You can make fun of me, if you'd like.

I have long had a weakness for ABBA. It is cheesy stuff. Pop-y stuff. It lends no real value to the intellectual bettering of my life. It lends nothing, in fact, aside from making me happy. Very happy, guys. I put on ABBA and I smile. It had been a while since I had listened to ABBA, aside from catching it on the radio or tv, or whatever. Then I was slightly turned off when I read that Dancing Queen is in John McCain's top 10 songs, according to Blender Magazine. (An aside here: I wanted to search to verify this information, but I could not, for the life of me, remember John McCain's name, for a good thirty seconds. How quickly I forget.)

Then, something happened. My dear Mother-in-Law bought me the Mamma Mia dvd for Christmas. I am somewhat reluctant to admit this next fact, but aren't blogs, afterall, a place to divulge our most intimate information for all the world to see? I have watched that movie, since Christmas day, at least 7 times. Which I think is a lot for a busy woman. And it's really only been 2 months or so. Sometimes, I will replay it immediately after it finishes. I like to put it on while I sew.

A younger me would be very embarassed by this, I think. But the current me embraces it as a part of who I am. ABBA makes me happy. Their songs are corny, fluffy, and stupid. But there's just something about it all. It pleases me. Their songs are fun to sing to, and silly to listen to.

I need some fluff and some smiles. And ABBA is doing it for me right now. And I'm not afraid to admit it.

Judge away.

(I plan to write a few more posts about music in the coming days/weeks, and hopefully I will at least slightly redeem myself. I'm taking a trip in the way back machine and discovering some old favorites.)