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Hold On To Your Jello Pudding Pops. We’re Stepping Back In Time!


Watching Scooby-Doo and the gang with your kids. What could be more nostalgic than that? Wait! I’ve got it. What about watching Scooby-Doo and the gang in stop motion video?!!? (Hello? Rudolph, Heat Miser and just about everything from Rankin-Bass Productions.) Created using the just-released LEGO Scooby-Doo sets, these new videos will be uploaded every week. Visit ScoobyDoo.com to subscribe to the WB Kids YouTube channel and check out these classic clips:

Oh, and before I forget … WB Kids wants to thank its fans by giving away four $200 gift cards from Target, Wal-Mart, Toys R Us & Amazon?

Click HERE for a chance to win!

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Can someone help me back up on the horse, please?


Today is December 13 … which you already know if you own a calendar, a phone, a TV or you even just leave home and drive by an electronic bank marquee once in a while. What today means for me is that it’s been 12 days since my surgery.  And I’m trying to get back into the swing of things and sort of become myself again.  But it’s proving to be a little harder than I expected. My cat got out this weekend and the walk around the block that I took to find him nearly killed me.  And then there was the time I tried to sit straight up (rather than the tuck and roll).  Or my sneezing fit today.  Or every single cough, laugh or deep breath.  Damn, I’m weak. And slow.  And I’m so tired of these deficiencies. Tired being the operative word here.

But I’m trying to come back.  And today, I drove.  I actually drove my car by myself.  I had no destination in mind when I got behind the wheel and I’m still trying to figure out why in the hell I chose to drive to Toys ‘R’ Us.  (Seriously, it’s Christmas … but what was I thinking?) For what was a completely fruitless visit.  But I got out there today.  And I didn’t almost kill anyone.  (Unless you count myself with the sneezing.)

Tomorrow, I think I’ll try wearing a bra again.  Wish me luck.

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Grown-ups can still totally play with Barbies, right?


Last weekend, I spent my days hanging with my girls at a beachfront property eating, drinking, talking and, of course, shopping. And I don’t even have the shopping gene. (Yes, I know. I’m a disgrace to my gender.) Still, I did pretty well in that I at least got ideas for everybody … especially my daughter, who is the easiest one to shop for in the family. She’s happy with anything we give her. Right now, I have her wanting a naked mole rat. (Yes. I am serious.)  We went in and out of dozens of stores at the nearby outlet mall. Among them was Toys ‘R’ Us which, like the majority of the retailers there, was holding all kinds of major sales. I was strolling through the aisles when I saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks – Black Label Barbies. I was a big Barbie girl in my day and these dolls would have hooked me then just as they do now. They were spectacular and, in keeping with tradition, completely inappropriate as role models for young girls.  I think the Black Label Collection is huge but the store where I was shopping had only four models so they’re the ones I’ll be introducing here.
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From left to right: Pavlina, Stavros, Bianca & Tiffany. Following are their bios.


The Brunette (Pavlina)

Being one myself, I immediately identified with her and named her Pavlina. She’s actually from Eastern Europe but we totally conquered the language barrier and just clicked like schoolgirls. She loves American food (especially corn dogs) and eats like a pig, which you’d never guess from looking at her. She’s my most honest friend and would never let me buy a pair of jeans that make my butt look too big or too flat. We’re planning a trip to Atlanta together in the Spring to visit the Coke Museum and learn all about cokes from around the world.


 The Dude (Stavros)

I named him Stavros. He’s actually Pavlina’s BFF … aside from me, of course. He’s originally from Greece and came over to America with Pavlina as part of her foreign exchange program. He doesn’t really have any family so the two of them became very close when they first came to the country. They are not intimately involved and hate it when people ask them if they are. Stavros actually never seems to have any girlfriends around, which Pavlina can’t understand since he’s such a super awesome guy as well as an amazing dance partner.


The Redhead (Bianca)

I named her Bianca. Pavlina and I actually thought she had potential … until we realized what a condescending bitch she could be. She’s got, like, a 250 IQ and thinks she knows everything. She’s always talking down to us and trying to quote famous authors and important people from TV like Jimmy Fallon and Oprah. Once, for our Cinco de Mayo work party, she brought this disgusting dessert goo to share with everyone. She said it was like custard and called it “flan.” We said it should just be called “gross food that is nothing like custard.” And we thought it was very rude for her to bring something that nobody liked.


The Blonde (Tiffany)

I named her Tiffany. Pavlina and I can’t stand her. She’s always getting into everyone’s business and copying our style. If we have to hear her say ‘Been There, Done That’ one more time, I swear we’re just going to scream. She is a Lady Gaga freak (which probably explains her hair) and her Halloween costume was so completely inappropriate. Oh, my God and “No, Tiffany, for the tenth time today, we do not want to check out a Zumba class with you, watch Bridesmaids with you (again!) or go to Applebee’s with you. Not now. Not ever!”

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My husband laughed a lot but was also a little concerned when he finished reading this post tonight. Sure, my grown-up imagination can still totally hang with its childhood counterpart. Or maybe it’s the large Cajun Eggnog daiquiri talking. Either way, it was fun while it lasted. Oh, and if anyone asks … yes, I’d love one of these guys for Christmas.

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