Manolo says, Leigh, one of the Manolo’s internet friends, has made the most amusing baby-based video…

Fierce!

P.S. Here for your amusement, is the fabulous “Making of the “Put The Sling On ‘Em”” blog post.

Lo, as the Manolo has entered the world of Twitter and Facebook, so has Teeny Manolo! 

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No, none of this is an April Fool’s joke, just desperation, on my part!

You know that you are truly old when you have absolutely no clue as to who is the latest teen heartthrob. Said heartthrob could walk right past you on the street, and you would probably just look at him and think, huh, that kid could use a haircut.

So would be the case with Justin Bieber and me. A while back I did hear about him and some mall pandemonium, but it was a freaking mall, and I thought a bunch of tween girls were maybe just bored and felt like causing some trouble. Turns out that wasn’t necessarily the case, and this extremely fresh-faced (maybe a little too fresh-faced for my comfort, to be honest) young man seems to cause a riot wherever he goes. 

I suppose I should be glad that the youth of today are going after someone at least theoretically obtainable, unlike my best friend and I with our extremely unhealthy obsession with certain members of Duran Duran.  Seeing as how they were in their late twenties and we were all of twelve, I’m wondering how my mother put up with the bajillion posters of them in my room.  Oh wait, that’s right, she just thought I liked their music.  Little did she know that Elizabeth and I spent our school recesses walking around telling ridiculous stories of how Simon Le Bon saw me in the audience from the stage of a concert, invited me backstage, and then decided to marry me.  Of course. We were best friends because she was in love with John Taylor, so we didn’t have to compete against each other for our future husbands.

But I would like to think that I had a bit more sophistication, even back then, than to admire a dude who would wear these shoes without a trace of irony.  And we’re not even going to talk about the hair. Or the watch.

Last week’s poll asked how you felt about animals being kept for human entertainment purposes, and the horrible incident at Sea World Orlando was on my mind.  Thirty six percent of you think that it’s wrong and should be stopped, and forty percent of you felt that it all depends on how the animals are treated. Twenty percent were unsure, and three percent had no issues.  In the past I have had occasional twinges of guilt when visiting places such as Sea World, and to be honest, I hadn’t really thought a whole lot about it.  I’m trying to figure out if beholding the beauty and grandeur of such animals as the killer whale will inspire people to help maintain their natural habitats, but so far it doesn’t seem to be working all that well. 

Today on the Ides of March, a shout-out to one of my homegirls who was asking this question on Facebook.

…you love playing video games as much as your kids. Er, maybe even more.

…you remember having your own Strawberry Shortcake, Hello Kitty, Care Bear, Star Wars and Transformer toys and accessories.

…you reluctantly admit that the current incarnation of the Muppets suck.  And then go on Amazon look for DVD’s of the original Muppet Show.

…you hate Elmo and his hijacking of Sesame Street.

…you will willingly leave your newborn at home to see a U2/Blondie/Cure/B-52′s concert. Ahem.

…you regale your child with the tale of the first time you saw Star Wars, Episode Four.  Except you didn’t realize at the time it was Episode Four.

…you insist that your child watch all of the Charlie Brown specials.

…you still know the lyrics to “I’m Just a Bill” and “Conjunction Junction” by heart.

…you attempt to introduce your child to the genius of The Ramones, The Clash, and Roxy Music.

…every time you see a space shuttle launch, you hold your breath a little until it launches safely.

…you had a hard time explaining to your  child why the death of John Hughes made you sniffle.

…you give an involuntary shudder every time you see neon.

…you see an all black/mohawked/heavy eyeliner and pancake makeup/pierced/Doc Marten-clad teenager and think, “Been there, done that.”

…you studiously avoid naming your children Marsha or Jan.

…You and your kid wear matching Chuck Taylors. (La Petite Acadienne)

OK, what did I miss? Tell me and I’ll include them!

We got some very interesting results on the usage of the top of the refrigerator as storage space from last week’s poll! A total of thirteen percent of you thought it was tacky, although only one percent was judgemental about it. Another fifty six pecent of you thought it was fine, and twenty five percent never really thought about it.

I’m going to be totally honest with you. Until we moved into our new house, I never used that space for storing anything, but I’m forced to here if I want to have certain things handy. I used to think it was tacky, um, and may have even used the term “ghetto” at some point. But I’ve changed my tune and stand corrected. You gotta do what you gotta do, and if that means putting bags of chips on the fridge, then so be it.

Valentine’s Day got a tepid response from most of you, with fifty-four percent of you saying you were just all right with it.   Thirty-six percent think it’s for suckas, and a very enthusiastic eight percent think it’s fantastic.  I personally think it is kind of silly, although I certainly wouldn’t turn down some chocolate if it happened to come my way.

Today I’ve got a question that is admittedly  not your run-of-the-mill poll question, but I was having a debate with a friend of mine, and I NEED TO KNOW.