Why I'm Not a Songwriter or a Poet

Today, I found myself humming "These Are a Few of My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music.  I've always been drawn to this song (probably because it mentions "cream colored ponies").  As I hummed away (because I can't actually remember the words), I thought, "Hey! That's a song about FAVORITE THINGS...I am grateful for FAVORITE THINGS...maybe I'll just put my own words in, blog it, and call it a day!"

Plus, my English teachers in High School used to give me projects like this and they were fun.

OK, two things here before I go on.

1. NaBloPoMo?  Yeah.  It's like a job (like, a real one that pays, only it doesn't actually pay so it's like I'm stressing and trying to get all creative for free).  I won't be participating next year.  I would quit now but because it feels like a job, I feel like I have to finish or I'll let down my boss/leave my clients hanging, etc. (neither of which I actually have).

2. My brain is not like it was when I was in High School.  It's duller.  Slower.  I thought this would be easy and fun.  The sad truth is I half-assed the whole thing and relied on a rhyming dictionary to come up with things that rhyme with "things" - for real.   And proof about the half-assing?  I know that "ponies" and "homies" don't rhyme...but I left it anyway.  Because it made me laugh.

So here we go.  More NaBloPoMo greatness and gratefulness.  

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things


Strawberry lip gloss and snail mail and ponies
Cozy sweat pants and rollin' with my homies
Chocolate and wine and platinum rings
These are a few of my favorite things.


Sweet baby smiles and chilly iced tea
A good book for reading and Christmas and brie
Autumn in Texas and all that it brings
These are a few of my favorite things.

Pit bulls and Pink Floyd and brand new high heels

The smell of leather and getting good deals

Wearing my baby in new baby slings

These are a few of my favorite things

When the kid teethes

When the car dies

When I'm getting mad

I simply remember my favorite things

And then I don't feel so bad!

You're welcome. I'm sorry.