Oh, yes. Blogging. Riiiiiiight. All those NaBloPoMo folks are congratulating themselves, and likely taking a well-earned day off of blogging. Me? I'm blowing the dust off of this little corner of the 'net and am getting ready to share some minutia. Aw yeah.

I'm realizing that I totally botched an opportunity to have Christmas gift-giving managed easily this year by handing out copies of Sleep Is for the Weak
to family and friends already. I'm going to have to fall back on the kids' school portraits, or maybe a bunch of cookies because we're keeping our holiday gift giving to small, thoughtful gifts this year- especially for the grown ups. And nothing says thoughtful like cookies, right?

In a slight departure from my normal drill, I've actually invited children to my youngest's 6th birthday with a full two-weeks notice. Go me! We might actually have some kids attend this year. December birthdays sort of suck, I think. And of course, my spoiled little dahlinks don't need a single thing, so trying to find a "wow" gift is really an exercise set up to fail. She wants a bike for some reason - baffling really, since I don't think she actually wants to RIDE a bike. No, she just wants to have one.

I think they get this from me, actually. My oldest was like that too, wanting to take riding lessons but totally not wanting to ride the horses. I like the concept better than the reality in most cases. I don't know what that makes me, besides pathetic. If only I could wrap up concepts and place them under the tree this Christmas.

In new developments, I had a mole removed from my thigh in October and the darn thing is still all purple and scar-looking. I am ready for it to heal already. It's not infected, but it looks way more dramatic than the mole did. All this is making me leery, since I have sprouted some sort of little skin tag or mole on the inner corner of my eye. You wouldn't even notice it if I didn't point it out, but it is bugging the crap out of me, I want to get rid of it, but I'm worried that any surgical improvement would result in a big purple blotch where my eye used to be. I've got an overactive imagination.

Let's see - overactive imagination and favors concepts over reality... any wonder why I am so comfortable on the internet?

Just add in an imaginary pony and a cool nickname and I'm all set.