Rubber Necking

I have one of those neck things today---you know how
you get a "crick" in your neck for some mysterious reason.
Sometimes they aren't that bad, you just don't turn
your head a certain way and then before you know it,
it's gone.
Some are more menacing.
Some are the spoiled, only child of some
family of "cricks" and they
demand all the attention, center stage,
you know what I mean.
Well--I got that spoiled brat of a "crick" today.
If I want to do anything other than look
to my extreme right then it is a
constant, annoying OUCH!!!!

I was supposed to be so productive today.
I've spent most of my time entertaining this
obnoxious "crick" who will not be left alone
to amuse herself. Oh no.
She is the queen of the squeaky wheels
and I don't seem to have enough grease to shut her up.
So I've not been too productive.

I did, however, feed Baby J a Ritz cracker.
He was so excited when I came at him
with this new treat. When he's really happy or
excited about something, his right hand will just tremble.
It's totally a Baby J thing.
And he just woofed that cracker down with no problems,
no questions, no hesitations.
He just sat there afterward wishing I had
already taught him the sign for "more."

I did find some new (new to me), interesting blogs today
and added them to my regulars there on your right.
I do this from time to time. If I don't like them after
a while, they get the axe. One I had added recently
(but forgotten to read) suddenly went private.
I wondered what the deal was with that.
Did she really go private or did she just block me?
I guess we'll never know.
And who would block me anyway?
I'm kind to my web-footed friends.

I also found these two artists who record songs in
some little room in their house. I think they are so talented.
I watched all their videos---with my chair pointed left
so I could sit and look to my extreme right at
the computer screen. The guy looks like he would
be SUCH a fun person and I love the way he puts these
videos together. The girl is beautiful and has such a
great voice. That's the kind of voice I need to have.

My daughter this week was telling me about a song
she wanted me to sing in front of our church.
I told her I didn't think that would happen
since I didn't have a very good voice.
(Nobody who has heard me has ever said
"Would you sing that again?")
She sighed at me and proceeded to tell me that
she thought I had a great voice, that I was one of
the best female singers she knew
(she needs to get out more!),
and a whole long tirade of praise and exaggeration.
I do sing to my children constantly.
And I do mean CONSTANTLY.
But I never really think about what they think of my voice.
They do think I know every song on the radio.
I do (for some crazy reason) pride myself in having
a head FULL of useless trivia and song lyrics.
I might not be of much use in life
and certainly not the person
you would want with you if you had to
find your way out of the jungle or something like that...
but I'm great to have on your team for party games.
Except for the Math or Science questions.

That's me, your faithful Bell.
Helpful in times of need?
Probably more present than actually helpful.
Helpful in moments of spontaneous real life comedy,
able to answer useless trivia questions in a single bound,
called upon to name that tune by
loved ones near and far...
That's me.
Are these things I could put on a resume?