.