Too boring for a blog?

I decided to try and start my very own piece of bloggy history, by creating what you are seeing here. I feel an immense amount of pressure now, to come up with something to write on a regular basis, because I hate HATE hate it when I check on my favorite blogs and there is nothing new. I'm not so egotistical that I think this will become anyone's "Favorite" blog, but I'm hoping that someone, in some far corner of the world, perhaps with nothing to look at but my blog and a Coke bottle lid (because that's all they have in the far corners of the world, you know)might find my little bloggy blog blog something tolerable enough to waste their time on.

So, nothing really to form a blog around at the moment- I'm just sitting here watching American Idol and munching on Reduced Fat Cheez-Its (holy goodness they taste like the full fat version...I'm sort of thinking they actually might be the real thing in the wrong box!)

I'm hoping that the kid with the headbands gets through to the final 12, since he seems like he's had a tough life and he's very genuine in a Boy George kind of way( After Paula said that last night I actually was shocked that I agreed with anything she said). I have the intense desire to type out the lyrics to Karma Chameleon in this space right now, but I will resist...this..is..difficult...lovingyouwouldbeeasyifyourcolorswerelikemydreamsredgoldandgreenredgoldandgreeen.

Oh, he's got the Karma.

Ok, I feel better now. I love me some Boy George/Culture Club. I heard Karma Chameleon while in the grocery store the other day with Ed, and I don't know if it's the fact that I dance and sing in front of my 5th graders almost daily, or what- but I instantly went into song,dance, and bounce-walk mode. It wasn't pretty, and I think my husband wanted to leave the building.Anyway, that's all now. I just found salt in my eyelash from the Cheez-Its. Time to put them down.