Archives For November 30, 1999

This post was written especially for Jen Schneider over at livlaughlove.com. You can follow her on Facebook too.

Come on…you KNEW I couldn’t let this one die.

Yes, it’s four-day old news. And, yeah, I’m betting the majority of you have already seen the video(s) by now.

But if you’ve been living under a rock and don’t have a clue about what I’m referring to when I say “possessed Alabama mom pounding a cocky Oklahoma bro”…allow me to do the honors and set the scene.

The Crimson Tide faced the Oklahoma Sooners in this year’s NCAA college football Sugar Bowl on January 2. OU ended up winning that game 45-31.

I didn’t see a single play of that match-up. But I’ve watched the bleacher highlight reel more times than I can count. And, let me go on record by saying this: Don’t mess with an Alabama momma bear or her cub and then be taken aback when she tries to maul you.

At some point during the game, trash-talking between the two teams’ respective fan bases went from “our team’s better than your team” to rage-induced “I-will-kill-you-in-your-sleep” madness.

Lucky for us, the footage was all captured on camera.

Then someone released this parody:

And my personal favorite:

According to Yellowhammer, the mom shown in the video – Michelle Prichett – had this to say about the incident.

“Everyone’s making me look like such a bad guy,” she said. “What I did was probably not the thing to do. But they were taunting us. They began by going after me. But then they crossed the line and started taunting my 16-year-old son.”

She also went on record saying she was not intoxicated.

WHAT?! THIS CHICK ACTED LIKE THIS STONE COLD SOBER?!!

I’ll try keep my thoughts brief.

Was she out of control? Yes.

Did she likely do some damage to the reputation of Alabama football faithful? I’d say yes to that too.

Is her family embarrassed? I would imagine so.

But I’m going to be honest. There’s only one thing that gets my blood pumping more than a mom in bedazzled jeans barking like a ravenous dog…and that’s a bunch of drunk college boys who think it’s fun to talk trash about how awesome THEY are. And, by THEY, I am referring to the team of athletes they worship.

I do not condone her behavior. She gives all of us moms a bad rap by mere affiliation. But part of me laughs every time I see the little guy in the white shirt and faded maroon jeans duck for cover when he realizes shit’s about to get real.

I honestly hope I am never involved in an altercation like this. I love my kids deeply and I’d have a serious issue with anyone who goes after them. But they need to fight their own battles.

However, I’d like to make it perfectly clear that, if I’m ever caught on tape going completely ballistic, please overlay Welcome to the Jungle onto my fight footage.

Written by Heidi Woodard

By now we’ve all heard the catchy tune, What does the fox say?

This video debuted in September and soon went viral wracking up nearly 270,000,000 hits on YouTube.

Then there’s this little phenomenon called vlogging (video + blogging). A young lady taking full advantage of this platform is Jenna Mourey, or more commonly known by her pseudonym, Jenna Marbles. Her YouTube channel has over 11 million subscribers.

Here’s a snippet of her work (disclaimer: a lot of her vlogs are not appropriate for those easily offended by bad language).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EvHwh9O9Tsg

So, yeah, I guess that’s all the explanation I need to justify why I’m running with this impulsive idea to produce and upload a vlog of my thoughts on a weekly basis.

My goal is 20 views (baby steps) in a single week. Hell, maybe you might even want to subscribe to my channel? I know…I know…that’s crazy talk.

I’m not promising high tech, high quality stuff here. Just thoughts from a mom who doesn’t know how to remove those black boxes on both sides of her video window, or guarantee good audio, or understand her iPhone. I can tell you’re on the edge of your seat.

Without further ado…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbxwqlSIxD4

And, yes, I asked you to vote for me. To translate mom-ese, that means like my video.

School pictures…a right of passage for kids. I remember convincing myself as a child that my entire year would be as good as the printed mugshot I saw staring back at me in the yearbook.

My sixth grade photo involved inadvertent feathered bangs and a failed attempt at a closed-mouth-yet-natural-looking smile to hide my silver grill. Sixth grade was blah. Coincidence? I think not.

However, no matter how bad the picture, I never had a “re-do.” Life’s imperfect and, as such, school photos are imperfect.

My daughter, who’s now 5, had her preschool photo taken earlier this year. After a 40-minute prep session (which KILLED me), I sent her off to school in style and couldn’t wait to see the finished product.

photo 2 (1)

Sporting primped hair, a pressed dress, and a cute smile.

With her photo session scheduled a mere hour after I dropped her off, I was positive I’d be pleased with the precious picture that would arrive in 2-3 weeks. I’d proudly display it for all the world to see.

Then…well…then THIS happened.

Uuummm...was there an all-night rave I didn't know about? Did the photographer not count to 3?

Uuummmm…was there an all-night rave I didn’t know about? Did the photographer not count to 3? What is UP with that hair and faux smile?

I stared at the instructions on the envelope for picture retake day. Would I be THAT mom who is so conceited that she forces her daughter to go through another photo session? I honestly didn’t think her photo gave any indication of her true personality. Part of me actually wondered if the photographer was rushed. I mean, this COULDN’T have been the best option, right?

I decided to swallow my pride and take the following Friday off from work to accompany Jaycee on picture retake day.

After we made our way back to the makeshift studio and waited for her turn to pose, I got to witness firsthand how patient and caring the photographer was with all of the kids. He took multiple shots while making playful noises and waving hand puppets around. He gave no harsh orders, just kind praise.

I started to wonder if it might have been my daughter who caused the first photo fiasco. Before I could give it much thought, it was her turn.

And this, my friends, is what unfolded before my very eyes.

Clearly, I'll be ready when I'm ready.

Clearly, I’ll be ready when I’m ready.

I'd rather make this face than smile.

I’d rather make this face than smile.

WHAT?! I can't hear you over my mom yelling at me to calm down. You'll have to speak up!

WHAT?! I can’t hear you over my mom yelling at me to calm down. You’ll have to speak up!

How about the floor? You want me on the floor or what?

How about the floor? You want me on the floor or what?

I freakin LOVE rolling around on the floor. Are you capturing this magic?

I freakin LOVE rolling around on the floor. Are you capturing this magic?

You wanna piece of me? Ok get ready cause I'm coming at you.

You wanna piece of me? Ok get ready cause I’m coming at you.

Aaaannd pose.

Aaaannd pose.

Mark my words. I will never, ever assume again that the person behind the camera lens was somehow rushed. On the contrary, if I get a picture that even remotely resembles my psychotic mini-me, I owe that photographer double what he normally charges.

Jaycee Lee

What you see is what you get. 100% sassiness guaranteed.

Special thanks to Sully from Sbello Photos for capturing these hilarious moments. If you’re looking for a way to showcase your kid’s true personality, he’s your man!

Written by Heidi Woodard