In the last few days I have had a substantial increase in traffic to my website. The search string that brought this influx of traffic was “Taylor Hicks Girlfriend“. So, I decided to check it out and it seems that he has a new friend and her name is Caroline Lyders. If you’ve come here looking for that info, you can find it by clicking here.
Updated 5/31/07:
I talked to the surgeon this week. The conversation went something like this:
“Thank you for calling me Doctor. I have some fears and they’re probably nothing you haven’t heard before”.
“Maybe not, try me”.
“Well, the reason I never had a mammogram done before was that I thought the sequence of events would be that one minute you’re having a mammogram, then they find something, and before you know it, they’re lopping off a boob”.
“Oh God, I hope not. Boobs are much too important to lop off”.
“They are, aren’t they? The problem is, when I look at the sonogram, it appears to me that I’m harboring the twin towers in my breast and I don’t know how you are going to get those out without disfiguring me”.
He then kindly and patiently explained to me that the cut that would be made would be less than half an inch and that I wouldn’t even need to have stitches afterwards. Geesh, leave a girl and her imagination alone and look what you get.
He also explained that the benefits of early detection definitely outweighed the minimal scarring that would occur. Bless his heart, he even threw in the word “benign” a couple of times.
So, we’re moving forward. He’s even arranging for me to have it done just around the corner. They’ll be calling me with an appointment date next week.
Thanks for the comments and for the emails. Cyber-hand-holding is a comfort. I just want to get his over with, ’cause when it comes to stuff like this, I’m just a big fraidy cat.
Update: The biopsy is scheduled for the morning of June 12th, very close to home. I’m feeling a lot more relaxed about the whole thing now that disfigurement doesn’t seem to be on the agenda.
The suspense to find out who the next American Idol would be, was almost too much.
The show opened with Randy saying “Dude, I think it’s going to be a hot night”. He thinks he’s Paris Hilton. Everything is hot.
Gwen Stefani did her favorite song from her new CD. It was dreadfully dull, but she sang it while dressed up as a strawberry truffle, which was rather interesting. A truffle with black stockings and high heels.
Kelly Clarkson came out and shouted out a song. Thigh High boots were not a smart choice.
They did the Golden Idol Awards and Margaret Fowler won the first one. She was there in her oversized Tweety Bird outfit. They gave her much too much air time the first time.
What happened to Constantine Maroulis? Didn’t the dude used to be hot?
David Hasselhoff was smiling.
Up for the next Golden Idol award was the Best Buddies Award. We all knew who would win, and it wasn’t going to be Simon and Ryan or the tramp sisters, Antonella and Amanda. It was good to see Jonathan Jayne and Kenneth Briggs again. Okay, it was really creepy to see them again, although Jonathan seems like a nice kid having a good time. Kenneth is Circus material. X-Files Circus material. Ryan says that American Idol sponsored a Bush Baby at the Milwaukee Zoo under the name of Simon. That’s kind of funny if it’s true. They have a Bush Baby at the Milwaukee Zoo, but no mention on the zoo’s website of it being named Simon.
Ryan gave Jordin and Blake keys to their brand new Ford Mustangs.
The suspense was really getting to me. Who would win?
Carrie Underwood slowed down the pace with another boring song. At some point she was dressed as a moth.
Clive Davis came out and said that American Idol was a franchise and the contest was a sham and it didn’t matter who won, because even an a conceited asshole like Chris Daughtry, who was voted off before Elliot Yamin, can come in and knock the current Idol, Taylor Hicks, right out of the playing field by selling a bazillion records against the two records Taylor Hicks sold. Or something like that.
He talked about Fantasia and the camera focused on Smokey Robinson. I guess when Smokey wears a pair of earrings, he’s a dead ringer for Fantasia.
Then there was Sanjaya backed up by Joe Perry. The little girl who cried was in the audience. She was crying. Maybe because she knew she was the butt of so many jokes, or perhaps they just pepper sprayed her again.
Green Day was more boring than the boring acts before them. They sang Working Class Hero and the lyrics to the song were:
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Taylor Hicks. Smooth. He looked good and I woke up a bit.
Jordin finally got to sing with someone who made her look normal sized. I had no idea Rubin was so huge. I wanted to see him stand next to Blake.
The suspense was unbearable.
Bette Midler. Oh my. She sounded like an old lady. Okay, she’s 60 something, but you don’t expect someone heading to Vegas to take over from Celine to sound like an old lady, you know? That little twirl of the leather skirt was scary, not sexy.
Talking of Scary, Randy and Paula danced to Wind Beneath My Wings.
Kelly Clarkson came out and shouted out Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Heartclub Band.
Carrie Underwood sang She’s Leaving Home wearing a dress she must have borrowed from Haley Scarnato’s wardrobe.
Cool commercial for the movie Transformers. I want to see it. I wanted to see it that very minute instead of the watching Idol. I have to wait until July.
It finally gets to the end of the show and we hear the judges opinions one more time for no particular reason.
Simon goosed Paula. Why? Because he can.
I need to know who won!!
The winner is Jordin. I am shocked, just shocked. Oh wait, I’d already checked the results before I watched the show. There was no suspense. Only dullness and boredom.
Blake is relieved that he’s not the one who’s first hit song is going be “This is My Friggin’ Now”.
Jordin sings it.
Group Hug. Shows Over.
This is My Now. That song won the songwriting competition? If the winner of American Idol is the contestant who was able to sing the sappy song the best, it will be Jordin. Poor Blake did his best, but damn, that song was awful. AWFUL. Cringe-worthy.
There were 25,000 entries in this competition and this is what American Idol creator and producer Simon Fuller had to say about the winning entry:
“This song clearly resonated with the American Idol fans and was the clear winner of the Songwriter competition. Scott and Jeff wrote a song that speaks to why ‘American Idol’ is so popular – the pursuit and achievement of dreams and taking advantage of the moment.”
Gag.
Apart from that, the rest of the show was pretty lackluster. Jordin stuck to her same old boring routine, singing the same old boring songs in the same old boring way. Blake is much more fun, but he would have done better with Time of the Season over She Will be Loved, but apparently Blake doesn’t want to win American Idol.
Tomorrow, it’s over. Thursday So You Think You Can Dance starts again, which is much more entertaining and not nearly as annoying.
I never wanted to have a mammogram. My belief was that you went in for a mammogram and the next thing you know, they’ve found something and then they want more tests and then someone is poking around with a needle, or a scalpel or maybe even lopping off a boob or two.
I got talked into a mammogram by my gynecologist. I think I did it more to put her mind at rest as she seemed concerned that I had never had one before. She’d examined my breasts and felt nothing of concern. I wasn’t concerned at all since I never planned to have a mammogram. Never.
So, I went for the mammogram. It wasn’t at all as I had expected. The procedure was painless.
Then I received a phone call. They had found something of “concern” in my right breast and wanted me to have a follow up sonogram. Uh-huh.
The sonogram was actually quite pleasant, other than the fact that I didn’t realize I would have to provide the sound for the sonogram. Holding a note while a bespectacled man moved an implement over my breast, which was smothered in warm jell, had me wondering if it might be a reality show – a kind of Candid Camera, in really bad taste. But then I realized he was seeing something, there was actually something there to sonogramed and the reality made me break a cold sweat.
Then the next phone call came. “You need to have a biopsy. They’ve determined there are abnormalities in your breast”. Not an abnormality…. abnormalities. It’s already scheduled for the following Monday.
The week passes and I go to see the surgeon. I’m nervous, because I’m expecting a biopsy, but it’s another exam to see if he thinks I need a biopsy. I explain to him that I had an accident several years ago and my right breast was severely bruised and it was probably just scar tissue from the accident. “Probably” doesn’t cut it and he examines the sonogram and examines me. First the left breast to determine how the normal one feels and then the abnormal breast, then female intern examines my breasts too.
I wish for an out of body experience.
He decides I need the biopsy and there will have to be two incisions as there are two different “masses”. I have choices , but they both involve surgery - incisions. They look at me for my decision. I just want to go home. So I do, armed with literature about breast cancer.
I examine my own breasts. They feel the same as they always feel, but I really don’t think I want my breasts to be touched ever again.
I do nothing, nothing at all.
My Doctor calls. She’s sympathetic and understanding. I tell her I don’t understand why they said they would remove the “masses” even if they were benign and that I don’t like the idea of them getting in there and scooping out perfectly good boob material. She laughs and tells me this is something I need to ask the surgeon.
A friend who has had numerous abnormal mammograms that turned out to be false alarms, said to me recently “the problem is that now you can’t unknow this information”. It’s true, I can’t unknow this, but I don’t know what to do.
The surgeon just called. I didn’t pick up the phone.
What would you do?
Updated 5/17/07:
What was going on with Simon and Paula last night? They were sharing little inside jokes and being touchy-feely. Even Ryan Seacrest seemed out of the loop last night, or perhaps Simon was right and Ryan was drunk?
Paula may have managed to stay away from her stash of pills for most of the season, but as it creeps towards the end of this seemingly endless season of American Idol, it doesn’t look like she’ll make it through. She obviously took something last night that made Simon look good to her.
Does Randy Jackson know that he didn’t invent the phrase “Check it out” and that he says it at totally inappropriate times? He’d be cool if he wasn’t trying so hard to be cool.
American Idol was a better show last night. No Lakisha displaying her lack of personality. No charity pledges, no guest mentor’s ass to kiss, just the final three showing us what they’ve got.
Blake performing three songs was a real treat. “Roxanne”, “This Love” and “When I Get You Alone”. All three songs were well suited to his style and he seemed in his comfort zone last night.
Ryan asked Blake who would play him if they made a movie about his life and Blake replied that it would be Jim Carrey. Ryan said “because you’re so tall” referring to Blake’s small stature against the 6’2” Carrey. Never mind that Jim Carrey is 45.
Jordin is a very talented young girl, but I’m just not a fan. She’s huge and yet she dresses in babydolls. Definitely not the look for a linebacker. I feel like I’ve seen and heard it all before when it comes to her style of singing. The arrangement of “Wishing on a Star” was disappointing. I’m sure she could have done that song justice. When she sang “I Who Have Nothing”, she made my vocal cords hurt.
Melinda really pulled out the stops last night and she’s finally managed to look like she’s accepted the fact that she’s popular.
Who’s going to win? I have no clue, but Blake is still my favorite.
Greg Barber thinks “viewers will sling Blake out in a cardboard beatbox” tonight. For more on his take on American Idol, check it out at ReadExpress.
Update: Hey Greg, looks like Blake is riding his Cardboard Beatbox into the finale of American Idol! I’m going to be so happy when this season is over. Greg Barber’s full recap of last night’s show is worth a read.
Not much to say about American Idol, since most of this weeks show was showing us what we watched last week. The best thing about American Idol at this point is that it’s almost over. I am glad Blake Lewis is still in the running, but I’m clueless as to why LaKisha is still there.
Melinda Doolittle has pulled out of her shell and looks less like a turtle each week.
Is Jordin a giant, or is Ryan Seacrest a little person?
Next week Barry Gibb is the guest mentor. Torture.
