My Gift is My Song and This One's For You

This week has been incredibly busy what with all my solitaire playing and ignoring the mound of laundry waiting to be folded and put away.

I still haven't finished making my mother's present, nor do I have anything to put under the tree for most members of my family. Not to mention, unless I start baking some cookies soon, Santa will be getting a plate of dried turkey dog treats to munch on once he finally gets here.

There is so much to do on my to-do list I'm going to have to start writing it all down on a roll of toilet paper because I'm running out of room on my scratch pad, since I haven't had much luck in crossing any of the items off.

That said, I did get one item off my list finished.

I completed my submission for Citizen of the Month's 2009 Blogger Christmahanukwanzaakah Online Holiday Concert.

Because dammit, the laundry can wrinkle, the cookies can wait and if I don't finish my mom's present I'll just wrap up some of those dog treats for her. I have my priorities firmly in order, peoples.

And by that I mean I stopped playing solitaire long enough to wrestle into a push up bra, slap some war paint on and croon like a cat being strangled all in the name of spreading seasonal joy for another blogger's blog.

I'm a giver like that.

So if you want to watch a bunch of bloggers make total arses of themselves (with the exception of a few very talented people who like to make the rest of us all look bad) head on over to Citizen of the Month's and have a chuckle.

After all, it's not often I sit in front of my computer in a low cut shirt and yodel as though my life depends on it.

Photo 91Note the boobage. I was hoping it would distract you from noticing when your ears started to bleed.

My dogs are still howling and my husband has completely lost all respect for me.

Go enjoy the carnage show.

You won't regret it.

Well, okay you might regret it. But only in that 'wow, I too have totally lost all respect for Redneck' type of way.

Just know I did this with love in my heart and no booze in my blood stream.

*Like my billiards game, my singing always drastically improves with the consumption of liquor.

I knew I should have had some irish cream in my coffee this morning.