Being Talented is Tough Work
Actually, scratch the best selling part. I don't expect you to ever see me write a book. Believe it or not, I don't really like to write. Well, as readers of my blog, you might be yelling, "DUH!" at your computer screen because I'm not much of a writer most of the time.
However, that doesn't mean that I don't have a great appreciation for those who do write. I work with many prolific authors. I read many others as well. Wow. I just can't imagine sitting down and coming up with a book of any kind. That's truly an amazing talent.
Speaking of talents, while I was working on some posts for this blog and the Business as UNusual blog for the next couple of weeks, I've had repeats of "America's Got Talent" playing in the background. There is a marathon on Oxygen, and nothing else much is on while I'm waiting to watch "The Next Food Network Star".
As usual, I'm going to get off track before I get back on track. I sure watch a LOT of the Food Network to never cook anything. My mom agreed with me when I made that statement yesterday to her. She loves to point out how much I don't cook.
Anyway, back to talent. Some of these poor schmoes on the TV show are so delusional for thinking that they have a million dollar talent. They don't. They really, really don't. There is some bad singing going on for certain.
Speaking of bad singing, whew, heard some of that at church this morning. I'm certainly not going to go stand on the X and let Piers and the Hoff buzz me because I don't have that talent either. But... poor Paige, Hannah Montana, she is not.
This morning she had even more gusto than usual. My parents even got tickled at her this morning. She was singing quite loudly. And neither on tune or on the right words. She would either loudly mumble something or say words after the rest of us sung words.
At one point I looked down and whispered, "sing it right."
She replied back, "I don't know this song."
I shoved a songbook in her face. She's eight years old and can read.
Actually, I tried that more than once, but it didn't much help.
Oh, I know, God appreciates her singing, and she sounded like an angel to Him anyway. That's all that really counts. But you weren't standing next to her trying to sing the right words to the right tune.
That's about all I have to share. I'm going to go make me some quesadillas - about the only thing I do cook. They will be good though!