Rock Camp Dates Announced!

 

 

I realize not all of you are in the L.A. area. Heck, some of you aren’t even in America. And some of you aren’t of the lady variety either. So this post may not be at all relevant to you…

 

Rock Camp dates have been announced! Ladies Rock Camp dates and enrollment info can be found here. This powerful weekend provides the opportunity for adult ladies to get their inner rock star on, all while providing scholarship money for a girl to attend summer camp.

 

Rock Camp dates for girls can be found here. This amazing week is designed to empower girls through music. Those of you who know me are more than aware of my commitment to this non-profit and all it does for girls. I am so blessed to have been a part of it the last 4 summers and I’m already excited about this year! If you have a young girl in your life (between the ages of 8 and 17), please look into this. I have witnessed amazing growth in Rock Camp attendees. Honestly, I don’t have enough superlatives to fully express my love for this non-profit. It is more amazing than I can say. You just have to trust me on this.

 

And please, please, please pass this on to anyone you know in the L.A. area who might be interested. Grown women, little girls – share, share, share! You’ll be making someone very happy. And you’ll be producing good karma, to boot. Woo-hoo!

Mr. Bill

 

 

I was cruising Ventura Boulevard recently and spotted Mr. Bill Murray on the boot of the car in front of me.

 

I love Bill Murray. I do. I first fell for him when I was a wee lass, sneaking up late at night to watch Saturday Night Live. Most of the jokes were beyond my single-digit age, but I still laughed. A lot. I wasn’t crushing on Bill Murray or anything. I just liked him. He seemed approachable. My young mind trusted him.

 

When Mr. Bill left SNL and made his first movie, “Meatballs,” I went nuts for it. I still flippin’ love that movie. For all its dorkiness, it has so much heart. I like to think that if I’d ever gone to summer camp, it would have been that one. At least that’s the way I’ve always imagined it.

 

When I saw the sticker on this car, it made me smile. I don’t know a ding-dang thang about Bill Murray. He may be the most ordinary guy on the planet, or he may be a gi-normous freak. Either way, thoughts of him reside in a special place in my heart. Clearly, a Maxima driver in L.A. feels the same way.