No makeup? No way!

My daughter woke up today, complaining that one of her eyes hurt.

It did look a bit swollen around the edge. My hubby declared that it must be the makeup and give her face, and eyes a rest for the day. Go to school w/o makeup, he declared.

My daughter gave me this stricken look over his shoulder. He might have just suggested she run naked through the lunchroom.

"Well, maybe you can use my foundation and mascara today, I just bought them," I said.

She quickly snatched said makeup out of my hand - after first making sure that her father had left the house - and started working on her face.

I'm so pretty

Reading as usual before I go to bed, and as usual, the daughter plops on my bed to talk about boys.

How, now, that she's dumped Anthony, the other are starting to circle around and drool. There's the faithful friend guy, the guy from the other high school who is "the bomb" and another guy that's been drooling from afar for about a year. Plus others.

"I'm considered the bomb at school," she brags.

"Well, being smart, and kind is more important than looks, tho you have those too," I said, rolling my eyes at her unabashed vanity, that she only shows to me at these times.

"Yes, but it's nice being pretty too," she pouts.

Flirting and football

Came in to the house tonight to find 3 girls in the bathroom, J's volleyball buddies, all taking a shower, putting on makeup or straightening their hair.

We keep pointing to the clock, but they didn't care. Being perfect was more important for the first game of the season than being on time.

Compliments, when are they creepy?

That was buzzing through my mind this am, as I was driving Jennifer to school.

A 20-something in a pickup truck rolled down his window, and seemed to want to talk to us as we were pulling up to 15th St, one of Auburn's main roads. Thinking he was wanting directions, J. obliged, although my spidey sense was tingling at this time. He just said, she was really beautiful, rolled up his window and drove on.

My daughter looked stunned, and then quickly flipped down the vanity mirror to check herself out. I chuckled. And then said a prayer the guy wasn't a stalker around the school.

When I was 18 or so, a similar thing happened to me in LA, when I was visiting my brother. Guys whistled at me, while we were in the car, to which my bro put his arm protectively around me, and flipped them off.