Frame of Reference

"The words and music to the Christmas song Little Drummer Boy was composed by Katherine K. Davis, Henry Onorati and Harry Simeone in 1958. The lyrics of Little Drummer Boy consist of no less than 21 rum pum pum pum' - a major part of the song and therefore presenting an apparently easy task for the lyricist! However, Little Drummer Boy has been a huge hit for several artists. The most notable rendition was created by the most unlikely combination of Bing Crosby and David Bowie. This version of Little Drummer Boy was a massive hot for the artists and was in fact Bing Crosby's most successful recording since the legendary White Christmas." I hate it when I'm hit on the side of the head with disturbing facts. Who else thought this song had been around since forever?? This is almost as weird as hearing that Rudolph was invented by a department store. Who woulda thunk it?

I've always been told that if you have enough self-awareness to ask someone if you are crazy, you're probably not. That doesn't make me feel better though. I know where the devil on the shoulder image came from. It really does feel like there is a voice whispering in your ear about things. For example, when you are ABSOLUTELY positive you put something somewhere or that you've done something. There is no question about it either, you are sure, but still, there is that voice of doubt whispering, "What if you didn't. Maybe you put it somewhere else." I hate that I can't remember things clearly either. It's happening to me A LOT. I know that stress does that to people too. You'll be driving down the street and 10 minutes will go by and you suddenly don't even remember driving or even making turns, you are just at your destination. One of my psychology teachers said it was a survival instinct for the subconscious to just take over if your mind ...

I've been staring at the word Remodeled for about 5.6 minutes now. It just doesn't look right. Any sane person would look it up in the dictionary and either satisfy their curiosity or fix the error. Not me. Nope, I just want to look at it, tilt my head sideways and ask everyone who walks by how to spell remodeled. That's what I did with my weekend anyway. That was supposed to be the tie in. I remodeled a bathroom. My mom's to be exact. We'll call it a birthday present. I was just planning on getting her an electric/cordless drill but I ended up donating my time to her home improvement project as well as buying a drill. Every time I move, I'm reminded of my generous act of kindness too. I suppose that goes hand in hand with being crouched down on a bathroom floor for 8 hours. You should have seen me afterwards though. I was staring at the dumb floor like a goob all night. I'd go and get something to drink or whatever and then drift back to the bathroom, tur...