It’s the day you’ve waited for all year. I hope your Christmas was everything you had dreamed it would be, full of love and many wonderful surprises.

One of the biggest surprises I had was discovering a girl named Bianca Ryan. My 14-year-old happened to hear her singing on the radio yesterday. I had never heard of her before. “Who’s Bianca Ryan?” Surprise, surprise . . . she is a 12-year-old singing phenomenon who won “America’s Got Talent” last year -- at age 11! She came out of nowhere . . . her father didn’t even know she could sing! And when I saw her videos on YouTube, I was astounded at the confident, rich, mature voice coming out of a girl so young. She’s like the Josh Groban of girls.

Enjoy this Christmas miracle-of-a-singer . . . and remember, she’s ONLY 12!! Two great links for you:

    Sometimes, you come across something that so completely resonates with you, that you feel as though it were heaven-sent. That’s how I felt when I first watched this video. Without giving it away, this wonderful, brilliant, wise and witty woman summed up my life in less than 3 minutes. I laughed hysterically, but more important, I felt the kinship with other mothers that I so desperately need at times to get me through my day.

    I apologize if you’ve seen this before. But even if you have, it’s worth watching again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxT5NwQUtVM

I love quotes. I collect them like some lonely, old women collect cats – it just makes me feel good to have them around. Some quotes I have hanging on my walls or sitting on my nightstand. Mostly, though, I carry them around in my head, ready to be called upon whenever I need a lift or some momentary inspiration.

One of my favorite quotes is: “Never die with the music still inside you.” It reminds me of how important it is to use the gifts that God gave you and always try to achieve your personal best. Or how about, “Ships are safest in the harbor. But that’s not what ships are made for.” I keep that quote top-of-mind whenever I’m afraid to try something new. And Eleanor Roosevelt’s “No one can make you feel inferior without your permission” is the most sage advice I can hear during moments of insecurity. Just for fun: “Good things in life are free. Like me on a Saturday night.” And: “Opportunity’s knocking at my door. But mother won’t let him in.”

Do you have a favorite quote? By all means, share it with us! In exchange for your wisdom, click on this link for a wonderful treat:

http://www.greatquotesmovie.com/

OK, just when I thought the world couldn’t get any more screwed up, with lunch-time boob jobs and making condoms available to 12-year-olds . . . along comes the G-shot party.

I wrote my very first blog about G-shots back on March 31st of this year. I didn’t get it then and I still don’t get it now. For those of you who haven’t read that blog, here’s a little refresher course:

The G-shot is an office procedure in which a woman’s G-spot (that elusive part of a woman located somewhere behind the pubic bone that, when stimulated, produces intense orgasms) is injected with a collagen-based substance. The G-shot increases the size of the woman's G-spot to amplify arousal during sex. The creators of the G-shot (men, of course, since they’re the ones who can’t seem to find the G-spot) claim that in clinical studies, “87% of women who had the G-shot reported enhanced sexual arousal and gratification.”

Back to the truly unbelievable part: Somewhere out there in the world of Tupperware and Magic Chef parties are now G-shot parties! I had always thought Botox parties were a bit strange – “Come on over, have a pinwheel sandwich, a margarita and get some partial paralysis in your face.” So how does the G-shot party work? You walk in, mingle with a few other women, talk about your kids, dunk some chips in dip, drink SEVERAL glasses of wine, and then sneak away to a private bedroom where a G-shot salesperson armed with a syringe asks you to put your legs in his portable stirrups?? Even if this person was an OB-GYN, he’s not MY OB/GYN and it would feel just a tad-bit awkward, don’t you think? And what does he do with the used syringe? Throw it in a party bag labeled “Medical Waste?”

It must be even more bizarre after the injection. Now that your G-spot is “amplified,” the last thing you want to do is go back to the party and hang out with women. I’d think you’d want to get home as quickly as possible to “share” this experience with your significant other.

Anyway, I’m not even going to post a hyperlink to all this nonsense. If you’re that interested in a ridiculous G-shot party, I’d suggest -- like the whole G-spot quest, in general -- you find the site on your own.

    Ladies, if you could please put down that eggnog and second slice of fruitcake for just one moment, I have some exciting news for you:

    Self Magazine has named Orange County the “Most Fit” region in the nation on the 2007 list of the “Best Places for Women.”

    How about that? I just want to thank all those energetic, self-sacrificing gals out there – sisters united – who got up at the crack of dawn to sweat it out at boot camp, and ran 2 miles a day on their treadmill and fought rush-hour traffic to get to their evening aerobics classes on time (sorry I cut you off!) . . . so I didn’t have to. See? It doesn’t matter that I have been a real sloth this last year, sitting mostly on my butt in front of a computer because you’ve worked hard enough for all of us sloths – about 1.5 hours a week dedicated to pure exercise, says the study -- to make Orange County so terrifically toned.

    Researchers credit year-round beach visits as the reason we are so motivated to stay fit. I think it’s just our morbid fear of growing old. Either way, we were miles of bike trails ahead of Huntington, West Virginia, voted the least fit region in the nation.

    To read the survey in more detail, log on to self.com

    And who eats fruitcake anymore, anyway??