For a recent birthday I was given an anti-aging product. Something called an intensive treatment for face and neck - a ceramide advanced time complex (what the heck does that mean anyway?).

I can now report that the bags under my eyes are noticeably plumper.

But really, is there any other kind?

Anyway, I was shopping the other day and came across the “Girls’ Favorite CD-Rom Pack” (or something to that effect), which included the game “My Fantasy Wedding.”

Need I say more?

I went to my very first ever dance competition today to watch my daughter tap dance.

One of the competitors was very scantily clad and I couldn’t help but wonder what is in the mind of a mom who lets her 9-year-old dress like a skank?

Why is it that when anyone says “no offense but …” you know you have to brace yourself?

I wonder about myself sometimes. Today, the kids were upstairs watching TV while I was downstairs working. I had to go to the bathroom, so went to do my thing but purposely left the bathroom door open. My logic here was that if the kids needed me in an emergency I would be readily available to them.

But I got to thinking, okay, suppose the unthinkable happens and an intruder burst into our home. Would I then leap from the toilet to rescue my children? The sight and smell of me, at that point, would surely be enough to scare anyone away!

One of the moms at my girls’ dance studio walked in with newly dyed black hair the other day and it dawned on me that I have no idea what to call a person with black hair. I mean, we have “blonde, brunette, redhead” but what about those of us with black hair? We can’t seriously be blackheads, so what are we? Help me out with this one please people!

I recently had some x-rays taken of my teeth on my latest visit to the dentist.  You know, where they stick that giant cardboard thing in your mouth, cover your body from the neck down in a giant lead bib, and the dental hygienist physically leaves the room while she zaps you?  It got me to thinking.  Why is it that they don’t protect your head (okay, I’m thinking specifically your brain here) in any way?  They are willing to protect practically your entire body, the hygienist heads for the hills, but they don’t protect your brain!  I don’t get it.

Which makes me wonder how super moms can do so much. It’s almost time to go pick up the kids from school and I feel as though this has been a day where nothing has been accomplished. I exercised, coffeed, went to the doctor, filled a prescription, and shopped for dinner. That took the whole day!

Maybe I need to re-frame my thinking. I did my body a lot of good by exercising, my soul a lot of good by having coffee with the gals, worked on my diabetes and general health by going to the doctor and filling the prescription properly, and tended to my family by shopping for dinner. The weather and mountains were gorgeous and I feel lucky to be alive. What a day it has been!

“Ring ring. Hello? Oh, hi. I’m behind your car number 4569 right now. I just wanted to let you know that his driving seems to be pretty good. Took that last left turn a little slowly but other than that seems just fine. Thanks for asking.”