First of all, NO.  And I can’t believe that I actually made this the title of my post, but it’s a scream, y’all!  So, let me explain so that a) you don’t think that I speak or write as incoherently as the title reads (well, that’s questionable at times), and b) you don’t think that someone seriously asked that question of me…because, really people, can you say mosquito bites?

Anyhoo, let me just share with you non-bloggers a little secret.  This is part of my ’splainin, so just hang in there.  Because I am the writer and moderator of my blog (duh, right?), I get to view my blog stats, and I also get to delete any comments that I warrant evil or disturbing.  Not that I get any of those.  So, blog stats show how many hits my site gets each day, if a link to my blog was clicked from someone else’s blog, if I’m referenced in someone else’s blog, and if my site was found via an Internet search. 

Stick with me people, because today?  My site was stumbled upon by someone (pervert!) via an Internet search.  And do you want to know what the search was for?  Prepare yourselves, because here it is in all its glory…

“did lulu have a boob job done” 

Uh hum.  And here it is for your own eyes…

Now normally I would be like, huh?  Wha?  But because I am a fan of American Idol (it’s a sick obsession I cannot overcome), I know that Lulu, a 1960s British Invasion singer, performed on American Idol Wednesday night.  And let me just say that if I look like that when I’m pushing 60, I’ll be pretty damned pleased with myself.  So, obviously someone (pervert!) was searching to find out if Lulu’s “girls,” which were fairly exposed that night I might add, are in fact real.  So, now I’m deeply troubled that the person who took the time to search on ”did lulu have a boob job done,” actually clicked on to my site, looking to find his (or maybe her?) information.  All that I can say is, sorry, sicko.  Move along.  No boobs to be seen here.  But the pictures of GR might be worth taking a gander at.

Okay, so now that I’ve mentioned boobs in this post umpteen-hundred times, I can only imagine the type of traffic that I’m going to end up getting today.  Hmm…strange, creepy men scouring my site?  Maybe the title wasn’t such a grand idea.

But, since we are on the subject of boobs, I just want to remind you that today is Women Are Fantastic Friday!  Woo-hoo!  Sophie is shrinking in her seat right now, I just know it.  I’m telling you, Soph, today might just be the day that you remove my link from your blogroll!  I’m just saying…

So, I have several victims candidates for today’s meme.  And here they all are…

So, just who are all of these girls?  Well, they’re my extended family of aunts and cousins (along with my mom, sister, niece, and grandmother).  A lot of estrogen in one room, huh?  Actually, four of my cousins, also girls, are missing from this picture.  And in the distance I hear someone asking, “So, are there any boys in the family?”  To which I answer, no.  We’ve been knocking them off one by one for years now. 

Okay, not really; however, it was once mentioned to me by a friend that if she had this many family members, she would have to start knocking some off.  And I did feel like that, oh, about two months ago when I was trying to organize and coordinate a cruise for 10 of us girls (see I told you that Lulu is a coordinator…).   

So, the 10 of us (2 aunts, my mother, my sister, and 5 cousins) are all going on a cruise in June, right after Gus graduates from high school.  You see, quite a few of Gus’s friends are going on this same cruise (yes, with parents), and he wanted to go, too.  However, Mama Lulu is not exactly ready to turn her 17-year old son loose on a cruise boat filled with debauchery and good times without me going along to fret over the debauchery and good times.  Because said son is an angel, and has never been subjected to such immorality. 

So, I told him that the only way that he could go is that if I (and nine of his “girl” relatives, which includes his grandmother) could go along.  Could I possibly impose any more humiliation upon a 17-year old young man?  Anyway, he’s got another friend going along with him, and I booked a cabin for them far, far away from mine, so all is good.   And it will all be grand fun.  And maybe a bit chaotic.

But anyway, as you can see from the picture, we’re all very smooshy and close, and I’m not quite sure what I would do without all of them in my life.  My mother has one sister and three brothers, and between them all, they have 12 children and 7 grandchildren (of which only 4 are boys).  We’ve all pretty much grown up together–some of us taking vacations together, the occasional girl’s night out, holidays, birthdays, graduations (because there seems to be one every couple of years now), weddings, one particular bachelorette party during Octoberfest, and the list could just go on and on.

They are all fantastic in their own little way, and I love them all.

Happy Friday, y’all!  Oh, and I promise to have a new Lulu Wants to Know poll up at some point this weekend.  And I swear that it won’t be, “Did Lulu Have a Boob Job Done?”