Boom boom clap, boom de clap de clap

That's right, peeps, I'm doing the Hannah Montana hoe down. Get on your boots, click on track 62 and let's pop-it, lock-it, polka-dot it!

Why, you ask?

Because I finally saw the Hannah Montana movie.

Why, you ask?

Because my hub is finally out of town. 

And that folks, is the reason my stress level was elevated to an orange alert last week.  I wasn't just trying to get my hub on a plane, I was also trying to get my son on the plane with him, which meant my son had to finish all of his school assignments early, (including his 50 page fully illustrated autobiography.)

After the 50 page fully illustrated autobiography was handed in, I turned my attention to my hub, who was packing for his father/son trip. This is the photographic evidence:


It's an age old argument around here. I say all you need is lub and he says all you need is a basketball, a baseball mitt and a couple of tennis rackets.

I put my hands on my hips and said, "And what, pray tell, do you plan on wearing when you use this basketball, baseball mitt and tennis rackets?" 

He put his hands on his hips too and replied, "The same thing you plan on wearing when you fill the suitcase with lub," he smiled.

What a silly goose!

I'm not going to tell you where he and my son are because I don't want you to show up at their hotel and ask for autographs, but I will say they've been to two Padre games already and caught 4 balls at batting practice--one of which came straight from Derek Lee.

Whoop dee doo da!

Now that they're gone, the rest of the fam are hopping on the ParTaY train!  Our first stop was Hannah Montana. I give the movie a thumbs up.

Seriously, it's got something for everyone-- outrageous physical comedy, culturally diverse hoe downs and tons of roosters. If you are a ten-year-old boy from Laie, this movie is your rooster heaven.

Despite the sub-par acting, it made us laugh (out loud during the Marx brothers-esque revolving door scene) and it made us cry (poor Miley had major hat head after she took off her wig at the concert) and best of all it made us tap our feet to the fun soundtrack (so sad Miley didn't collaborate with Kara on that American Idol finale song about mountains).

Who can resist a movie about the great identity crisis we all face as we struggle to strike a balance between holding onto our dreams and holding onto our relationships.

And who can resist a movie about breaking out of your cocoon and learning how to fly (with a sweetie-pie cowboy butterfly).

This movie reminded me that EVERYONE is an undiscovered super star.  It was almost as inspiring as sunday school.

So while I was watching  the movie and tapping and laughing and crying and thinking shallow thoughts about cowboys and deep thoughts about butterflies one person came to mind:

Melanie J.  @ Write Stuff

Melanie J.  just received the exciting news that her dream is coming true. Her first novel has been accepted for publication by a big time publisher! WAAAAAHOOOOOOOO!

HIGH FIVE MELANIE J.  I knew you when. And even though you support Yo Gabba Gabba, I am soooooooooooooooooooooo PROUD of you.

I just LOVE it when people tap into their inner rock star and SHINE!

So places,please! In honor of Melanie J. we shall now commence to boom boom clap, boom de clap de clap! (before track 62 ends!)

If it's already over then listen to track 63, light a candle and think about Melanie J. climbing a perilously steep mountain. 

(Save us a spot at the top Mel J.  We're still climbing. )

Hey, let's all crash her blog and scream some Barry Manilow Looks Like You Made It at the top of our lungs.