Sometimes I feel so inadequate as a parent. I was never one who planned my children, planned what their lives would be like or how I would raise them.

I am the type who just got pregnant and then did the best I could with the resources I had. But I always tried to provide unconditional love and a security.

There are days when I feel so helpless in my ability to protect them from the bad things in life or to keep them away from the idiots (not you Savant)who can hurt them.

Today is one of those days and I just feel like screaming.

I have to go to the doctor tomorrow and it's not going to be fun. I have been avoiding this for a long time and I am really freaked out. I have imagined all kinds of horrible outcomes. Is it better to imagine the worst but not know, or to know the truth and have to live with the reality?

I wish I was not so crazy.

The other night H3 caught a glimpse of Tim McGraw on TV. Tim was wearing this cute little knit cap to cover his bald head. H3 mentioned that maybe he would get a cap like that. We both thought about it and agreed that he would look more like this:

Why are so many women so desperate for attention? I am not going to pretend that I don't like being the center of attention. In fact, my friends will tell you that I thrive on it. Maybe I am wrong but I would like to think that my need to feel special is not so over the top that it makes others gag.

For example, I have this friend who (like many of us) jots down his thoughts in a blog. Now this friend is a wonderful, funny, talented man and I feel lucky to know him. But, recently there have been strangers (supposedly women) commenting on his blog and the overtly sexual comments are a little freaky.

These women don't know him. For all they know he could be some sociopath that lives next door. At first I thought that maybe I was being silly and feeling territorial. But I mentioned it to another female friend of ours and she thought the blog comments were bizarre too.

Anyway, I don't know why I am hatin' on these "chicks" it just makes me crazy when women act so desperate.

This picture makes me laugh. I would love to know what was going on in Sophia Loren's mind? I love the way she was scowling at Jayne Mansfield's monster cleavage.

What do you think Sophia wants to say?

I've noticed that people joke about stalking each other on social networking sites like My Space. From what I can tell, you are stalking someone when you frequently go to their page to see if they have updated anything or you leave frequent comments or posts.

In that respect I am guilty of stalking. I check Twinkie's blog most days to see what she has to say and I am always looking at Meg Monster's page. But Meg & Twinkie are people I have real-world relationships with. Then there are my "online" friends like Kiddo and Julie who I met online and now regularly follow their blogs.

Is it odd to comment on a stranger's post? Do Kiddo and Julie ever wonder who this weird chick is or question if I am a stalker?

It's funny how we form a perception of someone based on what they write or what types of image they post. Some of us are very good at reading between the lines but others (no names mentioned) are not.

Since we interact with online "friends" based on who we think they are, what happens when the lonely single lady you have been forming a friendship with turns out to be some weird married dude? Is it still cool that he/she reads your blog each day or does it freak you out?

What happens if your harmless kitten turns out to be a hairy ape?