Friday, December 30, 2011


Why do I enjoy drinking milk now?  I've always liked it with cookies or brownies or cereal, but never by itself.  Now I love it.  That gives me hope for seafood.  Maybe there will come a day when I like seafood - when my face doesn't scrunch up in disgust at the sight, smell, or mention of it.

Why do Occupiers want to camp out?  I get the protesting during the day, when you have an audience.  But camping out...overnight?  I don't get it.

Why are there no bowl games scheduled for tomorrow, New Year's Day?  Not a one, zero, zilch, nada.  I actually think I know the answer to that one.  It's $$$$ESPN$$$$$.

Why are North Koreans mourning Kim Jong Il's death? 
This is just one of dozens of "officially released" pictures of the public sobbing.  Maybe I need to learn more about oppressed peoples.

Why are so many Thunder fans hatin' on Russell Westbrook?  Bless his heart.  Give him a break.  To quote Kareem Abdul-Jabbar from Airplane, "I'm out there busting my buns every night. Tell your old man to drag Walton and Lanier up and down the court for 48 minutes."

Here's my traditional Christmas vacation jigsaw puzzle.  It was a booger, believe me.  Getting it put together was a group effort between Sister Karen, Niece Shannon, and me.   Do you see what I see?

Why does this happen every time?  Why, Oh Why?

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Thoughts on The Sound of Music

It's Christmas Eve.  
I went to church. 
I prepared tomorrow's lunch. 
I stretched out on the sofa and watched The Sound of Music

It's a Wonderful Life was also on TV, but I think that movie's boring and I've never understood what the big deal is about it.

And Sound of Music is one of the few movies I'll drop everything I'm doing to watch. 

Watch and sing.

Watch and sing loudly.

I know all the words to all the songs.  Literally.

I've been practicing since I was a little girl.  This is the album I listened to over and over pretending to be Maria.

And pretending to sing all through the town with my children.

And pretending to put on elaborate puppet shows.

And pretending to marry a handsome captain.

Ohhh...he is such a handsome captain. 

"Gayooorg, Daahling", as the Baroness VonWhat'shername would say.

I get all tingly watching Maria walk down the aisle in that beautiful cathedral to a remix of a wedding march and "How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria?"   It's a glorious scene.

When Captain von Trapp can't continue singing "Edelweiss" because he's too choked up with emotion, I get choked up, too.  And when Maria rescues him and the whole audience starts singing with him, I get even more choked up.

While I like all the songs from the movie equally,  I enjoy "Climb Every Mountain" the most because I crack myself up with my Reverend Mother impersonation.  I can belt out her song with an absurd, huge, wobbly vibrato.  It's highly entertaining.

I think the scene where the family is in the abbey hiding from the Nazis is one of the scariest scenes in movies.  To this day I still prefer to fast-forward through that scene and skip to the part where the nuns confess their sin of stealing the Nazi soldiers' engine parts.

Hooray for Rodgers and Hammerstein!

I feel sorry for people who don't like musicals. They just can't get past that whole "groups of people spontaneously breaking out into song" thing.  How sad.  They really miss out on a lot of fun.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

A Year of Blogging

I forgot my own blogging anniversary.  December 12 marked one year since my first post.  I was planning on celebrating in a big, big way by giving back to the scores and scores of devoted readers.  There were going to be prizes like a designer Kitchen Aid mixer and a trip to my ranch for a weekend of baking and .... oh....wait.   That's Pioneer Woman.

I confuse myself with her a lot. I have to keep reminding myself that I don't live on a cattle ranch.    I don't even know where the closest one is.  I don't have long, red hair.  I have no rugged rancher husband whom I call Marlboro Man.  I haven't published a best-selling cookbook. I have never appeared on the Food Network or any talk show.

Now, as I was saying...

I forgot my blogging anniversary.  I looked at my stats and I've written 58 posts.  With an average of more than one post per week I'm light-years further along than I ever imagined.  The whole process has turned out to be really fun and cathartic.  Sometimes I'm serious.  Sometimes I reveal my whole soul.  But I'm just as likely to share a wacky YouTube video like this Dana Carvey bit.  I was thinking of it the other day as I was cutting up veggies for a salad and singing "Choppin' Broccoli".

Thanks for reading...all 15 of you.