Sep 15, 2009
Ten-Word Tuesday. Satan Lives In Extra Curricular Activities
Just who is the Nazi who invented this hairstyle?
Granted, Bossy holds a grudge against any hairdo that isn’t falling out of bed and tah-dah! Bossy has never been good at hair, maybe because she is actually a man.
In whatever case, Bossy’s daughter is taking ballet lessons for the first time this year, an activity she will engage in twice a week after school — not that Bossy’s readers wouldn’t have found out in their own time, as Bossy’s vile curses project over all the land while she tries to wrestle the alligator that is Bossy’s daughter’s hair.
Come along with Bossy as she attempts to create a ballet bun for her daughter. Note: this is a simulation. Bossy’s daughter knows better than to place Bossy in charge of her ballet hair without many days of practice.
The first problem: Bossy had no hair gel to waste use in this bun experiment. Creating a slight breach of etiquette, Bossy moved directly to the rubber band step:
Next it was time for Bossy to begin with the twisting and the pinning and the oyveying:
There was no other recourse than to call in the Delightful One who has been taking ballet a few days shy of forever. The intent was a hands-on tutorial in bunning. She began by twisting:
And then she poked, tucked, stabbed, secured, smoothed, jabbed, and pinned:
It was all over in seconds and then the family stood back and marveled at the plethora of firmly held hair:
Later today Bossy will attempt to recreate this bun, and about that, Bossy can sum up her fear of hair pins in this way: Why couldn’t Bossy’s daughter like soccer? No Nazi hairstyles there.
Which is what today’s Ten-Word Challenge is all about. In exactly ten words, can you tell Bossy about an extra curricular activity you did as a kid and the accompanying garb or equipment you needed, not to mention the changes you put your parents through?
And be sure to check back later today for the extra-ist of all internet curriculars.
Finally, if you missed last week’s Challenge, click here to read what Bossy’s council did on their summer vacations, cleverly summarized in ten words, of course.
Irish dancing pre-wigs. Ragtime girl.Bloomers.No talent, no trophy.
Talked on the phone all night long, long extension cord
Bless my parents’ hearts, I rode horses. Hunters and jumpers. The outfits, the horse shows, the $$$. Plus, since I had no license, the driving back and forth to the barn that my mother had to do… for years! But, but but, some of my best memories are wrapped up in those days.
Girls softball. Olden days. Jeans. T-shirt. Glove. Cheap.
Smoking pot under town park bridge. No parental involvement required.
Acting. Realized shorts are needed under dresses – boys are BAD!
britches, boots, hardhats and jackets. oh yeah, and a horse.
Children’s choir. Uniform ironed, rehearsals in far-off places without parking.
Skated on pond out back – skates were never even sharpened!
Should’a been school work. Pencil, light, chair, would’a been nice.
Horsie. Sister allergic. Changed clothes at washer upon home re-entry.
Hanging at music store with older musicians. Wore leg warmers.
See, BossysMom doesn’t know what curriculum means.
Ballet, quit, Art, quit, Piano & Flute, Quit, Drums, yeah quit.
French horn. Travel for coaching. Prep H for swollen lips.
Here is another site for ballet buns with a few more helpful hints: http://www.peabody.jhu.edu/data/321/link/1890/bun.pdf
There was that one thing at Star Garden… nah, quit.
Piano lessons. Teacher would CUT MY FINGERNAILS!! At.my.lesson.
80’s teenager, everything involved neon clothing, tons of Aqua Net.
Ballet, tap, soccer, baseball, hula, band, track . . . parents deserve medals.
Dance, baby. Tap shoes, character shoes, jazz flats, toe shoes.
Does watching the Rockford Files count as a sport? No?
Singing. Needed long black skirts for concerts. Mom sewed them.
Piano then Pot. stuck with pot MUCH longer. Explains things.
Theatre. No equipment, but wrecked Mom’s car after rehearsal once.
Named Best After-school Cheesesteak Eater in the whole city.
No time for sports; watching Brady Bunch reruns multiple times.
Basketball-then $$ for years of therapy from running opposite direction during every game!
Ballet, Tap, Jazz, Voice, Theatre…..overflowing smelly dance bag!
5am practice. Swimmer parents impatiently await daughter receiving driver’s license.
Violin, piano, flute, orchestra and theory. Classes every single night.
Drama. One-act plays. Costumes. Lines. Lines. Drama. Annnd comedy.
Marching band. Wool uniforms. In Arizona. Sweaty, stinking plus saxophone.
Horse showing – Parents financed and hauled to show every weekend.
Come home, eat Oreos, do homework, clean room, start dinner.
Tennis. When opponents tried to cheat, no
hockeytennis mum around.Retired soccer mom. Two sons. ER staff knew us well.
Softball, volleyball, track, violin, viola, cello, choir, mock trial, Operetta…
(And that was just junior high and high school- luckily I got a car when I was 16, probably because my parents were tired of being my personal taxi. Did you know that violin strings are spendy?)
Where’s the photo of the finished bun?
Acrobatics. My mother’s lament. Bruises, breaks and ruined family photos.
daisy chain making in right field is a sport, right?
Ballet. All that money wasted. Still clumsy as an ox.
Clarinet lessons. Stupid. Wanted to play football with my brothers.
Library Card = Free. I was a cheap teen.
OTOH, my daughter had the piano lessons (books & teacher fees), the Ballet, Tap, Jazz, “Modern” and Pointe shoes….,
mom never told me “no underwear under the leotard”. lumpy.
practiced tenor saxophone. In an apartment.
Mom, and neighbors = saints.
Total book worm, read all the library books, then Border’s junkie
None, but daughter was synchronized swimmer. Knox gelatin and sequins.
Big hill: house, bottom; school, top. Orchestra+Cello=daily backache.
Ice skating drill team. Skates and sparkly costumes. Broken arm ;-(
not allowed to pursue after-school activities; damn controlling parents!
Still bearing psychic scars from high school gym class uniforms.
Played both piano and guitar. One was easier to carry.
Swimmer. Speedos, swim caps, towels and goggles. Insert water here.
2 years of ballet = ingrown toenails for life. Ouch!
Theatre nut called Thespian!! Youth choir and cosmetology with hair competitions – could have helped with bun!!
Ice skating. Cute outfit, but required constant reminders to wear underwear.
Competition Cheerleading – gliltter, uniforms, ribbons, & hairspray by the gallon!
Mother was a harpy. Bleached walls. Mopped floors. Cinderella, Cinderella.
Good dance technique does not equal Nazis. Find new class!!
Running shoes, good socks. Because like, I ran and stuff.
Flag corps in marching band meant tall, white go-go boots.
attempted piano lessons–No talent! No motivation
Choir, dancing lessons, and lots of drama — of all kinds.
Negotiating four subways a day left little juice for competitiveness.
Stray cats turned into house cats before bagged cat litter.
(Poor Mom.)
Dance, piano, soccer (parents participating), singing, buying all stuffs needed.
Swim team: goggles, “drag suits,” caps, towels, body issues.
I would shoot myself in the head if my girl child ever did anything requiring a PhD in hairstyling. She can’t walk across the room w/o her hair becoming disheveled. Instead she runs cross country, where the 8th grade girls set her straight at the very first meet: “First of all, don’t worry about your hair when you run cross country. Second of all, everyone’s hair looks stupid when they run.” God bless the sporty-girl mentors.
Ten word Tuesday: Library card. Reading was my world.
I picked the dance studio my girls go to because: 1) they don’t require buns for anything, not even recitals; 2) the recitals are an hour long; 3) the costumes do not cost more than my entire clothing budget for the year.
It’s a bigger pain to get them ready for soccer than dance.
OH! LOL, I just realized this was a 10-word Tuesday post. Oh, I suck. That’s all.
dancing..deformed feet and bad joints now!
Black plastic ballet case at Art Linkletter’s School of Dance
Ballet, horsebackriding, lacrosse. After practice snack only thing that mattered.
Studied too many spelling words, just hoping for spontaneous combustion.
Had to learn French Braiding for all in the class!
Band uniforms and shakos. I wouldn’t have dated me either.
High school Titania’s minion in maillot and tutu. Poor daddy.
Tap dance recital: dressed like a glittered whore, lots of eyeshadow.
Piano lessons. 8 years, 2 teachers, 10 fingers, 88 keys.
Like #32, Marching band: heavy wool uniforms, but Carolina heat
BWAH HA HA HA HA
Ballet Bun: Take 2.
Setting: Chez WRH.
And…ACTION.
fyi. in the event that anyone thinks that Bossy has fabricated that list of instructions, and it would be a reasonable idea, not that Bossy is known for fabrication ahem but because it is so preposterous, I have the exact same list and I used many more bad words when negotiating the HAIR pins NOT bobby pins.
love,
wrh who is also apparently a man
Oil painting lessons: paint, brushes. Painted bruises on leg once.
Played Little Women’s “Laurie”. Cherub-cheeked bowler-clad in boy drag.
(I’m sure Mom had to assemble the costume but didn’t have words left to say so.)
Not that it matters to all and sundry, but my 10th word was ditched the previous post:
Played Little Women’s “Laurie”. Cherub-cheeked bowler-clad girl in boy drag.
Parents made me walk from bus stop carrying ski equipment. (wah!)
5am swim practices 3 days/week; Dad: early riser, Me: notsomuch.
I quit the Brownie Scouts thanks to that horrid beanie.
If watching Match Game were a sport, I’d be pro.
I quit riding lessons due to the hat and jodhpurs.
Suffice to say, no martial arts, because that outfit? No.
Watching Match Game required no outfit and no accessories. Amen.
Sadly or happily, I had no extra curricular activities.
Played outside. No pricey equipment needed.
Side comment on bun hair stress: Have 3 daughters, thank goodness basketball and cross country only needs ponytail. Until darling twins joined military. Both were stressed by the bun requirement. You can always try the “MAGIC BUN” contraption I found on ebay. this summer. I might have an extra one I could send you!
Horses. Up at 5 every weekend to compete. Poor Mom!
Four million dollars in figure skating outfits didn’t equal success.
tried many, quite most, stuck with soccer…dad coached us
Ballet. Bobby pins, bobby pins, bobby pins, hair net too.
Cheerleading, so I could drink beer in bathroom at games.
Art, scouts, guitar, swimming: no avail! A hoodlum at heart.
Just wait until the pointe shoes … and the mole skin and those weird elastics you tie around your waist (under the bodysuit in the front) to make the leg holes go higher and look sexier
oh, and the blue eyeshadow and red lipstick
I have a phobia of buns now. My non-English speaking hairdresser did my hair in a bun for my wedding in Portugal (going completely against the messy up-do I’d asked her to do). My mom made her take it all out and boy was she pissed.
My extracurricular hobby was reading; only a library card required.
No 10 words just sympathy as I feel your pain as a mother who survived the ballet phase. I came to HATE dance days as doing their FREAKING hair was such a stressful event.
Me thinks teachers (of expensive a fore said lessons) should teach the STUDENTS how to be responsible for the FREAKING perfect bun.
Thanks, that is all. I feel better.
OT: Less of the nazi’s please
Bookworm. New glasses, and many overdue library fines. Haven’t changed!
Library card, all that was needed to make me happy.
Oh, and Bossy, daughter was right, you were doing it wrong. The rubber band didn’t match her hair. I hate the buns! (Unless of course they are the cinnamon kind.) Luckily, I only have to do it twice a year for my darling one – dress rehearsal and recital!
two of my girls took ballet for years at this very place.. and did ballet performances there where the nazi bun is even more scrutinized… took me a while but I finally mastered the bun.. even the ‘hair pins not showing thing”. let me know if you need help.. and start stocking up on hair gel!
Ballet, gymnastics, cheer, dance. Parents let me quit. Gee, thanks.
Bought my own first skates for $108.62. Wore them OUT.
Piano and ice skating, but not at the same time.
piano, dance, sports, girl scouts equals lots of money, y’all.
Had to wear dress playing Hugo in Bye Bye Birdie!
Marching band rifle line, new handmade costumes requested every year.
Ballet, Modern Dance Company, Performing Arts Highschool, LOTS of driving!
You need to change dance studios–prep for weekly classes should not be so stressful! Love my daughter’s dance studio