Boy, we really missed our callings...

as Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders

Ten years of dance lessons really paid off. 

I think my kick is definitely high enough to make the team.

Mom hasn't cheered a day in her life

but it doesn't matter

because she's a natural.

Shea hasn't cheered in 10 years, but can you even tell?

No.

What a hurkey.

They practically were asking me to bring a

paint scraper and a paint pen

 and take this chicks place.

I can bubble letter Whitehorn really easily.

You can check out the

rest of our adventures at

the Cowboys Stadium

here:

Shea's Blog

Mini-Vanning

L' The Bright Yellow Neon

didn't get to come to Dallas for the summer.

She misses me.

But it was a much wiser decision for her health and mine

for her to stay in Charleston under my friend Janice's care.

So while I'm here, I'm tearin' up the streets in the

Mom-Squad car...

The Toyota Sienna mini-van.

Benefits

• 
  
  
  
  When forced to cut parking-spot-cheaters off in poorly planned downtown parking lots,  you have a lot more vehicle aka a lot more game.

                              I dare you to take on the Mom-Squad.

• 
  
  
  
  You can fit you and all of your closest intern friends into the mini-van and go on excellent adventures if you need to.

• 
  
  
  
  I always, always, always, look way cooler than all of my fellow 20-somethings who are not driving mini-vans.

Not so beneficial

• 
  
  
  
  The lanes here in Dallas are a lot narrower than they are everywhere else in the world. Mini-van has a lot more girth than Neon.

• 
  
  
  
  Driver's are ruthless and heartless in this city. You want to change lanes? You better be ready to fight. Not so easy when you've got 6 extra feet on your rear that you don't usually have.
• 
  
  
  
  Squeezing into tiny parking spaces leaves no other choice but

this

Only one entrance and exit...

At least I'm still listening to good music in the mini-van.

New tune for you.

Grace Potter and the Nocturnals

If I Was from Paris