One More?

Help me! I've blogged and I can't get up!

Sheesh... I walk away from this computer of mine and I am plagued with all sorts of things I want to write about. My creative juices are flowing and I cannot stop them. I want to write and write and write. And, for a writer, THAT is a good thing. Unless, of course, it interrupts what I am meant to be doing right now. Like, for instance, showering so that I am ready for the day and can go pick up my daughter from her father's.

Ummmm... yeah... I can skip the whole shower and fix the hair thing and cut off a good 45 minutes!!! Wooohooooooo!

And here I am, back at it.

I am laughing at myself.

Especially because what I have to write about in this moment, which seems so imperative to record, is actually quite trivial...

Banana bread made from the box tastes entirely different than banana bread made from scratch. Neither worse nor better. Just... different.

My Mom hates it when people compliment me in front of her. Why is that? And why is it that my aunt, her sister, seems to hone in on that and adoringly coos and ooohs and aaahhs over me whenever the three of us are together?

I am irritated by the WIFI connection here at my father's. It is unreliable and constantly drops. Grrrrrr...

My all time favorite Christmas song ever is "White Christmas" by the Drifters, I think. It's the one they use in Home Alone while Macaulay Culkin is "shaving" his face. The version where the voices are alternatingly deep and high. Ba-doom ba-doom bopbop bop bop ba-doom ba-doom bopbop bop bop... I'm dreaming of a white christmas...

My least favorite Christmas song is "Carol of the Bells." Ick. Oh no, wait. "Little Drummer Boy." Yeah... no... "I cry when I take the Christmas Tree down..." That one, for sure! Oh, wait. You haven't heard that one? Oh! I'm sorry. That means you haven't been privy to the sappy-Mormon tradition of The Forgotten Carols by Michael McLean. I used to be one of those googely-eyed people that sat in the crowded, noisy, over-hot high school auditoriums every Christmas along with everyone else in Mormondom to watch the musical. I used to love the songs. I hate most of them now and cringe or change the station when I hear one. Damn! I really have become the Ex-MormonGrinch.

Look out hell. Here I come!

Yep. See. Totally random.