Too Many Brains

What does it mean to have too many brains? Does it mean you have some to spare? Does it mean you are really smart? Sadly, no. This is when you have about a zillion--it's a word--things going on in your one brain and then it splits into little mini brains that are all buzzing at the same time. It's a little annoying when it happens at 1 in the morning because there is nothing to distract them. No fights to referee, no need to get someone juice, or a snack. There is no TV, music or computers. So those thoughts are demanding your attention. Luckily for me, mine are speaking now so I can get them out. Now the choice is yours to stay with me or move on to the next blog.

The other day my mom and I went Christmas shopping. On the way home, I observed a woman driver to my left with an infant car seat in the front seat. Ummm...isn't that like totally illegal? I also noticed two small children in the back. The windows were too dark to be able to tell if they were in safety seats, but my guess is not. Yes, I am judging and I shouldn't, but come on folks!!

I got my Sears Wish Book yesterday. It came later than I wanted, but it is still fun to leaf through and pick gifts and get ideas. Raise your hand if you remember doing that! Well I found this and I was offended. Is that dumb? I mean the kitchen thing doesn't bother me. It's adorable. I love to watch kids pretend to cook. My son even does this. I have seriously considered getting him some cooking stuff to play with. But I don't know, what does this tell our daughters? You really are the maid. Of course if your kids are like mine, they will put the stuffed animals in there and not clothes.

Tiger Woods. Yeah he is entitled to his privacy, but even Joe Blow would have some explaining to do. That, and I really could care less.

There hasn't been enough panic about Swine Flu in the last few weeks, so the news mentioned tonight that all the people coming for the Rose Parade may cause it to go on the rise again. Two words: Hand Sanitizer.

Three weeks. Tick. Tock. This is the time of year when I would love to slow time down the way it did when we were little.

And now for a funny, found here.

Two blondes decided that this Christmas they wanted to cut down their own Christmas tree. So they drove two hours into the country and walked deep into the woods to find the perfect Christmas tree. They had planned the trip well, especially considering that they were blond. They were dressed warmly with boots, warm coats and hats. They had a chain saw, hatchet, a bag to protect the tree and rope to drag it back to their car. Every detail was covered.

They searched and searched. They had gone to all this trouble, nothing but the prefect tree would do. They searched for hours through knee deep snow and biting wind. Finally, five hours later with the sun beginning to go down, one blonde says to the other, "I can't take this anymore. I give up! There are hundreds of beautiful trees out here. Let's just pick one whether it's decorated or not!"