The party dont start til....

Today at lunch, Kate and I chatted about pop star Ke$ha.  If you haven’t heard of her, she managed to skip the Disney Mouseketeer stage and went directly to sleezy ,”Say and do what you want ‘It” girl”. Despite how lewd and hopelessly inappropriate her music is, everyone in my family can’t stop singing her songs.  I find myself taking a dive into the urban dictionary to find out what words like “crunk” means.  In true Ke$ha style, Chris makes the grand entrance into the house in biker’s spandex after his commute home from work singing, “The party don’t start til I walk in”.  Pete then sings that he brushes his teeth with a bottle of Jack. I think to myself that at least he is brushing his teeth. While Kate feels the need to pour on the Purell after being exposed to Ke$ha, she can’t help but be fascinated by how the pop star delivers the “ I am who I am attitude”.  So in the boredom that summer and tweendom brings, I suggested that she let herself go all Keisha in a photoshoot. Out came the sparkles and thank god not a bottle of Jack.  Our summer dull-drums were temporary detoured. Wild Ke$ha was in the house.  Soon enough, She eyed the camera with her own version of “I got attitude.” For me, capturing any stage of Kate’s growing up years on film is fun. Glop on lots of eye shadow and the fun doubles.  Next time, I promised she could invite friends along to temporarily leave behind normalcy.  Growing up in front of the camera must be fun especially if you get to be whoever you want to be, even if just for a few quick moments.  For those of you that have the burning question after reading the blog…what is crunk anyway? Crack stoned+drunk=crunk. I dare you to bring that word up in a sentence at the dinner table.  The miracle in this is that you just may make your teen’s jaw drop wide open.