Yesterday, I heard about this story. A scuba diver was literally choking to death and drowning. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a beluga whale grabbed her legs and pushed her to the surface. It saved her life. How many times have you felt yourself going under, only to have someone unexpectedly push you to the surface too? God is great!

A little unexpected lift from a friend!

Yilkes! What has Madge done to her once healthy-looking, toned body? Yesterday, the tabloids flashed this picture of her guns. Scary! I admit that I admire her disciplined, workout routine, but has she gone too far? I put it to the Cydney test. The outcome? My daughter gave an enthusiastic “Ewww”! I would have to agree. What’s your take? Careful! Shield impressionable children’s eyes!

OK–She can probably open plenty of jars!!

I like the reality dating shows, I do! I don’t know whyeither! I try to rationalize it and it makes no sense. I am an educated woman and yet I eat up in the produced matches the network’s spoon feed me on a regular basis. I just came off of my “Bachelorette” high, and I was fairly satisfied albeit disappointed at Jillian’s choice. But now the Fox Network executives have the hook in my lip again and they have caught my interest for tonight’s entry: “More to Love”. Am I the only fairly reasonable woman who likes to mindlessly escape into fantasy-meets-contrived-love-land? Here’s a tease for you for tonight’s entry: Enjoy or Don’t!

\”More to Love\”

If you loved Toto’s “Africa”, you’ll love this! Enjoy!

Toto by Perpetuum Jazzile

As the investigation into the death of Michael Jackson rolls on, there appears to be increasing evidence that Michael’s end may have come at the hands of the very people he paid to take care of him. The LAPD is currently circling its wagons around the many doctors who catered to his need for the painkillers, and especially the last one to see him alive, Dr. Conrad Murray.

Dr. Murray was on Michael’s payroll to the tune of $150,000 per month. What a greedy, sinister man! Whether or not he was guilty of injecting the final syringe that killed Michael remains a mystery. The investigators may or may not prove that ultimately. But, the real guilt is that Michael was kept pickled by a multitude of greedy, so-called doctors, who benefitted from his weakened state. They kept him going and they kept him dependent on them while their bank accounts swelled. That is simply criminal! I get more sad each time another layer of the onion is peeled back revealing how victimized he was. There are so many sick, greedy people who preyed on him. What do you think the investigation will reveal? I think my supposition is pretty on target.

It should come as no surprise that my very hairy greek cohort in the morning is not a fan of manscaping: a man’s practice of grooming his body. For a man of his advanced hairiness, the prospect of losing that cloak must be a bit scary. It is all he has known. The confusion in where to start or stop must be daunting if not just frightening in itself! So we will exclude Dino as a point of reference.

Still, the topic floats out there for other men who might be better candidates, and for the women who love them. Should a man shave his body hair? My vote is not necessarily. Too hairy? To me that is a bit of turnoff (no offense Dino!). Shaved clean? To me that is a bit of a turnoff too. So, somewhere in between there is a happy medium. Look like a man-that’s OK…just trim the out of contol chest, neck, arms, etc. That’s just my solitary viewpoint -take it or leave it. But, if you need further convincing then I’ll make you a deaL. When I enter the infamous change one day in the not so distant future, if you don’t trim yours, when I start to get quills I won’t trim mine! Ha! DEAL?

Blogging isn’t always easy. Many times I am scraping for topics because I feel talked out after blabbing all morning. So, for the sake of blogging regularity, I thought a stream of thoughts might suffice today:
*A child was just found in an environment in a trailer where she had her toes chewed off by a rat and the worst the parents will likely get is neglect and child endangerment charges. It makes me sick! Sterilize these misfit parents! I’m tired of seeing children hurt!
*I love Hell’s Kitchen even though I know it is partially staged!
*Everybody talks about everybody–sadly that’s the way it is so don’t fret.
*Men say they like strong, competent women but secretly they don’t—I’m convinced!
*I love this stage of my life…climbing back up the steep hill was hard but worth it. Learning to forgive is key.
*Random thoughts need vocalized more…otherwise they are just voices in your head! (more voices to come!)

My seventeen year old son, Graham, (yes, I have a boy who is going to be a senior!) was in a soccer tournament with his high school team this past weekend. This should have been a typical soccer weekend but instead this was the first time I have had to confront a real scare as he fell to the ground and writhed in pain during a game. I watched from the sidelines as he came down wrong and hyper-extended his knee backward under his full body’s weight. Immediately he fell, and the tears came down as he tore clumps of grass from the ground. He was in a great deal of pain.
The mom in me wanted to race right out there and hold him and comfort him. The abiding parent in me had to sit patiently on the sidelines while the trainers and coaches reviewed his injury. It was a helpless feeling!
He did come off the field standing with the support of the trainer. I met him there and fought back my own tears watching my brave boy fight back most of his while he wiped others sheepishly away.
He will be OK, the knee will get looked at further, and hopefully that moment will be replaced by happier, soccer times this year .
Still, I can’t help but carry a bit of the “Mom wants to fix it and make it better”, feeling. I guess that’s just something that never goes away-and that’s just fine with me!

Have you had the chance to watch the behind-the-scenes Michael Jackson video from US Weekly ? The horrific video is a totally different view of the moment his hair caught on fire during the 1984 Pepsi shoot–a ten second moment that may have led him to a life of painkiller addictions. He suffered second and third degree burns, and began a process of plastic surgery to repair the damages. Some say he was basically bald at his death as a result of the scars. Watch it for yourself and let me know if you feel a sense of sympathy with the man at just how this may have changed the course of his life.

I am not happy with Harry Potter today. Harry Potter has made me a delirious mess of a woman today! No, not because I caught a midnight premiere of the new installment last night. I am delirious because my son caught a midnight showing!

As you may guess, I get up early for work each day-3:30 to be exact. Sleep is always a precious commodity for me and typically a gift I rarely get. So, when Graham announced a couple of weeks ago that he and his girlfriend were planning to go to the midnight show, deep down I cringed a bit. I knew his fun meant my sleepless night. You see, I am and always will be, one of those parents who can’t sleep soundly until the kids are in the house and in bed. I come by it naturally; my parents were exactly the same!

Last night, I tossed and turned, and I stared at the clock hoping that somehow he would get in the door quicker and I would still salvage a bit of sleep. The last time I remember looking at the alarm clock’s taunting glare was 3:00.

Suddenly, at 3:30, I was jarred from sleep by my nemesis the alarm and I sprang from my comfortable nest straight into a state of panic! “Where was Graham?”, I cried!  ”It’s time for me to get ready for work!!!”

I called his phone…he picked up and then hung up! I did it again….he did it again! I was confused. Was he in the movie still? Where was he? I have to get ready to leave! Why would he not come home? I rang again….he did the same thing again!

Finally, I rang his phone, but this time I heard an echo down the hall. I followed the noise only to find him already in bed in his room with the phone ringing next to his ear.  He had been home sleeping! Vigilant me didn’t hear him come in, and worse still, he said we talked when he came in! I have no recollection of that whatsoever!

So, needless to say, I was one tired and still very confused  Momma today! Harry Potter you are a sleep snatching wizard!