Our girls

Well it is officially the day after Easter. I hope everyone had a dry one. Not so the case here in Arkansas. The storms moved in and camped out on us the entire day and looks to be doing the same today. Mr. Incredible had to be at the firehouse all day so I did not get to spend Easter with the lovely ladies in my home. Instead I had to go protect the citizens of the Big City. We were not at work more than 15 minutes before we got a house fire. Nice way to start off your day. My was not ruined...it was part of the job, but you have to feel for the people who were displaced from their home on Easter Sunday. We were however able to keep the fire contained to the garage and a Little damage in the dinning area but for the most part they will recover. Inconvenient but no major belongings lost. After that the storms rolled in and the calls just kept on coming. We finally got to slow down a little by that evening and had a decent night. While I was there my ladies went to church and then to my grandmothers to visit and have lunch. They had fun and got plenty of candy and stuff.

My wife, bless her heart, got the idea for us to take our precious, innocent, unscathed girls to go see the new Hannah Montanna movie on opening night. I said sure because in all actuality it is one of the shows they watch that is less annoying than something like Spongebob, and I kinda like it. What I wasn't ready for was the wake up call to my future reality. My 2,4, and 7 year old still like Miley/Hannah for her music and who she is. Not so much the case with the 1000 pre-teen/teen girls there that night. When we walked in I felt pretty good about myself, Daddy taking his girls to see a movie. Then we got into the theater and I suddenly felt so alone. There were maybe two other dads cowering down in their seats when I looked around. They all had this look on their faces that said, "Oh please Lord let me make it through this without running into someone I know!" Heh. Not me. I walked right up them stairs, picked out a row right in the center of the theater and sat my girls down. Then quickly ran to go get popcorn and drinks, being oh so careful not to make it back before the previews started.

When I walked back in I had to go around two teens who were doing the line dance to one of the songs in the movie. There was no music yet but that did not seem to be a problem for them. Dosi Do and whatever else that was made me turn go back out the door and into the other side of the theater. Which wasn't a problem because it was really closer to my seat. Then I passed out our overly expensive snack items and take my seat among the raging hormone, hairspray, makeup, and estrogen mass that was there. Ahh the movie begins. Sit back, relax. and enjoy.......tranquility, Dolby digital sound, and DLP projection all ruined by the High Pitch Scream of girls when the opening screen showed Hannah! Including two of my own contributing to my sudden hearing loss.

Then down the noise came and the giggles started. They are so cute......when they are 7, or younger. As I looked around I wasn't as comfortable as I once was. Every star or boy that was shown on the screen was met with (an equally appropriate I am sure) sound. The younger girls got excited during the songs and when Hannah or aka Miley were on the screen. The older ones, those teens, those nerve wrecking, reality checking teens, were the ones that got my attention. When the cute boys were shown, or did something just absolutely darling there was this "AWWWWWWWWEEEE" sound that rumbled through the theater. Then when he would smile it was even worse with the same noise met by wiggling and giggling and kicking their feet and grabbing their chest as if they were having a heat attack. OH COME ON!! It is a movie! I quickly looked at my oldest and then the middle one to make sure they were not even thinking of participating in such a display of "not my daughterness!" and luckily for them they were not.

I wondered at that time am I really going to have to put of with this? Am I really going to have three teenage girls in the house one day with all their teenage girl friends sounding like this and acting this way? Of course I already knew the answer before I asked myself this silly question. "Not over my dead body!!" that of course was denial fighting with reason and then the facts sank in and I secretly cried on the inside. "I am sooooooooo not ready for this!!" Luckily I have about 4-5 years before it gets started and then I will find some kind of support group to join, and become a monk, and going on a sabbatical until the youngest is 20. I know some of you have already braved through this area in your lives or are going through it now and I just want to say "May God himself come down from heaven and bless you personally. You deserve it!"