No VIP? NO Hitman!

Bret Hart is coming to town!

I'm going to MEET Bret Hart!!! Uh ... I mean ... The BOYS are going to MEET Bret Hart!

Or at least I thought we were going to.


One night last week, around 2am when I couldn't sleep, I caught a commercial that pushed thoughts of sleep right out of my head, and replaced those zzzzzz with visions of black leather jackets, aviator shades, and pink leotard.

It was an advertisement for the Maritime Wrestling Expo, featuring WWE Superstar and Hall of Famer, the legendary Bret "Hitman" Hart!


So anyone who's been around the Korner awhile, knows the boys are HUGE WWE fans.

Mama, on the other hand, despite a 15 yr hiatus, is old school, and was a HUGE Bret Hart fan, back in the day.

Yes. I just said, 'back in the day.'

And now that he's buried the hatchet with McMahon, and has been making a comeback on the WWE, he's become a FAMILY favourite.

Oh yeah, this good Canadian girl still has a small thing for Canada's first son of wrestling!

Just a small one ...

Did I mention ... Bret Hart! In MY back yard! WooHoo!


The Promoter for this event is Mainstream Wrestling Entertainment.

It's the organization's 10th anniversary, so to commemorate the event, they have organized a Wrestling Expo which will feature merchandise, matches with worldwide competitors, nostalgia, and of course, the picture and autograph session with Bret Hart, as well as the 'salutation and ceremony' honouring him.


The day after seeing the commercial, I checked out Ticketatlantic.com

Compared the prices, and decided for this particular event, I'd go for the floor seats.

Usually I go for the cheaper lower bowl seats, but I wasn't sure what security was like at this venue, and at the Metro Centre, they won't let the kids down on the floor when the wrestlers are coming in and out, unless you have a seat ON the floor.

So ... for this particular event, a possible 'once in a lifetime' view of Bret Hart. I wanted the floor.

The website divided tickets into VIP (first 5 rows on floor), floor, (row 6 to bowl) and bowl/bench.

I figured for the sake of five rows, I'd save myself a few bucks, and the boys would still have the opportunity to get close enough to the Hitman and the other wrestlers.

At lunchtime, I went to one of the ticket outlets, and got our tickets.

Oh yeah, Baby!!! Happy Dance!!!

Row 6! SIX people!!!!

Seats 6, 7 & 8.

WOOHOO!!!

After I picked up the tickets, I then emailed the guy I met back in May, Armband Dude, who I had purchased the Jeff Hardy Armbands, and Rey Mysterio masks from.

Remember, the guy who let the boys go into the wrestling ring for their birthdays?

I was curious if his organization had anything to do with this expo.

Wasn't long before I got a reply back, letting me know that, 'YUP!' it was HIS show!

At dinner that evening, I had the boys close their eyes, and placed the tickets next to their plates.

They opened.

They saw the word WRESTLING.

They freaked.

They saw the name Bret Hart.

They freaked even more.

Then ... THEN I told them about the autograph session.

The Meet & Greet.

Adam looks at me, and says, 'You mean ... I'm going to be RIGHT next to him, and I can say Hi Bret Hart, my name is Adam!'

I'm not sure which one of us was more excited when I replied, 'YUP!!!'

Now, when I first purchased the tickets, seeing the only difference listed between VIP and the rest of the floor, was that it was the first five rows, I just ASSUMED that the autograph session was included in the 'overall' ticket price.

Imagine my surprise, when later that evening, I'm on the website for Mainstream Wrestling Entertainment and it jumped out at me, NO VIP ticket, no admission into the autograph lineup.

No VIP? No Hitman!

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

You're KIDDING ME!

Don't get me wrong, as much as I'm sure the boys would enjoy any LIVE wrestling match, it was Bret Hart, and the possibility of them being 'that close' to him, that was the reason we were going.

Well DAMN!

Mama screwed up!

BIG TIME!

Now ... how was I going to fix it?

I couldn't bring the tickets back and exchange them for VIP. The vendor wouldn't allow me to do that.

Should I go out and buy three more tickets? And try to sell the regular floor ones I had?

Maybe if I had that kind of extra cash.

Or ...

Or ...

OR ...

If there was ONE person in the world who might be able to swap my tickets for me, it was the promoter!!!!

Suddenly, I could hear my mother in my head.

'Kimberly, you never know unless you ASK! All they can say is NO!'

And so, I asked.

I emailed the guy from Mainstream Wrestling Entertainment, who had given the boys so much fun for their birthday, and I asked.

I asked if he'd be willing to swap my tickets for VIP ones.

I explained how I hadn't realize that the regular floor did NOT include the meet and greet, and now I was going to have a VERY unhappy couple of boys on my hands when I had to tell them the difference.

Before I contacted the promoter, I mentioned my Operation Ticket Swap to a couple of people at the office.

They weren't very optimistic I'd be successful.

I believe one quote was 'He won't do that!'

I had to try.

I have a little boys who asked me 'You mean ... I'm going to be RIGHT next to him, and I can say Hi Bret Hart, my name is Adam!'

To which *I* had replied, 'YUP!'

I asked.

And you know what he said?

'No sweat.'

NO SWEAT!!!!

Oh believe me my friends, this mama was SWEATIN'!!!!!

And so, we did the swap.

Before we met, I wasn't really concerned WHERE our seats would be.

I figured anywhere in the first five rows would be VERY cool!

The whole point of upgrading the tickets was to make sure we got into the Meet & Greet, however, an inevitable seat upgrade in the process would be an added bonus too!

I gave him my tickets, he opened his envelope and asked, 'Do you think the boys are going to mind these seats?'

Later, I asked the boys, 'OK, so would you be really upset if we got to meet Bret Hart, but ended up getting kind of crappy seats instead?'

Adam gave me a full out, 'Yes!'

Alec was trying to be more understanding, but I could see the disappointment already registering on his face.

That's when I pulled out the new tickets, and said,'Sorry, this was the best he could do. But remember, we STILL get to see and MEET Bret Hart ... OK?'

I then handed this to Alec ...

UM ... YEAH ... that's row ONE!!!!!

ONE!!!!

Row one, seats 1,2 & 3!

OH. YEAH. BABY!

(If you're REALLY interested where that is, you can view the Seating Plan.)


I couldn't believe it!

Something in the first five rows, I expected.

Row ONE?

Knocked me flat!


Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU, Devin!!!!!

You came to my rescue and saved the day, and my butt!


AND put it in the FIRST row!

Now, the ONLY thing that might make that day/night any better, is if Mr Bret Hart says YES, when Adam invites him to come out for pizza with us after the show.

Cause ya KNOW he's gonna ask him!

Oh ... and Mr Co-worker, remember ... NEVER doubt a woman when she says she really wants something, and more importantly, the power of asking nicely ;-p

K.

P.S. Due to my latest 'adventure', the Ticketatlantic.com has since updated their info on what's included with the VIP tickets. Yeah. That me. Changing the world, one website at a time! ;-p

'I Have Not One ... Not Two, But ... THREE Surprises!

A few interesting things happened over the past couple of weeks.

However, because I've been living these events, I haven't had much time to write about them :-)

Now, it's time to tell you about a few surprises I had for the boys for their birthdays.

Sooooo ... if you popped by for a quick read, come back later.

We're playing catch-up today!


A few weeks ago, Adam turned ten yrs old. Double digits, people!

It's not often I post close up shots of the boys, but he just looked so damn cute in this one I HAD to share that cuteness (as well as a few others) with the entire world.

He decided he wanted to have a party at the house this year.

A boy/girl dance party.

A-hem.

Oh yes, Mama was there to chaperon!

And I DID join 'em, for one song, until Adam gave me a 'look' that sent me back up to the kitchen again LOL

Around 9:30pm, the girls left, and boys stayed for a sleepover.

The night before the party, I put on my decorating hat and attempted to transfer the (w)rec(ked) room into a Disco Wonderland. Complete with strobe lights, and disco balls.

A little dancing ... sure ... more just running around being goofy with the music on ;-)

Next up, only a few weeks later, was Alec's birthday.

My baby, turned 14!

Hello, my name is Kim, and I am the mother of a full fledged teenager!

Now, along with birthdays, usually come presents.

My kids tend to want many things for their birthday.

I get them to tell me their 'really want', and then depending on the cost of that, they'll get one or two more.

One thing both boys had originally asked for as a birthday present, was a Rey Mysterio (wwe wrestler) mask.

Pic taken from HERE

Yes, I could have ordered these from the WWE website, but each one would have cost me $50, as well as $30+ for shipping to Canada.

Sorry boys, wasn't gonna happen.

What I did instead, was find some dude on Kijiji who was selling Jeff Hardy armbands (@ $7 compared to $15 each), told him I wanted a couple pair for my kids for their birthdays, and then figured I may as well ask him if he knew of anyone who had any masks.

Turned out he runs something called MainStream Wrestling Entertainment, which is currently touring across Canada, and would be coming to town in time for Alec's birthday.

He would have armbands, AND masks (for less than half the price on the website)!

WooHoo!

Unfortunately it would be too late for Adam's birthday, but I knew he wouldn't mind a belated present ;-)

So we made arrangements to meet.

That plan didn't pan out.

At first, I was disappointed, because I thought I might not get the items in time.

Now, looking back, I realize that if things had gone according to plan, the next set of events, and what turned out to be a HUGE surprise for the boys wouldn't have happened.

We made arrangements to meet later in the week.

I took a late lunch, went down to the pub where the show was taking place later that evening and found the Armband Dude.

Perfect. Half the mission accomplished.

Unfortunately, the guy who had the masks hadn't arrived yet.

Damn.

Then, it hit me, it was probably best if I had the boys with me to pick out the masks anyway.

I had a general idea of what they wanted, but hated the thought of getting home and seeing a look of disappointment on their faces if I had chosen something 'uncool' after all.

So, as I looked over to the guys assembling the wrestling ring, an idea began to form ...

The boys would freak if they came down and saw the ring set up, and maybe a wrestler or two!

I told Armband Dude that I'd be back after work, WITH my kids, and I'd let them pick out their own masks.

We wouldn't be staying for the show.

Kids can eat in pubs, but can't stay past a certain hour. 8 pm I think?

When Alec called later that afternoon, I told him to make sure he and his brother were ready to leave the house right away as soon as I got home, because we were going out for a surprise, then we'd grab some dinner afterwards.

Picked them up after work, and didn't tell them where we were going, or why.

Before we left, we sat in the car for a minute, and I said 'I have not one ... not two, but ... THREE surprises!'

And before they could begin with the 'is it a ...' I said 'close your eyes, put out your hands, and you'll get the first one.'

And they did.

As soon as the package hit their fingers, their eyes opened to find, and immediately put on the armbands :-)

Surprise #1 - Success!

Now, instead of telling you immediately about Surprise #2, I'm instead going to skip straight to #3, since it continues with this whole wrestling theme ;-)

So, with armbands in place, we left.

And it was a 20 min drive filled with 'is it a ...' or 'what about a ...' or 'can we x with it?' or 'is it a puppy?'

No, no, no, and NO!

When we finally got there, they still had no idea where we were or why.

But once we got inside, and they saw the wrestling ring, they knew whatever it was, it was going to be something GOOD!

I told them we were there to pick out the masks, and explained that no, we weren't allowed to stay for the show.

We found Armband Dude, and you know what? He was GREAT!

Treated them like little VIPs.

Grabbed one of the show promo posters, and had the wrestlers who were there sign it for them.

Introduced him to some of 'The Boys' who were hanging around, waiting for things to get started.

And then ...

And THEN ...

He gave Adam the ULTIMATE birthday present, by saying 'SURE!' when Adam asked ...

'Can we go in the ring?'

Oh yeah!

The boys, with one of the guys who is supposed to be one of the 'bad' guys.

You want to see a kid LIGHT UP?

No more encouragement required, they were in the zone.

We were there about half an hour or so, hangin' out

After I was finally able to coax them out, they picked out their masks and off we went for a birthday dinner.

But not before even Mama was offered a free ticket, if she wanted to come back later that night for the show ;-)

Mama appreciated, but declined.

And after dinner?

Oh YEAH!

It was ON BABY!

Surprise #3 ... SUCCESS!

OK, so let's backtrack a bit.

Back a couple of hours or so.

Back to when we were sitting in the car, right after the boys finished putting on their new armbands, and I said ...

'Now, this next one, is for Alec, for his birthday, from Frankie Hollywood at 101.3 The Bounce.

But we'll ALL be going to it! He gave us four weekend passes!'

Two mouths dropped.

As far as they were concerned, it didn't matter WHAT it was.

It was four weekend passes, from their favourite station and Mom thought it was 'surprise worthy'.

WooHoo!

Once again, eyes closed, hands out, big grins plastered on two expectant faces.

I dug the tickets out of my purse, put them in their hands and said, 'OK ... open'

Alec was the first to react.

'We're going? I didn't think you were going to get tickets! How did you get tickets?'

I gave him a smile and said, 'Thank Frankie Hollywood.

Adam was still looking at his ticket.

Trying to figure out the acronym of the upcoming event that obviously had his brother so excited.

Finally, he simply looked at me and asked, 'where are we going?'

And before I could say anything, Alec replied ...

... to be continued.

*******************************************

Sorry my friends, that's where we're going to stop for tonight.

This post has taken on a life of it's own, and the Surprise #2 event really deserves an entry all to itself.

Not only do you find out how we spent Alec's birthday weekend, but you'll also hear about how we became stranded, un-stranded, stranded again, rescued a couple of times, and ... the story behind 'Mama's New Ride!'

Oh yeah, you'll want to come back to hear all about THAT ONE!

And how during one breakdown, I had three boys waiting at the house for dinner, before heading out to the first weekend event, and I'm in the Pizza Hut parking lot, with a large meat lovers on my passenger seat.

And CAN'T. GO. ANYWHERE.

Yeah.

Welcome to my world, people. Welcome to my world lol.

K

WWE Rocked Halifax!

Last year, I took the boys to a neighbouring province to see the WWE wrestlers, for Wrestlemania Revenge.

It was a GREAT three hour show.

Last weekend at this time, the WWE boys were here in Halifax.

Oh yeah. We went to the show!

Not everyone who was rumoured to be there was there, so that was a bit disappointing. And the fact Batista wasn't there ... THAT was disappointing.

And it was only a two hour show.

But, there were a few 'headliner' matches, and we had AWESOME seats, so we were happy.



Unfortunately, we missed most of the first match, while trying to get into the parkade across the street, then trying to find our seats.

Since we missed most of that one ... no pics of Evan Bourne :-(

Not sure who these guys were. Primo, maybe?

Started to get into the show when Santino Marella came out.

I like Santino. He's funny!

No idea who the guy in the black speedo is though.

The Miz - Or as I call him The Mouth!

Jack Swagger

Kofi Kingston. I like him too! LOTS of energy!

The Divas.

I think that's Alicia Fox in blue.

Can't remember who the other girl is. Sorry.

I'm ashamed to say, in this day and age, there were STILL idiots in the crowd loudly chanting, 'Take it OFF! Take it OFF! Take it OFF!'

I'd like to apologize to these women, for the Dirtbags of my city.

I don't believe I heard any 'Take it OFF' when any of the GUYS were out there, Folks!

And they are Wrestlers, NOT Strippers!

Then, out came Legacy's Ted Dibiase Jr & Cody Rhodes - Sons of Hall of Fame Superstars, Dusty Rhodes, and The Million Dollar Man - Ted Dibiase.

These guys 'play' huge JERKS! Yes Boys! You know you do!

MVP

... and his partner in the tag team match, Mark Henry. 'The World's Strongest Athlete'. Interestingly enough, this guy was actually an Olympic athlete before he got into the Wrestling Biz.

Then the last match of the night - Randy Orton vs John Cena. WOOHOO!

First, Randy came out.

Then John

He was ready to GO!

Unfortunately, Randy had the upper hand most of the match :-(

But the Good Guys prevailed in the end ;-)

Some random couple in the audience.

He gave Cena a letter before the show, asking if he could propose to his girlfriend at the end of the night. Cena said 'sure' and called them up.

This is right after she said 'YES!'.

Although, in my opinion, last year's show was better, it was a still a good night overall.

WWE Rocked Halifax!

Boys had a good time. They walked away with a couple of new Cena shirts, great memories, and big smiles :-)

Now, don't wait another five years before you come back, WWE Boys & Divas!

And next time, we want The ANIMAL!

And UNDERTAKER!

And Triple H, Big Show, Mickie James, one or both of the Hardy Boyz, and that little cutie, Shane McMahon.

And a 3hr show, please. There is EASILY three hours worth of talent on the roster. Halifax loved you! USE IT!

Thanks much!

K.

Oh We SummerSlammed! But Bill Got The Last Laugh! Or DID He?

So, I mentioned in my previous post, that the boys had been anticipating the new WWE wrestling Pay-Per-View, SummerSlam.

Unfortunately, we were scheduled to be hit with Hurricane Bill on the same day as the show.

Sunday came.

We waited ... and waited ... and waited.

For the 'Hurricane that wasn't'.

Oh it rained. Hard. And it was windy. Peggy's Cove and local beaches reported HUGE waves and surges.

But we suffered NOTHING like what Hurricane Juan brought us back in 2003.

Which is a good thing. I'm not complaining!


So, with my purse filled with snacks and Kool-Aid Jammers, off we went to the show (and STILL bought popcorn!).

The THREE HOUR show!

You know you really love your kids, when you find yourself sitting through three hours of wrestling.

Oh yeah, we SummerSlammed. And the boys loved it.

But Bill ended up getting the last laugh on us.

Or did he?



We got to the theatre in plenty of time for great seats. Bonus.

The show started, men went flying, and so it went, match after match after match.

Until the final match. The BIG FINALE.

The event we'd waited three hours to see.

The Tables, Ladders and Chairs Match. Or, better known among the Wrestlemanics as the TLC match.

Jeff Hardy vs CM Punk for 'The World Heavyweight Title'


Back and forth they went. Up ladders, landing on ladders, through tables, denting chairs.

Then, after Jeff had slammed CM Punk through the nearest table (again), and you sensed the final moments approaching, the excitement building, it happened ....

The winds from Hurricane Bill knocked out the satellite signal to Empire Theatres.

Five minutes (or so) left in the FINAL match, a title match, and ... poof. Gone. Over.

The theatre was left staring at the blue satellite screen of death.


I'm sure the collective groan heard through the theatre, could be heard through the entire cineplex.

Then the catcalls started, the throwing of popcorn, the general feel of 'natives getting restless'.

Around us, we could hear the grumblings of 'refund' and other strings of colourful expressions that made me want to yell 'People! Kids in the house!!!'.

But we sat there, silently, waiting to see what would happen next.

A couple of minutes into the 'technical difficulties', one of the theatre personnel walked in and started to apologize.

There was nothing they could do. It was due to the storm. The show would not be continuing.

Nobody wanted apologies. They wanted to see Jeff Hardy slam CM Punk's butt through a table!

The low rumblings started once again.

I'd had enough. It was late. Night was over. Show was over. If they were compensating in any way, I wanted to find out BEFORE I left.

So, of course, me being me, and at the sake of embarrassing my kids, I yelled from the back row ...

'Since we missed the end of the LAST match, does that mean we'll be getting a refund?'

WHAT? Everyone was thinking it!

All they could do was say 'No', and we'd be on our way.

You never know unless you ask. Right?


All eyes turned to Theatre Dude.

To which the he replied, 'I'll have to go and get the manager.'


The manager was back in a minute or so, with more apologies, but even better ... he (or maybe it was a she, a few people showed up) offered TWO free tickets to everyone.

They are valid until 2011, and can be used for ANY event. Regular movie or Pay-Per-Views.

They also threw in a couple of $3 off coupons for treats.

It wasn't THEIR fault Bill decided to end the match early. And we HAD seen everything up to these final few minutes.

So that was pretty cool of them. Thank You Empire Theatres


Sure, Bill may have cut the show short, and had a good chuckle to himself over that.

But, as soon as we got home, the boys were able to check online to find out who won that final match.

And even better, they now have their 'free tickets' to Wrestlemania XVI and any other WWE Pay-Per-View event they want to attend next summer.

So, I think WE had the last laugh, Bill.

All the way home from the theatre.

K.

SummerSlam? Or Just Plain Slammed?

SummerSlam is a Pay-Per-View event on WWE.

Pic taken from HERE

I don't subscribe to each one of these (almost monthly) events. They cost 'extra' money I don't always have.

However, a few months ago, we did attend one at Empire Theatres. The boys LOVED it on the big screen.

When they started announcing SummerSlam on Smackdown and RAW, over a month ago, the boys asked if we could go to the theatre again.

I told them, 'Sure! As long as you save your allowance for the three weeks beforehand, and pay for your own tickets.'

And they did.

I couldn't believe it.

They both wanted to see SummerSlam, to the point they were willing to give up three weeks worth of treats piece of crap toy movies cash for the tickets.

Not only was I amazed, but also impressed.

Empire Theatres, Sunday night, 9pm. That was the plan.

Until Hurricane Bill decided to join us here in Nova Scotia. He's scheduled to move in Sunday evening.

At the moment, as a Cat 2.

In Sept 2003, we were hit with Hurricane Juan.

It wasn't pretty.

Pic taken from Here

Pic taken from HERE

Juan was said to have swept through Nova Scotia and PEI as a 'high 1 - low 2'

It's on everybody's mind and lips. The coming 'storm'.

People are making preparations. Just in case.

We remember Juan all too well.

Both at the day camp this afternoon, and the ball field this evening, the same words were being carried on the wind, over the crowd - 'expecting high 2 - low 3 ...'

Yeah.

If that's what we get, it's NOT going to be pretty. Again.

I've been following it on Stormpulse.

This was Bill this morning.

This is Bill 12 hrs later.

Halifax is up there on the right. Feel free to enlarge.

Now, the plan is, wait for the forecast.

If Bill is downgraded to a tropical storm or less, we'll probably attempt SummerSlam.

If Sunday's warning contains the word 'Hurricane' ... we stay home and get slammed by wind, rain, and fear of the past.

So ... what's it going to be Mother Nature? Huh? SummerSlam, or just plain Slammed?

K

Now What The Heck Can I Say To THAT?

When one of the WWE Wrestlers enters the ring, there is a 'theme song', pyrotechnics, screaming fans and depending on who is making the entrance, total chaos.

After working the crowd from centre stage, they make their way down - what the boys & I call - The Ramp.

See below during the entrance of Jeff Hardy. One of the 'house favourites' here in the Korner ;-)

After Jeff does his entrance dance, fireworks explode, down the ramp he goes and into the ring.



As I've mentioned in previous posts, Adam is my little system engineer.

As I've also mentioned in another post, Adam LOVES anything WWE.



When left to his own devices and 15 minutes alone in the backyard, THIS is what he came up with last weekend.

I looked out the kitchen window, and just ... stared.

Now what the heck can I say to THAT?

A 'ramp' leading to his 'ring'.

Note the trampoline in distant background. Yeah. That's the RING in case ya didn't know.

It starts from the end of the deck.

Those pieces of block wood on either side of the wide 'ramp' pieces ... uh-huh ... careful around those, THAT'S where the PYRO shoots from!

He originally had the ladder turned the other way, so he could climb OVER it.

He didn't win that argument.

The ring ramp has since been dismantled ... and turned into a bike ramp/jump.

I'm really starting to wonder what he can do, if I set him loose with a hammer in my (w)rec(ked) room!

K.

As a side note - No, I don't want to get into the fact the trampoline doesn't have a net around it. It should have had a net around it when their dad dropped it off on my back yard about 3yrs ago.

That's a whole other post.

That red tape around parts of it is NOT to hold it together, it's where their 'WWE Signs' were once hanging lol.

And no, they don't jump onto it from the top of the play set.

Anymore.

They tried it once. Trampoline was taken apart.

It's All About The Babes & Boobs

I'm an only child (explains alot doesn't it!).

I never knew what it was like to live with little boys, until my own came along.

The closest thing I have to a brother, is my cousin Stephen. He is also an only child, a year older than me, and lived only 45 minutes away.

Boys are still a mystery to me most days.

The things that make them tick.

Or don't.

From the time they were very young, one thing about the boys was apparent...

They dug girls.

I find it interesting to see what kind of girls they find attractive.

On TV.

In real life.

A few weeks ago, Adam asked me to show him how to change his background on the computer.

I said sure and walked him through the steps.

Once confident he understood, I left him to google the WWE Wrestler images.

A few minutes later, he calls out "MOM! Come see my new background! It's REALLY cool!"

I came downstairs expecting to find John Cena, Batista, or Jeff Hardy filling the screen.

Instead, I saw this.

Maria.

Pic courtesy of Freewebs.com

Oh yeah, she's a wrestler alright. One of the Wrestling Diva's.

And that's what he'd googled "wwe maria"

It may have been an innocent google, but I wasn't about to have her splashed across my 9yr old's computer screen ... like THAT!

Period.

Without trying to make too big a deal of it, I simply said, "Uh ... Hon ... new rule ... you can pick a Diva, but ... she has to have CLOTHES ON!!!!"

"But she HAS clothes on!"

I simply shook my head and said "More clothes than that."

This time I left him grumbling.

They know there's no argument when it comes to computer use.

Nothing inappropriate. I must have all passwords. I will check history. No talking to strangers. Blah Blah Blah.

They will lose computer time for any and all offenses, so he knew this was a no win, as it clearly fell under "Nothing Inappropriate".

A few minutes later, I hear, "MOM! I chose a new one!" And she's wearing clothes!"

Sigh. I can't believe that just came out of my kid's mouth.

I walked over to the computer, to find this ... another Maria.

Pic courtesy of The Sun

"Doesn't she look pretty Mom! And look! She has a sucker!"

Sigh.

I'd like to think that's just his innocence talking.

I'd really really really like to hold onto that, just awhile longer.

But alas, I know the truth.

It's all about the Babes and Boobs.

The background has once again been changed.

He chose a WWE Dude.

With clothes.

K.