Just wanted to let you know that I’m going to turn off comments / close entries on the Mandisa giveaway at 9pm central tonight.

And no, I’m not actually giving away Mandisa.

Though I’m sure she’d love to hang out with any of you.

I’ll post the winners of the drawing tomorrow morning around 10am central.

In the meantime, I’ll leave you with this profound observation: venturing into a Chick Fil A parking lot around noon will put the integrity of your testimony in serious jeopardy. Because I was not filled with the Holy Spirit when it took me ten minutes to find a parking place.

I believe I actually glared at people.

And apparently I said “SWEET MERCY” a whole bunch, because Alex has been saying it ever since we made our fifth loop around the restaurant about 12:10 this afternoon.

He also tried to put two little boys on the Chick Fil A playground in jail.

It probably wasn’t our finest fast-food hour.

But never fear – I’m going to go cook supper, rediscover my joy, and put a smile on my face. In fact, the next time you see me I’ll be dancing through a lush, green meadow that’s filled with puppies, unicorns and rainbows.

Well, probably not unicorns. Because, well, they scare me.

Pointy horns, you know.

First thing.

Last night I wanted to write a post about, yay, ANOTHER CD, but I know y’all have endured plenty of music-oriented posts of late. So I had a bloggy brainstorm.

I created a new page here on the blawg – and you can access it by clicking over to the right where it says “Listening….” I started off by listing the three CDs that are in my heavy listening rotation right now. Maybe at some point I’ll work my way up to five.

I can make no promises since the only area in which I am ambitious is procrastination.

And I’ll still be blogging about music here on the main page, of course. But I have run across so much good music lately, and the Listening page will give me a nice, quiet corner to share it. So there.

Second thing.

This Friday (as in the day after tomorrow) my newest pretend-BFF Mandisa is going to be on “Regis & Kelly.”

Or, as my non-television-watching sister-in-law Rose refers to it: “Reggie & Kathleen.”

And I hear that a free song download will be available to the people watching the show.

I feel this is terribly exciting.

Third thing.

Last Saturday when I was in Steinmart(s) with Mama, Sister, et al, I made a comment that I was pleasantly surprised by all the cute, modest, feminine clothes for fall. For the first time in what seems like forever, I saw way more stuff that I would wear than stuff that I wouldn’t wear, and OH MY WORD AT THE CUTE SKIRTS.

Y’all know I love me a cute skirt.

Well, this morning Emma Kate sent me an email about something she’d seen on Fox News. I for one do not watch Fox News very often because of all the spinning, twirling graphics and crawling headlines, not to mention THE VERY LOUD ANCHORS that make me quite nervous because, you see, I live with A VERY LOUD CHILD, and one mama can only take so much of the loud.

(My parents, however, watch Fox News all day every day, and my mama even refers to Shepherd Smith as “Shep.”)

(Because she feels that they are friends.)

Anyway.

Emma Kate saw a story on Fox News (FOX NEWS! BANG WHIZ ZOOM! FOX NEWS! FAIR AND BALANCED! FOX NEWS! CUE THE DRUMS!) about how many young girls aren’t as interested in celebrity “fashionistas” because of Britney’s / Paris’ / Lindsey’s recent run-ins with the law. As a result, there’s a growing turn toward clothing that’s less provocative and more modest.

EK said that the Fox people mentioned a website called Pure Fashion in their story – and I thought some of y’all might be interested.

Also: I apologize that it took me eight paragraphs to work up to that one little link.

And that is all.

About a month ago I was talking to a couple of nice people who work at Mandisa‘s record label about giving away some CDs, and during the course of the conversation I said something along the lines of, “Hey, you know what? I would love to ask Mandisa some questions.”

LIKE I’M A JOURNALIST OR SOMETHING.

Much to my surprise, they didn’t hoot and guffaw at my idea – they totally made it happen.

And oh, were my questions for sweet Mandisa ever hard-hitting. Because any good journalist will tell you that the path to interviewing success is to ask your subject WHAT KIND OF MAKE-UP SHE LIKES.

I mean, Diane Sawyer has built her whole career on that very strategy.

Anyway, Mandisa was oh-so-gracious to answer all of my questions – and there was so much good stuff from her that I’m actually going to post the interview in two parts. Part One will be today, and I’ll post Part Two this Friday when I announce who has won the fabulous prizes.

What fabulous prizes, you ask?

Well, since Shannon is having the Dog Days of Summer Bloggy Giveaway this week, I thought it would be a great chance to give away five copies of Mandisa’s new book, Idoleyes – and ten copies of Mandisa’s upcoming full-length CD, True Beauty. To be entered in the drawing, all you have to do is leave a comment on this post.

And also: as you read the interview, be sure to notice that Mandisa actually mentioned Emma Kate in one of her answers – probably because I mentioned Emma Kate in one of the questions. But still. It’s really only a matter of time before Emma Kate has a t-shirt made that says, “MANDISA MENTIONED ME IN AN INTERVIEW, Y’ALL. ON THE INTERNET.”

So here’s part one.

Now tell me the truth, Mandisa: did you ever dare to dream that one day, as the result of a new book and a new CD, you’d have the opportunity to answer questions for a blog with a klassy name like “BooMama”?

Now I feel like my dreams have finally come true!!!

I’m a Southern girl by birth, and I know you’re a Southern girl by choice, so I think we need to get a few Southern girl questions out of the way. Ready?

– favorite brand of make-up?

MAC eye shadows & lip glosses and Estee Lauder’s Double Wear foundation.

– favorite place for BBQ?

My best friend Chandra’s dad’s house in Conway, AR. He can throw down!

– Coke or Pepsi?

I’m a Pepsi girl.

– favorite home-cooked meal?

Fried chicken, baked macaroni and cheese, collard greens, and corn bread…mmmmm!

– favorite place to shop?

Ashley Stewart

Another Terribly Important question: what do you use to clean your face? I ask because YOUR SKIN IS GORGEOUS, and I want to do whatever you’re doing. Rightthissecond.

Awww, thanks! I use Proactiv Solution because I have battled acne and this not only helps with that but gives my skin a really smooth surface.

All righty – now that the important stuff is out of the way, let’s talk about singing. Because you can’t just sing – you can SANG, and there is SUCH a difference.

I first heard you sing (SANG) at a Living Proof Live event in Knoxville back in 2005, and I hummed “Shackles” the whole way home – because YOU ROCKED IT. How did you first meet Travis Cottrell and the LPL praise team?

I used to work in the customer service department of LifeWay Church Resources and would sing in their chapel services occasionally. One year they were having a spring revival featuring special guest Travis Cottrell and they put together a praise team of employees to sing with him. He called shortly after and invited me to sing with him at a Beth Moore event in Charlotte, NC. I became a part of his team from that moment on and continued with those events for 5 years.

Do you look back on your time with LPL and think OH YEAH – God was totally laying the foundation for the time on “American Idol”?

Absolutely! I can trace the hand of God all over my life, including my time with Living Proof Live. I certainly wouldn’t be the woman I am today if I had not been trained and taught through those very crucial years.

I remember looking on the “AI” website the day after the competition was down to twelve finalists, and you mentioned Beth Moore in your Q & A. It really resonated with me because her ministry has affected me (and so many of the women who read my blog) in a huge way. What kind of impact has her ministry had on your life?

Beth is the godliest person I know. I did her “Breaking Free” Bible study in college and it resonated with me so deeply. You can imagine my elation when I met her in person and became a part of her ministry. I could have died a happy woman right then! Beth tells a story of one of her mentors, Buddy. She was a young, green, bound up girl when she attended a Bible class Buddy was teaching. She left crying out to the Lord that “whatever it is he has, I WANT IT!”. I found myself praying the same thing about Beth. When I saw her passion for God and love for His Word, I prayed that He would bless me with the same passion. God used my time under her teaching to shape me into who I am today.

Singing seems so natural to you – effortless, almost. But when did singing start to feel like God’s calling on your life? Was it just a general impression you had – or something much more specific?

I have been singing since I was a little girl. Even as a child, when people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, my answer was always a singer. As I grew older people would begin to follow up with, “What will you fall back on if that doesn’t work out?” My reply would always be, “I’m not planning on falling back”. It is what I have always wanted to do and I believe God placed the desire in me at a very early age.

My best friend Emma Kate was FURIOUS when you were voted off of “AI” – so will you please assure her that you’re okay? I mean, things seem to have worked out pretty well for you, what with your fabulous new CD and a #1 single and all.

While I must confess that being eliminated was very difficult for me in the beginning because of some controversies surrounding me, I am a living witness that you don’t have to win American Idol to be successful from it. When I got off of the AI tour I had a recording contract, a book publishing contract, and a modeling contract. Please assure Emma Kate that I am better than okay. I am living a bigger dream than I ever dreamt for myself!

She is, in a word, delightful.

And for more great giveaways, visit Shannon’s place. All week long.

It’s midnight. Sister and I are sitting here in Mama and Daddy’s den. I’m pulling up Miss Mississippi clips on YouTube, and Sister is taking off her make-up with her beloved Merle Norman cleansing cream (water has never touched her face for cleansing purposes except by pure accident).

Earlier tonight we went to a cousin’s wedding with Mama, our Aunt C. and our cousin Paige. The five of us had about 2 1/2 hours in the car together on the way there and the way back here, and during that time we solved approximately one half of the world’s problems and got a pretty good start on the other half. If we’d only had about thirty more minutes together, we would have most definitely gotten ‘er done.

It was a terribly productive trip.

Before the wedding we had a little time to kill, so we did what any sensible group of Southern women would do and stopped at Steinmart(s) for a few minutes. Interestingly, we ran into another cousin while we were there, and I’m starting to wonder if there’s some sort of genetic predisposition to Steinmart(s) shopping in our family.

Surprisingly, I did not buy anything. Paige bought some sunglasses. Sister bought a belt. It is cute and lime green. My Aunt C talked about how she is “too big” to buy anything, only she’s really not big at all, but no family gathering would be complete without at least one of us mentioning how much weight we’ve gained and then requesting that someone run into a Popeye’s for some fried chicken.

And yet we fancy ourselves completely normal.

So we went to the wedding and the reception, visited with some of our extended family, ran by Starbucks to get good and amped up on caffeine for our return trip, then came back to Mama and Daddy’s. I’m so tired that I can’t sleep – if that makes any sense at all. And I’m pretty sure that the venti cafe latte I had earlier isn’t helping my insomnia.

Anyway, Sister has finished removing her make-up and is now showing me an impromptu rendition of one of her old modern dance routines that was set to the musical version of “The Lord’s Prayer.” But she’s a bit hung up on the choreography around the “lead us not into temptation” section. So she’s improvising.

And giving the Lord all the glory through her graceful interpretation of a dance she learned over twenty-five years ago. While wearing pajamas and keeping her hair securely in place with a bobby pin.

All that’s missing, really, is Big Mama on the tambourine.

But I bet I can rustle up a glass jar and some rocks somewhere around here. It’s no tambourine, but it’ll do in a pinch.

Did I mention that we fancy ourselves completely normal?

Scary, isn’t it?

Have a lovely Sunday, everyone.

Last night I got a text message from my friend Tracey. Since I am officially the World’s Least Efficient Texter (it’s true, and I know that because I have consulted with experts), I stood in my kitchen and concentrated with all my might in order to compose a reply.

I just can’t work that keypad, y’all. I think I may need a tutor.

Anyway, it took me a full five minutes to reply (I believe I was trying to text something along the lines of “Yes. I do.”), and before I could relax from THE STRESS OF IT ALL, T. had sent me another message.

Y’all can’t even imagine the pressure.

Apparently Tracey got restless waiting for me to text her again and decided to call. Quite frankly I was terribly relieved to hear her voice because it was taking a sweet forever to insert a question mark into my message.

Oh, you’d better believe that I text with proper punctuation.

Perhaps this is part of my texting problem.

So while Tracey and I settled into a conversation covering a varied list of topics – including but not limited to Dollar Tree, ATMs, class reunions, summer camps and spray-on tans – D. decided to call Martha, who had left us a voicemail earlier in the evening.

But first, some context.

Very few people in my hometown know about my blawg. Part of the reason for that is WHY WOULD THEY CARE, but another part of the reason is that I don’t talk about it. I did ‘fess up to my friends Amanda and Lance this past weekend, but that was only because I wanted them to have a way to stay up-to-date with our family.

(While I don’t have photographic evidence to prove it, I’m pretty sure that my head exploded just a tiny bit as I was telling them about it.)

(Because the whole thing is very awkward for me.)

(We can explore that topic another day in the company of some licensed professionals.)

Well.

Somehow Martha’s dear friend Mary Ann’s daughter (got that? good. there will be a quiz later.) found out about my blog and saw that I had mentioned Mary Ann in one of my posts. This post, in fact. And so the daughter, H., called Mary Ann and said, “Mama, did you know that you’re on the internet? With Martha?”

Mary Ann in turn called Martha and said, “Martha! We’re famous! Our names are on the internet! On the computer! On BooMama!”

Just so you know: Mary Ann had never heard of BooMama before. But God love her for being tickled to death about it.

When Martha heard Mary Ann’s news, she said, “Oh, BooMama! BooMama.com! BooMama.com! That’s S.’s website! BooMama.com! BooMama.com!”

At that point D. interrupted the story to say, “Um, Mother? It’s .net.”

“OH NO – I’ve gotten it ALL WRONG! I thought it was .com! .com!”

Martha went on to tell D. that she wishes that she could, you know, READ the blog, but that would involve a computer and an internet connection – neither of which she has. Mary Ann doesn’t have a computer, either, and while Martha’s friend Julia Claire does have a computer, Martha is very adamant that Julia Claire’s computer is “only for ordering things. She can only use it for ordering things!”

I’m sure we’ve all seen those order-only computers in the catalogs.

So. Here is my serious question.

How can we get Martha in the bloggy loop, y’all?

We’ve looked into a Presto, but I’m just not sure that’s the best option because it’s email only (although if you have any experience with one, I’d love to know). It wouldn’t be difficult to copy and paste my posts into an email, but then she’d miss out on all the interaction via the comments – and that’s oftentimes the best part.

And I’m sure I could figure out a way to text her the blog posts, but I think it’s probably a bad idea to expect a 70-something woman to read paragraph after paragraph on a 2 x 2 screen.

Not to mention my severe texting limitations. Which we’ve already addressed.

So.

Any ideas?

I recognize that I’ve pretty much just posted announcements and links and whathaveyou lately, and that’s primarily because I’ve been having trouble articulating the events of these last few days.

And if, based on that last sentence, you’re thinking that something exciting has happened, then I should probably apologize for getting your hopes up because please do always remember that my life is the land that excitement forgot. Unless I happen to be at some sort of amusement park. Or watching re-runs of “Alias.”

So.

Monday I stayed in my pajamas a large portion of the day and then took Alex to Publix to say goodbye to Miss Jennifer, who is our favorite cashier in the whole wide world (with Mrs. Joyce and Miss Tiffani rounding out the top three). Our Publix opened when Alex was about six months old, and we have seen all of those sweet ladies every single week since.

Miss Jennifer is the first person A. looks for when we roll through the Publix doors, and he always insists that we pass by her register so that he can scare our fellow shoppers by screaming her name at an ear-splitting volume. She’s totally his grocery store BFF.

But Miss Jennifer wasn’t at work Monday – her last day had been the previous Friday – and I can’t even tell you how sad it made me. Fortunately Mrs. Joyce has Miss Jennifer’s new phone number in Georgia, so I have high hopes of staying in touch. Because we love her.

No kidding: she has been a consistent ray of sunshine in our family’s life for the last four years, and I really think the Publix people should give her some stock or something. Maybe even, as Alex says, “a super big hug.”

And that was our Monday.

Yesterday I had to go to the doctor because my right ear has been stopped up for a sweet forever, and I finally decided that I didn’t want to live the rest of my life shouting, “WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” when D. tried to tell me something from another room in the house. The only advantage to my hearing loss is that if I slept on my left side, I couldn’t hear a blessed thing in my right ear and as a result could sleep soundly through all manner of minor and major natural disasters.

Because as it turns out, if your ear is reallllly stopped up, a small thunderstorm in the middle of your bedroom is of little to no consequence aside from the fact that your furniture probably won’t fare very well.

Because of all the rain and whatnot.

So I went to see the ENT and said hey, I feel fine, but it’s the funniest thing because I really can’t hear very well in my right ear.

And then he asked me something and I said, “WHAT? I CAN’T HEAR YOU,” and he decided maybe he should take a look at the ear in question.

He looked at it for about two seconds and then said, “Yeah. I’m gonna need to clean that out.”

So I did what any good Southern girl would do: I apologized that he was going to have to clean out my ear. EVEN THOUGH I WAS PAYING HIM.

If I could adequately describe what transpired over the next five minutes I would, but quite frankly I’m not up to the challenge. I can tell you that there was a great deal of suctioning and at least three very thin, very pointy needle-type instruments. Not to mention lots of pressure. And pain. And painful pressure.

As I guess should be expected when someone is digging inside your ear with a large pointy needle.

But here’s the kicker: after all that, I really didn’t get much relief. Because the doctor decided that I need to do eardrops for the next two weeks (because there’s “infection” and “impaction,” and just hearing those words in relation to my ear made me feel “oh-so-dainty” and “feminine”), and then he’s going to do the whole suctioning / pointy needling thing again.

I’M THE LUCKIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD!

And today (I know. This post is endless. But if I don’t finish what I start, I’ll be forced to sit up all night and twitch. And you wouldn’t want that, would you?) I tackled a project that’s been looming over my head for the last 7 1/2 months.

I cleaned out our garage.

Oh yes I did.

And not only that, I was able to PARK MY CAR IN THE GARAGE afterwards.

Have you ever heard of such?

Anyway.

How are y’all?