The Kentucky Girls

I would like to let you all know of a new blog endeavor, thekentuckygirls.blogspot.com. My friend Heather and I have decided to attempt to fill a gap in the market and write about sports from the woman's point of view. Don't worry, it won't be technical. Can you imagine?? I'm trying to figure out a way to keep boys off the page so they can't heckle me. I think admission questions might be the way to go. They might have to name a shade of OPI nail color or tell us the name of Carson's boyfriend in Shag. Any girl could easily do that. I think guys might struggle.
Anyway, please visit us, comment, give us ideas, and if you want to submit something, let me know.
In other news, Lisa, Angela, and I shopped for our Angel Tree family today. It really put me, Ebenezer Scrooge, in the true Christmas spirit. However, our little Angel Tree girl asked for Bratz as her Christmas gift. I'm really sorry, but I'm opposed to Bratz. I understand and commend that they are more ethnically diverse and less unreasonably built than Barbie. (I guess. Aren't they still skinny with long legs and big chests?) I don't understand why Bratz have to look like hoobaskanks in the process. We saw Wild Wild West Bratz. She looked like a character from Coyote Ugly. We saw Dance Partay Bratz, who resembled a contestant from Flavor of Love. My very favorite was the mother/daughter Bratz. Yasmin drops her daughter Cloe off at school in this little set. All I know is Yasmin's job must involve a pole, because no one I know wears a belly shirt and a houndstooth skirt that shows her last chance to the world when she goes to work! We bought the great big Bratz head with long hair that you can color. It seemed the most innocuous.
It makes me glad the children closest to me are boys. They play with sports equipment, they wear Under Armor, and our biggest problem is generally playing time. Whew...