This Just In...

I tried. I really tried.

Thinking there might be something happening in the world that could be of greater interest to my readers than a daily account of my Mexican vacation, I went on a news site this morning. Christie Brinkley and her ex (her second ex, that is) have both gone public with the accusation that the other is a narcissist. Beauty ads are being banned left and right because Photoshop is being used to do what no face cream or mascara can. Republican presidential candidates are still making themselves and each other look ridiculous, and Obama is keeping a low profile. A Jet Blue pilot had a psychotic episode mid-flight, which was surprising to the CEO of the future defendant company, who insists the guy was never psychotic before.

Yes, the most newsworthy event of the past twenty-four hours is my surprise win in the water balloon contest at the pool. Somehow, I beat all the guys and my daughter -- who is still a bit cocky from her near victory in the football throw -- and snagged myself a free tee shirt. Not to mention the admiration of all the other chicks; I feel like Betty Friedan in a bathing suit. Actually, I kind of look like Betty Friedan in a bathing suit.

Me after my water balloon victory! No Photoshop, totally unretouched!

Today promises to be as eventful and exhausting as yesterday was. Beach yoga begins shortly, and I'm hoping the three Advil I washed down with my very weak coffee about an hour ago starts to kick in. I think the jet ski ride with my daughter driving did me in. Or maybe it was my rather graceless dismount, still a source of great amusement for her. (It's one of many items on the list she's compiling of "things to tell my siblings about mom;" right after the one about me almost walking face first into a wall. Don't ask.)

Another day, another adventure.  No worries -- I'll keep you posted.