and they said "'nothing' could get a girl transfered."

Once upon a time I sang for my Grandma’s chapter of the Daughter’s of the Utah Pioneers.

(and by “once upon a time,” I mean “many upon a time, but this is a story of one such experience.” I mean, their chapter didn’t sponsor me to be in the Days of ’47 Pageant for nothing… come on…) And I sang this song called “Take It On The Chin.” (name for purpose of this blog, who knows what the real title is). Anywho, the song is about taking life’s downfalls on the chin and smiling. Pretty good for old ladies, yeah? Yeah, except for when the refrain says “after all is done and said, pretty soon we’ll all be dead.” I mean… it’s perky when it says it… but still, I looked at Jon McBride playing piano for me that fateful high school day and thought “SERIOUSLY!?! Why DID I PICK THIS SONG? THESE PEOPLE ARE GOING TO BE DEAD SOON AND I’M RUBBING IT IN THEIR FACES!”

There are two important after-points to this story.
1- nobody there said anything to me about singing them sweet songs of death, and to my knowledge none of them have died since (it doesn’t mean they haven’t died, I’m sure some of them had – they were old – but I haven’t been told about it, so it probably didn’t exist).
2- This isn’t what I wanted to blog about.


This isn’t what I wanted to blog about either, but I’ll go where I go today… Did you ever start a story (especially one you thought was pretty good) and then, half-way through the story, realize (a) it’s not applicable (b) it’s not funny or (c) you don’t know the ending? I find this happening to me an alarming amount of times. Ooh and for me I’d also add realizing that (d) it’s a lie. (sometimes I hear things come out of my mouth and I think “that’s not even remotely true.” It’s like that girl in Garden State, and nobody is leaving posts on HER blog, telling her SHE’s crazy.) The above story is true, but not at all relevant. Until about ¾ of the way through that story, I thought it was going to be about saying no. (I had thought the song was “everybody says don’t,” but after careful re-singing, realized it wasn’t…)

And this leads me to believe I have no attention span.

And this leads me to believe that what every woman says about having “pregnancy brain” and so not being able to remember things is made-up, because CLEARLY I’ve never been pregnant, and yet CLEARLY can’t remember anything.

And this leads me to believe I shouldn’t judge other people, especially pregnant people, because I have no idea what they’re going through. And maybe that's why they freak me out (formerly?) so much.

And this leads me to think about trying on other people’s shoes and walking around.

And this leads me to think “I’d like to put on less-hurty shoes and get a sno-cone.”

Which is pretty much where all thoughts lead me to. Sno-cone. I hope everyone enjoys some this summer. They are a gift from the summer-gods and shouldn’t be avoided, or shunned (no matter the margin of profit the sno-cone shack is making off ice and sugar.)

Ooh yeah, and what I wanted to blog about is this: I don’t want to do a thing today. Except now that’s not true. Now I DO want to buy a sno-cone.