Parents Hut Disney FamilyFun (1-year auto-renewal)

Family Fun (1-year auto-renewal)

What does family fun mean to you? Crafts? Recipes? Party ideas? Travel tips? FamilyFun magazine dishes up these and more boredom-defying activities in over 180 splashy, colorful pages. Geared toward parents with young children, this energetic magazine promises to enrich the lives of families. Offering a "we've been there, we know" sort of comfort to parents, folksy first-person articles let parents know they're not alone.

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Lonnie Walker concert at Daytrotter Studio on 07 Dec 10

The way that the song “Teenage Poem” moves us is special. It’s that simple. It’s a standout, plain and easy. It’s in one of those rare ways, getting to us with words, with subtle melodies, with a coming of age story, with groove that feels like a southern California skyline during high tide, when the first glass of wine is starting to settle in, with a penetrating guitar stroke and with a fucking story that evolves and gets us into a refreshing bit of nostalgia, even if we can’t relate. We can pretend. We can act as if we’re one of the stoners in the song or we’re one of the lovelorn kids that Lonnie Walker lead singer Brian Corum introduces us to, amidst the bending strings and the talks of prose and horny girls and boys. We can be invested in the shady nights going on underneath the noses of countless parents, with their children off, doing who knows what and building themselves their first identities – the scary and unwritten future that we’ll someday have to experience ourselves should we decide have babies of our own. Corum sings of sneaking out of the house and of a 15-year-old girl discovering herself, wearing high heels, low-cut shirts and getting out there in the world as someone she takes to be a woman, or what she imagines should be taken as a women. She feels it and all the boys looking at her – here with the backdrop of a summer vacation sort of temperature and pumping hearts throwing messy rushes of hyper, sexed up blood through all of the boys with pulses – feel it too. It’s as natural as grapes ripening, but that doesn’t mean they’re ready to be smashed and turned into a wine suitable for any discerning palette. Corum, whose band hails from Raleigh, N.C., sings, “She goes to parties/Goes to shows/She likes to think she is full-grown/Boys, lay off your teenage poems/And leave the horny girls alone/Cause she can’t control where his mind’s going???/Girls, step off your teenage throne and leave your horny boys alone.” We hear this growing up story as an

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