My eyes hurt. I just went through over 200 old email messages. Trying to make some headway. I am tired and am ready to sleep.
My tree isn’t up yet. This weekend. Definitely this weekend. I’ll do it.
I called Aprille and scheduled an appointment to get my hair cut tomorrow. There’s something not right with it. It’s too long or not enough layers or the ends are split. Hopefully she can make it look good again.
Gotta go to bed.
I am tired. I’ve been sitting here since 7AM and I am still here at 9PM. Did I accomplish the things I had set for myself? Some of ’em. Not all. Dang it. Hey, did I say I was tired? Yeah. How is it when I microwave my heat pad, those two minutes take forever, yet as soon as I sit in front of the computer, hours pass by like seconds?
Do you think I could survive by raising Alpacas and having a Japanese Chin Rescue? I think I could be very happy being the mommy to a herd of alpacas and a pack of one-eyed Japanese Chin sugar pups. Or is that just the Three Buck Chuck talking? Belize is another idea.
Did I mention that I feel really drowsy? I finished all the Thanksgiving Turkey… which turned out to be just chicken. My mom told me she didn’t give me any turkey, just chicken. I had no idea. Next thing I’ll find out is the Sweet Potato Casserole was really Mashed Potatoes.
Leslie Nielson is dead. He looked pretty hardy the last time I saw him… but that might just have been because the last time I saw him was in a viewing of Forbidden Planet. Shirley, he will be missed.
Yeah.
I am working at simplifying. I am cleaning out the garbage that is bogging me down. Maybe you remember that entry I posted a few weeks ago about not noticing how messy my desk had gotten… well, it dawned on me that I had not realized how much crap I had accumulated. And so I am getting rid of the stuff I don’t need anymore. The last two weekends I’ve taken trunk loads to the Salvation Army and today I posted two curb alerts on Craigslist. It’s coming along, slowly. That’s about all I can handle.
Speaking of simplifying– Pookie and I made some changes to my bathroom. Check it out:
I wish I could take credit for it but it was mainly Pookie’s doing. He’s the one that pressed me to rip down the wallpaper and tidy things up. If it was up to me, that dang wallpaper would still be up, or at least still falling down.
Hoo boy, do I need a haircut. And I just got one a month or so ago. Problem was that Aprille didn’t cut enough layers into it and so it quickly became drab. Gotta go back and fork over 75 bucks or thereabout.
This morning I woke up around 7 and threw on a pair of jeans that I rarely wear to go and clean out the garage. The very same jeans I wore when I visited the Ruegen Island in the Baltic Sea oh so many years ago.
So how do I clear out that garbage?
And in case you are wondering… I did accomplish quite a bit but I still haven’t approached the items I was procrastinating over the other day. What the heck is wrong with me??????
I am in the midst of some major procrastination. WHY CAN’T I FINISH TASKS?!? I have a ton of things to do and I can’t get them done. How many times have I blogged about this? The tasks are not painful. Once completed, I feel an incredible amount of joy. And yet I can’t even get started. Could I be insane?
I need a cheerleader. I need someone sitting beside me, urging me on. Even if it’s just to distract me AS I DO THE CHORES. When did I become so high maintenance?
Weird thing happened to me this morning. I poured myself a cup of coffee in my tall, rainbow-striped coffee mug. I drank it while working on my computer and about an hour went by and I decided I wanted a refill. Downstairs to the kitchen I went, filled up the tall, rainbow-striped coffee mug and placed it into the microwave for 30 seconds. 30 seconds went by, I opened up the microwave door and pulled out my light blue Elvis Mug, full of piping hot coffee. I stared at the mug and tried to figure out what happened.
Could my microwave suddenly be imbued with transmogrifying abilities? Could the rainbow-striped mug be the caterpillar and the Elvis Mug the butterfly?
I stuck my head in the microwave for closer inspection and found the rainbow striped mug in the back of the microwave. Apparently I had decided on a refill a day or two ago, got distracted and left the mug in the microwave.
Life is so boring.
Where the heck did the day go? I was only going to work until 2ish but I got caught up in things and the next thing I know my tummy is roaring and I find myself eating a turkey drumstick over the sink wondering how it got to be 6:00.
I’ve decided I am going to really try to work at Twitter. I have stayed away because even though it’s an open network, the people seem very closed. So much etiquette and coded behaviors. So much crap. But I am going to keep at it. Let’s hope I survive.
Just today some person sent me a message:
@donnasxxxxxx {{friday hugs!!}}
What the freak is that? How the heck am I supposed to respond?
@twittertool {{uncomfortable hug back!!}}
There’s this guy I know who likes to brag that he has 5K followers. I just smile and nod but inwardly I am thinking he’s an idiot. It’s so very clear to me that the number of followers you have only means you have no life and spend all day following people who automatically follow you back. Or you have some app that just follows people automatically. I get a ton of follow notices every day. These people don’t want to follow me! They want me to follow them! And if I don’t, I find myself unfollowed within a day or two.
I am currently following 121 people. And I can’t keep up with the constant dribble. There’s this one woman who posts something every other minute. Usually it’s some inspirational quote. I want to hunt her down and do nasty things to her limbs. Yes, I realize that’s a lot of anger I have and it’s totally not healthy. I will unfollow her.
And the other thing I hate about Twitter? All the article posting. Read this, check this out, Here’s my latest blog post… There is simply not enough time in my life to read all the links to articles people are tweeting. But I would venture to say that there’s not enough time for these Twitterers to read all the articles they are posting.
All I can say is I wish Twitter was more like Facebook except more open and easier to connect with others. I enjoy reading my Friend’s Facebook status updates. Except when it’s an old friend who recently posted a YouTube video of him fondling himself. That was disturbing and I really wish I had clawed my eyes out.
Okay, done.
When did I become an old fuddy duddy?
Had a very nice Thanksgiving. My mom cooked her butt off. It was truly a feast. And there were no emergencies. Everyone was well behaved. Sorta. There were a couple moments where I thought, “Dear God!” But I figure, by now, it’s all out there. Nothing should be a surprise.
I have a couple things I need to do for clients today. I just want to get them done and out and then I can get back to doing nothing. Procrastination is quickly turning into a specialty of mine.
Snow fell for about an hour or two yesterday morning. It was lovely. In the evening, we watched the news and then Extra came on. I sat there watching some expose on Kim Kardashian and I was surprised that Pookie didn’t change the channel. Finally I looked over to him and I saw that he was sound asleep. Tryptophan!
Today is Black Friday and I keep thinking I should probably buy something since the deals are supposedly amazing. I feel like I need to purge rather than stock up. The only thing I would love is an iPad or a PC equivalent. But that’s me just being geeky. I am happy with my current setup.
Sometimes it seems so hard. But it really isn’t. Ultimately, it means nothing. Days wash by, one after the other. What was once important is soon forgotten.
I really need to figure out how I can support myself without killing myself. Undoubtedly my life is easy. I am not doing manual, hard labor. But I am now at the point where I rarely stop working AND YET I can’t seem to get done what I need to get done. I keep taking on more work because I figure I need to make hay while the sun is shining.
I am not looking for any answers– I just need to just figure it out.
Caught the audio of this on XM Radio and had to watch it once I got home, it’s Shaun Cassidy playing his greatest hits on Oprah.
Here he is as a young, girly stud:
Last night, Pookie and I went to see our friend play with his 80’s band, Rubix Cube. It was in University City and as it turned out, we were the oldest kids there. How old were we? Although I was wearing pantyhose and high heels… just like all the other girls; I wasn’t wearing mine with a hint of irony.
On the same episode of Oprah, the Backstreet Boys also made an appearance. Although I had friends who were Backstreet Boy fans, I always considered myself too old for them… at the time. I was still too busy digging Micky and Davy and Mike but not Peter because he is a dork. Watching their appearance, I have to admit I was surprised to find that Mark L. Wahlberg, host of Antiques Roadshow was absent. Am I insane? I always thought he was a Backstreet Boy? I guess I was wrong.
Watching the kids dance to the 80’s music, in their faux 80’s garb, got me all teary-eyed over the past. And it had me realizing my own old fartitude. I so wanted to grab the girls and give them a sweatshirt to wear and feed them a candy bar. And I wanted to show them how to really dance like the 80’s… it’s more of a kick… kick… kick-motion and less “stripper on the pole”-gyration.
I called Lisa today and told her about all the girl on girl action I witnessed and she told me that happened even way back when. I just forget. I don’t think so.
What else has been going on while I’ve been quiet? Not too much. The doctor is pretty sure I’m healthy. Pookie keeps telling me I need to go to the grocery store more often and get rid of this weird notion that the monthly grocery bill should not exceed 150.00. I won an eBook reader! But it’s just a stupid Libre and not a Kindle or a Nook. I am thinking about pawning it on eBay. My XM Radio refused to turn on this afternoon while I drove back from Pookie’s and I just about went insane listening to regular old terrestrial radio. I am pretty happy I paid the 40.00 for the platinum version of PlayOn. Now I can spend my evenings watching the Half Pint Brawlers, midget wresting show. After just one episode I knew I got my money’s worth. Honestly, have you watched this show? Those dwarves are vicious! Made the Little Cigars look like munchkins! Don’t look at me like that…. I was 5 foot 10 inches at 12 years of age, I’m allowed to have a fascination with all things small. And I just got measured at the doctor’s and I am an inch and a half taller than I ever thought. That’s about it.
Guys, I gotta rethink my strategy. I am working my ass off. I don’t want to be working this hard. Not for what I am making. I need to charge more.
Fewer higher paying gigs. That’s what I need.
You won’t believe this but I went to a mentoring program at Rosemont last night. AS A MENTOR! Knocked me for a loop when I was invited, too.
Here are some of the bits of advice I handed out…
“Nurse? You want to be a nurse? You want to touch rashes and get coughed on and stick needles in people and clean up shit and vomit? You sure on that one?”
“My hints for interviewing? Well, if you are being interviewed by the hiring manager, don’t come across as too smart or too aggressive because they’ll think you are a threat to their position and won’t hire you, it’s best to come across as slightly incompetent.”
“You are a business major and you need advice as to what recession-proof industry to go into? I’ve got two words for you…. FUNERAL DIRECTOR”
“Graduate School? Me? Nah, I always figured if I needed an advanced degree I’d just hire a person with one.”
“I’d absolutely suggest an internship… and running over there and getting me a cookie and a Sierra Mist.”
There were a lot of blank stares and a few tears. I had fun.