Scrapbooking, writing, family history, blah, blah, blah. We won't even touch on all the gazillion projects in various stages of completion. Anyway, I'm obviously not doing any of them because I am whatever sided brain person it is who flies by the whims in her head - not even by something tangible like the seat of my pants and definitely not by any logical thought process. Nope. I felt a blog post coming on and I had to plop down and take care of it before the nagging drove me to drink another Maxine.
Actually, I already had an idea I wanted to write about. It was going to be one of those awe-inspiring ones I write so often with maybe a little symbolism mixed with a twist or two. Even that particular project is on hold - all bowing down before the important documentation that is going to occur here. Here is a hint:
Okay, fine. I'll give you a hint. No, actually, I'll just come right out and tell you. Alan is going to a party at the neighbor's house!! What kind of a party, you may ask?? Well, it's a "20th Season Survivor is Starting Tonight Party". I'm crushed I wasn't invited. I only found out about it when I was informing my dear sweet hubby that he was not, I repeat, WAS NOT tying up my downstairs television for two (2) whole hours - yes 120 minutes - while he watched the 20th season premier of Survivor. That's when he broke it to me. He had been invited next door to watch it with the neighbors. There wasn't even a semblance of an apology for why I had not been included in the invitation. Obviously my salsa is going. And, that's all okay, because I don't really care.
My distaste for Survivor may put me in a class by myself (kind of like not getting all excited about Maddox Turkey Steaks), but I'm content with that. Hopefully I haven't offended any other Survivor fanatics out there. It just escapes my reasoning abilities why I would want to watch a bunch of adults plotting ambushes, creating alliances and confiding their innermost, deepest, darkest 'secrets' (come on, we're watching it on TV, the snake in the grass has a camera strapped to his forked tongue, how secret is that?) and pledging their loyalty and support and everything dear to them (except the coveted Immunity Idol) only to 'secretly' (again-it's on camera for heck sakes!) use a stub of burnt wood to scribble the name of the person they just spent 60 minutes forming an alliance with on a piece of primitive paper stuff so said 'Person of Dearest Alliance' will in turn get their flame snuffed out and commanded to return to camp alone...and in the dark. Did that make sense? Good because neither does the show. To me, anyway.