• Caught a fish
• Slept on a houseboat
• Read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
• Watched the moon rise over mountains
• Ate too much
• Got a pedicure
• Saw Night at the Museum 2
• Bought a fabulous hat my family made fun of
• Fed a stingray. And a giraffe.
• Sat in a glider sipping coffee
• Saw stars 

So, like a gazbillion other people, I totally thought Adam should have won Idol, but I don't really mind because I think it's better to come in second than first, anyway.

But you know what I do mind? All the talk about how middle aged middle America just couldn't deal with the guyliner.

Huh?

I am middle aged middle America. Heck, I'm old enough to be a grandmother, even though I'm not one, but that's entirely due to me being a late bloomer, not to not being older than dirt. And the guyliner didn't bother me a bit. Because, hello. T Rex, anyone? Ziggy Stardust? These names ringing a bell? We invented glam rock. I dated guys who wore eyeliner, and we didn't give it cutesy metrosexual names.

You know what? Grandmas loved Adam, because he reminded them of the good old days, with pipes like Robert Plant and looks like David Bowie if he'd eaten a cheeseburger now and then. So quit blaming middle aged middle America. It's those uptight Gen Xers who can't deal.

This is not a DITL, because I slept until past 10:00 am. That's what the combination of tylenol PM and Husband having a screaming nightbear in the middle of the night will do to you. Sheesh, can that man have some scary dreams.

So, this is not a Day in the life, but more of a Moment in the life. Middle Daughter met some friends at Discovery Green, and we hung out too. But not with her friends, because she is a teenager and when you're a teenager hanging out with your friends and your parents at the same time is not nearly as cool as just hanging out with your friends.

It's a very nice park. It's only been open about a year, and I had never been. There was a live band and a market where I bought some wonderful hand-made soap using little wooden market tokens. I had to the buy the tokens. There is a pond, and several small gardens, and a playground, and a library, and a cafe where I had some yummy sweet potato fries.

It was windy.


 

Here is the link to my Komen 5K sponsor page.

The day I realized that I was pregnant with my youngest child, my mother had a mastectomy. The pregnancy wasn't planned. My mother didn't plan on getting cancer, either. Life is funny that way.

With my first pregnancy, I woke up one morning and my first thought was, I'm pregnant. I didn't have any pregnancy symptoms, but somehow I just knew. I lay in bed, thinking about the life growing inside me.

With my second pregnancy, I woke up the morning of my mother's mastectomy and my breasts hurt. My first thought was, I'm having sympathy pains. But then I just knew. I lay in bed, thinking about the tumor growing inside my mother.

My mother, as usual, had downplayed the whole thing. She mentioned in passing one afternoon that she had found a lump a few weeks before, and it was cancer, and she'd be having the breast removed. I think she wouldn't have brought it up it at all if she thought we wouldn't notice her being away for a few days. She didn't want us to bother going to the hospital, didn't want us to interrupt our routine for her.  Not a martyr, but ever practical and never sentimental. Not no effin' pussy, my mom.

At the hospital, I sat by my mother's bed while she nodded in and out of sleep after the surgery. I didn't mention the pregnancy, because I knew she would be mad at me. My first delivery had been complicated and scary, and I knew she didn't want me to risk another. But the thought of going through another labor and delivery didn't scare me. Like my mom, I'm not no effin' pussy, but there are a few things that can scare me. My mom getting mad at me. My mom having cancer.

That was eight years ago. Yesterday, my mother thanked me for being the kind of child that made motherhood fun. I think her memory is starting to go. Maybe she's starting to get just a smidge sentimental.

Today, I registered for a Susan B. Komen 5K. It's September 13th, in NYC. I'll be hooking up with my BFFs and some other online friends, most of whom have already done at least one 5K before. I am not a runner. I have no hope of getting a decent time. If I'm being realistic, I'm not entirely sure I can even walk 5K, especially if hills are involved. But I will. I will finish. Because I am no not effin' pussy, and because I'm walking for my mom.

I managed to trim my bangs without inadvertently (or advertently) mulletizing myself. Personal Best!

Why am I not posting? Someone tell me, please.

I have gotten sucked into reality tv again. What's worse, I am a total Adam Lambert fangirl, despite my initial dismissal of him as Emo Hair Guy. Which is I suppose fitting, considering last season I was initally creeped out by Jason Castro's dreds (I swear every time he sang I expected them to start waving around his head like tentacles. Which I should point out is not my normal reaction to dreds.) but grew to love him to pieces.

This year I'm wondering why they're even bothering to finish the season. I suppose anything could happen (Chris Daughtry, anyone?) but whenever Adam performs it's just obvious he's in a completely different league than the other contestants. I especially love his studio versions, because he understands the difference between performing live and recording in a studio.

On the show he's all rocker emo hair guy, but I would love for him to do something like this one week.

In non-idol-yet-still-reality-tv news, Husband and I just watched the premiere of The Cougar. I think I need to shower in lysol now. Husband thinks it's funny, what with me being so cougaresque and all. As if.

Middle Daughter turned sixteen yesterday. We had cake a my mom's house. And her boyfriend came, so we finally got to meet him.

I give him points for bravery. We can be an intimidating bunch, even when abiding by the very long list of rules Middle Daughter set forth. But he seemed very nice, and took us all in stride. His stride, by the way, is quite large, given the fact that he's 6'4". And a half.

Husband is still having difficulty with the whole boyfriend thing. I can't believe he was holding her hand right in front of us, he huffed. Poor Husband. He has a long road ahead of him, I think.

And for the record, if you catch that reference you're old.

I haven't meant to be so quiet. But work is crazy busy again and by the time I get in front of the computer my brain has just ejected every thought. I need to start writing myself notes, because I do think of stuff to blog about during the day.

I would promise to do better, but we both know I won't.

I'm always in search of hte lipstick that will change my life.

I'm pretty sure this isn't it.


But I can't decide if I like it at all. Be honest. I only paid five bucks for it, so if it's not a keeper, I don't mind tossing it.

This morning I turned on my cell phone to check for a Who is this? message and had a "could not deliver" message. Because when I updated my bffs phone number, I typed it in wrong.