Dance Moms: Told You So. When It’s Maternal Overload In Wheeling, Double The Moms Means Double The Trouble.

July 30th, 2014

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Just letting you know they’re all talking crap about you…and they’re totes jealz of my new highlights.

 

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I called for back-up an hour ago. I swear if Jimmy is outside screwing around on his Twitter again…

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If that Hyland chick was still here she would’ve had this thing wrapped up before happy hour.

 

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That bitch is just lucky I forgot my pants today or I would have totally kicked her a** hard.

 

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Just saying we’ve been back one week and my damn hair’s already starting to curl. You really wanna do this?

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What’s it gonna take to remind everyone that it’s still the International Year Of Nia? Some freakin’ crown on my head?

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I ain’t running away. There’s still donuts in the lobby, but it looks like all you suckahs are taking the stairs. Peace.

 

 

Double your pleasure.

Double your fun.

It’s Two.  Two.  Two Dance Moms in one!  Sorta.

That’s right.  Abby Lee Miller & Co. is back to finish up the second half of the season.  And once again, they brought enough people to fill at least two ALDC studios to capacity.

The New Team and their New Moms.  The Original Recipe Team and their Original Recipe Moms.  Choreographers.  Camera Guys.  Producers.  Even (…Spoiler Alert…) a couple of Security Personnel and one dude who I believe was a Nightclub Bouncer.

I swear there were literally Moms and kids dropping down from open ceiling vents and crawling in through unlocked windows like ninjas.  The ALDC was definitely maxxed out on crazy this week.  Twice the Mamas.  Twice the Mama Drama.

And easily four times the amount of hair product and blowouts.

With so much going on this week, Abby didn’t waste any time getting the party started.

As the New and Old all filed in for the first Pyramid of Shame since the break, some tweaks to the routine were already pretty obvious.  Starting with the return of the stadium risers.  Which is a fancy TV term for 2×4 planks painted black.

With so many bodies in the building, Abby had to do some rearranging.  Moms on the top and their matching kids on the floor.  Except for Holly.  Wait.  What? 

Seriously.  How tall is this woman, anyway?  I’m going to assume that she didn’t want all that awesome new hair getting stuck to the ceiling tiles so she only paid for floor seats.

We love Dr. Beyoncé and whoever her sassy new stylist is, BTW.

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Somebody at Lifetime also decided to blur out the makeup and backgrounds on all those Real Housewives of Pittsburgh talking head solo interview parts.  It took me a few minutes before I realized that I wasn’t actually watching the show through a jar of vaseline, but now I’m cool with it because it kind of makes the Moms look like they’re in one of those glossy magazine perfume ads that you scratch and sniff at the Beauty Parlor.

And while we’re on the subject.  I think I liked my MomCrush Jill‘s hair all blown back like some Intern BoyToy was fanning her from off-camera.

Because you know she totally has one doing that.  And he probably doesn’t even wear a shirt.  Oh, yeah.  Mama needs her Evian and her Bump-It.  That’s what I’m talking about.

Christi didn’t appear to have a BoyToy nearby, but she did have nicknames for all the New Moms since she couldn’t remember any of their real names.

Jodi was DudMuffin.  Loree was Boring Loree.  (…Yeah.  I don’t think Christi worked too hard on that one…)  Tracey was Frumpelstiltskin.  Jeanette was Count Stalkula.

Two Side Notes:  Jeanette personally let me know via her lawyer that she does NOT shop at Forever 21.  I stand corrected.  I forget what teeny bopper skinny legging store she frequents, but it’s not Forever 21.  And Two…I liked that vampire cereal when I was little.   It made the milk turn chocolate.

Tami was What’sHerFace because Christi couldn’t remember her name and Tami couldn’t remember her own pants.  More on that one a bit later.

And finally, New Christy (…with a ‘Y’…) was now and in the future to always be referred to as Christ-y.

That’s right.  Like the baby in the manger.  That one.

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Who knew?  Turns out that New Christy is very religious and proudly stands by her church’s (…Spoiler Alert:  The Church of Whip Yo’ A***…) beliefs.  It also turns out that I don’t really know if it’s supposed to be spelled “Christ-y” like ‘LawdShe Was Acting All Christ-y Today At Choir Practice’ or “Christee” like a 7-11 Slurpee.  So I’m just going to keep making up names as the season progresses and you’re all just going to have to deal.

It should probably also be noted that Kamryn was wearing another sparkly headband.  I think that’s gonna end up being her thang.

You remember Kamryn.  She’s the cutie who went on and on last time listing all the millions of awards and trophies that she had won until Abby finally cut her off and my DVR stopped recording.  I have it from reliable inside sources that the Season 4 DVD box set will include a bonus disc that is nothing but Kamryn telling us how she cured polio and landed on the Moon with no oxygen mask.

We like her.

But back to business.  Abby let everyone know that during the break she had spent the last two months going to rescue other dance studios that needed her help.

Awkward Pause.

Now I’m not telling anyone else how to do their job, but I’m thinking that maybe somebody in post-production might have wanted to bleep out that last little bit of dialogue since Abby’s Studio Rescue only stayed on the air for about 90 minutes before it got replaced by whoknowswhat.  Ouch.  Too soon?

Maddie also got to pimp out her SiaChandelier” music video performance before the Pyramid was finally revealed.  Which really wasn’t much of a triangle since it was everyone in one straight line with Chloe on the top.  She came in First Place at their last performance.  So you go, ChloeBird.

This week, both teams were headed to the Sheer Talent Competition in Wheeling, WV…which actually got a round of applause for some reason.  I have to assume that it was for the Sheer Talent part and not the West Virginia part.

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Both teams would be performing group routines.  The newbies were taking it to church in honor of SlushPuppy Christee while the original girls would just be putting on their pajamas and having a Ouija Board sleepover.  Because clearly what we need right now is yet another Girl Party, right?

Speaking of.  Abby pointed out that MackZ was now the Universe’s #1 Pop Star, which may or may not have been news to Katy Perry…but, whatev.  It got her a solo up against tiny Sarah H., who I really like even though she always shakes like those little dogs with no fur when they jump out of the bath tub.

There was also some major dramz over whether or not Abby had checked with the judges after the last competition to try and knock Chloe out of First Place and give the trophy to Kamryn, who would no doubt have put it up on the shelf next to her two Grammy’s and seven People’s Choice Awards.

Eleven minutes into the show and this chick is already making me feel inadequate.

First up in the MomPerch was the NewCrew, where The Loud Church Lady immediately got into it with everyone on the couch.  I’m not really sure what happened, because I spent too much time trying to figure out what was going on with those new streaks in her hair.

They didn’t really look like she went to the Mall and got all her tips pulled through the cap.  They kind of looked more like the ones you paint on yourself and then let cure on your head while you finish the laundry.

As soon as the Original Moms climbed up to the top to join them, ChristEIEIO began throwing everyone else under the bus and then the whole thing just got messy.

By the time both Christies finished barking at each other I was starting to wonder how many more episodes it would be before somebody goes completely Dynasty Moms and tosses one of the New Carringtons down those narrow carpeted stairs, leaving them all crumpled at the bottom with their legs straight up in the air like bunny ear antennas.

(I hope somebody out there just got that joke.  One person even.  I don’t ask for much.)

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And then it just went from Crazy to the umpteenth power of Crazy.

It all started with the New Moms (…minus Christy…) huddled around the front desk talking shizz with Abby.  They were (…hypothetically, of course…) trying to figure out how to replace little Sarah H. in the program when Mama Bear lumbered in and busted up the party.

I don’t even know what happened.  Tami yelled at Christy.  Christy yelled at Tami.  Tami yelled some more.  Christy said “Bite Me” which I don’t remember ever reading in any Bible verse in Sunday School, and then Tami just went bazoinkers.

I mean, like, off your meds bazoinkers.

She went for Christy.  Went.  For.  Her.  She even snatched the back of Tracey’s messy hair for no reason whatsoever and yanked it like she was on The Maury Show just to get past her and up into Christy’s face.

Then Christy acted not very Christ-y-ish and grabbed Tami’s throat right before some random guy in a striped Old Navy rugby showed up out of nowhere and started pushing them apart.  It went from Crazy with a ‘C’ to straight up Krazy with a ‘K.’

The front desk got trashed.  That wire grid display thingamabob even half fell off the wall right before my boy Director Jimmy swooped down like Superman and slapped a few bitches.  (…Well, not really.  But I’m still holding out hope for the premiere of Dynasty Moms.  You know I’m onto something with this one, Bro.  Hit me up on Twitter.)

The funniest part was that after all that commotion, the front desk didn’t look any different than it does on a normal day.  Don’t they have anyone on staff with organizational skills?

Go to the Container Store fercryinoutloud.  They’re having a great Back to School Sale.

By the time the fight was over, Christy had gone into Time Out in the stairwell, Tami had lost her pants and the rest of the New Moms climbed into one of those white Whole Foods delivery vans.

Seriously.  Did you see Tami?  Booty Booty E’rrywhere.  I was just thanking the Good Christ-y that there was no “Juicy” logo bouncing around back there.

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I’m pretty sure that is was also right about here when Holly’s hair started to show a slight curl at the ends.  And, Gurrrl…you know what humidity and drama does to that weave.  Brace yourselves, America.  You might want to stock up on non-perishables and go to your Safe Room right now, because I have a feeling it’s coming soon.

Once the dust settled, the Original Moms started to do the math and realized that if the two smallest dancers on Abby’s new team were removed from the equation you’d end up with a teen category group that would no longer be up against the Original ALDC girls.

I see what you did there, Ms. Miller.  And so do your Moms.

Finally, it was Showtime!

Out back in the makeup room, all the drama continued to come from the New Moms this week while the Original Ones quietly peered over their lightbulb mirrors like meerkats do right before they bite you in the neck and drag you back down the hole.

MackZ got her face all painted up like one of Celine‘s Cirque du Soleil dancers, but without the long putty nose.  Christee didn’t like that either.  I’m starting to realize that she doesn’t like much.  Except yelling.  She really seems to like yelling.

MackZ’s solo went really well.  When she strutted off the stage all sassy and flapping her arms around it reminded me of when I wear new pants for the first time.  Werk.

Tiny Sarah’s solo was good, but still a little too much Puppy Bath Day shaking for me.  But I see potential.  She just needs to practice and stay warm.

And then Holly’s hair ticked up another notch.

The New Team came out with these amazing Testify church dresses accessorized with some fancy hair bow/hat things that probably cost more than my cable bill right as the Old Team slumped out of the shadows wearing those flannel PJ sets that always come packed with a bonus pair of matching rubberized footies.

Uh Oh.  Somebody with a PhD wasn’t liking it, mmkay?

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Abby tried to justify it by stating that sometimes Life just isn’t fair and then followed it up with more classic ALDC ramblings, but I lost track of what was happening because the Original Christi suddenly bolted from her seat and jumped up on stage.

Really.  I swear that was her.  Because it was, right?  Or maybe it was Chloe.

But how much did Chloe look like her Mom with all that dark eye goop and angry head snapping?  I mean Whoa.  Just.  Whoa.

She looked amazing.  I don’t know if it’s a skill set or Abby’s constant beat downs or both, but Chloe really shines when she gets handed these Come Over To The Dark Side kind of dances.  She nailed it.

There were also two hip hop guys who carried the New Team’s church pew on and off stage and stuck around for some exposure.  Hope their Moms remembered to hit ‘record.’

Then some kids won some stuff.

Sarah H. shivered her way up to Fourth Place.  MackZ swiped First Place from both Sarah and Katy Perry again.  The Old Team came in Second in the group routines.  The New Team scored their second First Place trophy in a row.

And then Jill went off.  And it was awesome.

The whole thing ended when Abby came out from what appeared to be one of those metallic Star Trek Holodeck elevators and pretended to kick Chloe and Christi in the butt.

Pretty immature and uncalled for, but it did give Holly a chance to frizz her ends just a little more before Maddie started to cry.

Oy vey, I tell you.

Dance Moms is soooo back.

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Bring It!: Hey, Girl…So You Wanna Be A Dancing Doll? Well, Take A Number. And Don’t Forget The Baked Goods.

July 25th, 2014

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Dat’s rite, haters. Pat yo’ weaves and shake in your boots. Cuz Miss Seloncé is back, mmmkay?

 

 

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You just whip that Brazilian Bundle and let me handle the rest. Mama’s got cupcakes in the car.

 

 

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Seriously. That is freakin’ hilarious.

 

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I really shouldn’t be eating all this pizza, cuz you know some Krazy will bring in snacks tomorrow.

 

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I don’t know if it’s my Mama or my new pink headband, but something is giving me stress right now.

 

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I’m just saying that I know you have tasty cupcakes in the trunk. And I can see your car from here.

 

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I’m not naming any names, but some of these edges are hanging on like Titanic passengers.

 

 

 

Buck, yeah.

DD4L is B.A.C.K.!

Let’s be real.  Four months ago I didn’t know that the elite world of hip hop majorette competitions even existed.  Don’t get me wrong…I could probably sound it out and bluff my way through a Jeopardy question, but that’s about as far as I could go on the subject.

Flash forward four months and now I’m pretty much an expert.  Ask me anything.  I’m also fairly certain that I could audition and make it through Stand Battle cuts despite the fact that a silver fringed, one legged leotard isn’t really my best look.  Not my worst, thank you very much.  But not my best.

Which makes for a nice, albeit visually disturbing, segue into the return of Bring It!

Lifetime’s overnight sensation blockbuster was back this week with (…depending on who you ask…) the second part of their first season.  Or a brand new second season.  I’m not really sure.  Lifetime Televsion has a bad habit of turning one season into a first half, second half, mid-season, unseen footage, summer premiere kind of thing.  So I don’t really know what I just watched.

Just ask my Dance Moms friends.  They’re all coming back next week and I guarantee you that none of them will have a clue what episode # it is until they open their DVDs on Christmas morning.

But regardless, Dianna “Miss D” Williams and the Dancing Dolls are back!  With a vengeance.  And that’s all that matters.

The last time we saw Miss D and the Dolls, they had just lost out at the Battle Royale to their arch rivals the Divas of Olive Branch.

After hooching up the DOB’s routine earlier in the season (…Pinocchio Stank, anyone?…) Coach Neva McGruder had dialed down the Olive Branch’s Pepe le Puppet Pew a few notches at the Battle Royale and taken the top prize away from the Dolls.

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Not cool.

So now Miss D was back with a new attitude.  And maybe even some new dancers on the team.  Because it was audition time:  Dancing Doll Tryouts!

As a stampede of wannabe Dolls lined the Dollhouse Dance Factory sidewalk and pushed the interior of the building way over Jackson Fire Code Occupancy Limits, Dianna and Captain Kayla laid out the plan for the two day Tryout Camp.  The Dolls had lost too many competitions last season, and now Dianna wanted more from every girl.  A lot more.

And you know she meant business, because anyone who has a scotch tape dispenser shaped like a red stiletto means business.  Clearly, when it comes to office supplies and Dancing Dolls, Miss D don’t play.

As Kayla and Dianna got the auditions rolling inside, all our favorite Mamas were outside still trying to peek through the cracks in the window blinds.

All my girls were back.  And they were all nervously pacing the perimeter of the building, because just like the New England Patriots and the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders, everyone has to audition for their spot on the team every year.  No positions are guaranteed, which meant that every one of their daughters had to Buck or Die all over again this season.

Neighborhood Watch Captain Mimi was as hyper as always, pinging off the walls like some Foxwoods pinball machine.  When Pixar comes out with the animated version of this show they can pretty much just use the same face she already has it’s so pliable.

Love her.

It’s Rittany Bitch was as tightly wound as the ten pounds of braid on her head.  If you squinted, she kind of looked like a Dairy Queen soft serve with all that tasty goodness wrapped around and around on the top of the cone.  We love her, too.

She don’t play, either, btw.

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Tina was still rocking her signature red hair, but this version appeared to be attached a little more securely than the one she yanked off and slammed on the sidewalk that time she threw down with Seloncé.

And speaking of.  Phew.  Selena finally showed up.

After getting all up in Dianna’s grill at the Battle Royale, nobody was certain that Sunjai‘s Mama was going to return.  But she did.  And she made it clear that if her daughter didn’t make the team this time around, she would go crazy.  Which is kind of hysterically ironic, since she’s already crazy.

But it’s the good kind of crazy.  Not the Walmart-slam a shopping cart into the side of your car because you took my space-kind of crazy.  She’s definitely the good kind of crazy.

We love Seloncé and Tina, too, just to be clear.

This time around there was also a new Mama on the scene.  Angelisa.

She’s Tamia‘s Mama.  Tamia was around last season, but I’m not sure if they actually ever said her name out loud.  Somebody pointed out that Tamia was Camryn‘s main competition for the available Head Co-Captain position while Angelisa was wearing one of those heat-pressed photo tee shirts you can buy on the boardwalk at the booth next to the curly fry place.  That’s really all the important stuff.

Back inside, Dianna put everyone through the choreography they would be performing at their final audition.  It was pretty basic.  Some girls got it right away.  Some girls poked their own eyes out.  And one white girl made all of Twitter freeze up and go Wait…What?

I swear.  It happened.  And I can point that out without being judged, because I’m a white boy who has days when I’m almost a white girl.  So there.  You go, girl.

There were also a number of open positions available on the team.  Too many, actually.  I lost track after the first ten or twenty.  Captains.  Co-Captains.  Drill Masters.  Head Drill Masters.  So many chefs in the kitchen.  It didn’t help that Dianna whipped them all off so fast that I had to pause my DVR.

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Then it was off to the pizza shack with Miss D and Mimi, because everyone knows that you can’t do a Reality TV show without a little nosh.

I think they were discussing their friendship and Dianna’s (…alleged…) favoritism towards Mimi, as well as the whole Tamia vs. Camryn thang, but I was so distracted by how fast the pizza came that I forgot to pay attention.

I mean, really.  I don’t know if it was bad editing or if their waiter was actually the Flash from DC Comics, but one minute they were both sitting there with nothing but two diet cokes and the next minute Dianna’s almost finished with her pizza.

Whoa.  Chew your food, girlfriend.

While Mimi and Miss D inhaled their pepperonis, we scooted over to Rittany’s house to watch her relive her golden years as an All-American Cheerleader.  F’realz.

Wearing THE best DD4L tee shirt they’ve shown yet (…”I Roll With Dat”…) Rittany busted out some football cheers for Crystianna that pretty much gave me life.  LIFE, hunty.  My girl clearly loves her dancing.  And her Michael’s craft store wall decals, because that living room had quotes and/or floral sumthin sumthins all over da hizzle.

And now I kinda want to live with them.

Day Two of Tryout Camp kicked off with some serious butt kissing as Angelisa showed up with a gigantic box of cupcakes for Dianna.  The fancy kind.  The box had fake gift wrap ribbons printed on the lid so you know she didn’t do drive-thru.  Dianna snatched them right outta her paws, but then pointed out that a purse or a couple bags of weave would have scored Angelisa more points.

And while we’re on the subject, can we just address the elephant in the room?

The shower caps?

I’ve always admitted to knowing nothing about weaves and extensions beyond what I learned on Bravo and VH1.  But even I know that you don’t wear a shower cap out in public, fercryinoutloud.  Unless, of course, you’re the one actually slamming those shopping carts into people’s cars over by the outdoor part of the store where they sell lawnmowers and light-up Santas.  Then you probably do wear shower caps.  And proudly.

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So can we not send anymore hate mail every time I jokingly point out that someone is wearing a shower cap?  I know it’s not really a shower cap, people.  Gah.  If you really ended up on this site looking for anything even remotely accurate, you need to switch from Google to Bing asap.

Thank you for your attention to this important shower cap PSA.  Especially since someone was wearing a nice pink one at the auditions that caught my eye.

But before we actually hit those auditions and found out who made the final cuts, we had a momentary downer over at Mimi’s house when Camryn got a rejection letter from Power APAC…that Kids From Fame kinda place that she applied to last season.

It’s their loss, Peanut.  Screw them and their stupid school.  Plus, you already have a glossy full color poster with your name on it up on your wall.  Did anyone else see that?

Totes Jealz.

Finally, it was Tryout Time!  At The Tougaloo College Campus.  I have no clue where that is, but it’s fun to say.  I bet their Fight Song is a riot.

After Twitter unfroze for the second time in one night (…thank you, Miss D’s belly button…) the wannabe Dolls and original recipe Dolls all hit the court floor.  Camryn busted it out.  Crystianna struggled a little.  Sunjai did amaze balls, so it didn’t look like Seloncé would need to raise the Homeland Security Crazy Level to Orange or Red.

All in all, the group routines went well.

Side note:  I want one of those “Brought It” shirts that Mimi and Calvin were wearing.

And I’m a size Medium, fyi.

The solo tryouts were when the nail biting really began.

Crystianna started out like a rockstar, but then froze in the middle of her routine.  When they started to play that slow music they used to play on Toddlers & Tiaras when the little nuggets stopped dead mid-finger kiss, I knew it wasn’t a good sign.

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She eventually recovered and wrecked the place, but I had a feeling it might have been too little too late.

Camryn started out with a slow, jazzy kind of swagger and then ended up going so fast that it blurred my HD screen.  You Betta Work B**ch.  And get yo’ Mama under control because she almost knocked Seloncé right outta her seat when she jumped up in the air during her Victory Pose.  That’s My Baby!!!!!!!

Did I forget to mention that Camryn also threw about 30 seconds of major shade at Tamia when she pointed out the key differences between executing proper ballet technique and just flicking your hair like you’re grinding on the hood of a Mustang in a music video?

Because she totally did that and it was awe-some.

Oh, snap.  Yeeeeeaaaah.  I think she gets it from her Mama.

Then it was Tamia’s turn to shine.  That girl can move.  And flick it.  My neck still hurts a little.  And then it all came down to Hair vs. Lyrical.  Experience vs. Potential.

And cupcakes vs. a Michael Kors bag.

Before Rittany flat lined and had to be carried out of the auditorium, Dianna announced the results.

All our girls made the Dancing Dolls team again this season.  No real surprise there.

Crystianna, despite her momentary blackout, made Drill Master.  Tamia and all her big hair made Head Co-Captain.  Camryn made regular Co-Captain, even though I still don’t know the difference.  But she’s young and has years to prove herself and explain the position to the rest of us.

Kayla is still Captain.  Miss D still don’t like colored lipstick.

And you still ain’t Nicki Minaj.

Yup.  Bring It! is back, y’all.

DD4L!

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Dance Moms Rewind Part 2: More Life Lessons And Helpful Tips From The Pages Of The ALDC Survival Guide.

June 25th, 2014

Pssst…

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Wait.  What?  Are you messing with me?
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Dance Moms is back?  Really?  OMG.  Shut.  Up.

fDaXui9Because that would be totally…

tumblr_n08yj1TcVT1trnwyzo1_500It’s no secret I’ve been a little off my game without my show.  More than a little, maybe.

Tumblr_mls5srHy611rrhylyo2_500Hold up.  Got a little too excited.  You’re telling me that there’s still one month to go…?

abby-lee-miller-dance-moms-shaking-head-faceSeriously?  Another month?

tumblr_n0fpjabors1ql5yr7o1_500I mean, really.  I don’t.

tumblr_m324l7IK1Y1qml33sBut I guess this gives us time to reflect on a few more lessons learned at the ALDC.

159157603dd2f4e278f6a980c398fabcLike when Abby taught us how to land a man.

tumblr_mgxmj4pdcO1s1k0b4o1_500You know dat’s rite, gurl.

tumblr_lruudm0ev61qziwr5Werk it.  But also know when to draw the line before that s*** gets nasty.

tumblr_mad73adwWl1rgsnbgo1_500Dr. Holly taught us that a sassy new hairdo can kick up any outfit a notch or two.

hollyThe whole makeover process is fairly simple, actually.

tumblr_m83gteIgRi1ql5yr7o1_400That first one probably deserves repeating.

fix-that-face-sheree1And I don’t think we need another discussion about getting a sistah’s hair wet, do we?

giphy-5Yup.  I think we’re done here.

Dance-moms-season-3-episode-13-holly-wrapKelly taught us anger management. But be careful what you say, honey…

tumblr_lxm6b5BEVs1qmsq6v…cuz you never know who’s listening.  (She totally heard you.)

giphy-6That’s why sometimes it’s easier to just fake it.  No one will ever know.

tumblr_malve13KLP1ql5yr7o1_400Proper nutrition is also key, no matter when and where you can get it.

Cathy_PizzaYou just need to know where to look.

tumblr_maxoawsY4f1ql5yr7o1_400It’s also important to stay well hydrated.

dancemomsInternally.  And apparently, externally as well.

tumblr_mt0qdenTrg1ql5yr7o4_250And when all else fails…just make it rain up in here, bitches. (Photo via MomCrush.com)

dance-moms-090313-62So I guess now we just need to hold it together for one more month.

Tumblr_static_chlo1212Focus on something.  Keep ourselves busy.  Dance Moms will be back soon.

giphy-7I told Lifetime to stop screwing around and now they’re putting our show back on the air.

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