… there really isn’t a point. This is just me, trying to make sense of my jumbled thoughts. Bear with me …
I can do anything … as long as I develop a habit.
For example: I’m currently a workout fiend. Why? Because I’ve made working out a habit. Now I feel guilty, and a bit cranky, if something disrupts that habit and I can’t put my body through the wringer. (By the way, I’m seeing results. I’ve cut out the junk food – except for the occasional 3-Musketeer’s Bar because of all the chocolate, it probably has the least amount of fat – and I’m forcing myself to shift my eating habits to actually eating a decent breakfast (which I’m never hungry for normally) and lunch and very light on the dinner.
It’s working, and I’m ecstatic. Hopefully, I can keep this up so I look halfway decent on our cruise next month.
But if I haven’t develop a habit, then I totally suck at getting stuff done. No seriously, it’s really, really REALLY pathetic. SO pathetic, in fact, that I can’t even be completely honest with you on how much I DON’T get done and SHOULD because it would disgust you and your already high opinion of me (HA!) would drop several thousand levels.
It’s all this blog’s fault. If I could (and will!!!!) develop the habit of writing my blog posts at a certain time of day (say early morning because night is reserved for working out and/or family and quite honestly, my brain simply stops working after 7:00 p.m.), then I could make another habit of actually getting some creative writing done.
I posted two, TWO, short stories on my fiction blog last month. And this month? A BIG, FAT ZERO.
I’m so disgusted with myself, I can’t even put it into words.
Something needs to change.
If … I could … simply … walk … away … from this … damn … computer …. Aaargh!
Did you know that if you’re using Firefox (which you should be anyway because IE SUCKS!) there’s a built in spell checker? And here you thought I was just THAT good of a writer. *snort*
From the Firefox features website:
A built-in spell checker lets you enter text directly into Web pages— like blog posts and Web-based email—without worrying about typos and misspellings. Work directly with the Web and save yourself a step.
I don’t know, I just thought I’d share that little tidbit of information with you because, well, I hate to say this, but some bloggers? Need the extra help, I think.
😀
Attention rude, obnoxious, I-don’t-give-a-crap-for-anyone-but-my-self-inflated-ego buttheads:
The end of the school year is approaching. Do you know what that means? That means, that there will be concerts.
From our children.
Who have worked really, really hard to practice and learn the awesome songs they will perform for us at said concerts.
They expect our undivided attention. They deserve our undivided attention. I don’t think it’s too much to ask that you put your f*cking cell phone away and keep that fat trap of yours shut for the duration of the song (which, by the way, is about three minutes long. If you MUST talk, then spout your nonsense in between songs, certainly not DURING the song).
In addition, please teach your 4th / 5th grade children that it’s NOT OKAY to talk loudly, or horseplay, during the songs because HELLO?! Give the kids playing their hearts out a little respect, mmmkay?
You do know what respect is right? No? How about courtesy? Still drawing a blank? How’s about some manners? No? Seriously? Then let me spell it out in a language that you’re sure to understand – SHUT. THE. HELL. UP.
And if you think I’m going to apologize for turning around and giving you one of my patented dirty, scary, I’m-going-to-incinerate-you-on-the-spot looks, then think again lady.
Think. Again.
Does anyone else smell Poptarts?
Quick! Where’s my Lysol! I must get rid of that sugary, toasted, cinnamon smell!
Good lord. Did you know you can buy Poptarts from Amazon now?!
Man, that’s just wrong.
And I need to get the mental image of Poptarts being delivered to my front door out of my mind.
Dude drove himself to school today.
Well actually, I was with him. But he drove to school and we switched places in the parking lot.
It was so … weird. I mean, I know the boy is getting older. And it’s hard to NOT see how he’s as tall as I am, but to have him take over a duty that I’ve had the pleasure of doing for him and his brother (driving them to school every day) for the past 11 years, was just … surreal.
I could actually FEEL the pulling away, today.
It was both exciting and sad at the same time.
I mean, I could fool myself into thinking he was still my little boy by justifying it by the fact that he wasn’t driving yet. That it was when he drove and would need me less and less – THEN he would become a young man.
I don’t even have that excuse anymore.
*sigh*
There is a mandatory high school band meeting tomorrow night for Jazz. I’m really looking forward to going simply because I have no idea how this is going to work. Will we have to buy him specific color pants? How much is this going to cost? Will he be expected to show up to school early each morning to practice? How is that going to affect our schedules? How much traveling will be involved?
And can parents tag along without looking like complete dweebs?
I’ll most likely be Twittering the events if you would be interested in following along.
Speaking of Twitter:
I think this might be just one of the numerous reasons why Christianity gets a bad rap: http://bit.ly/SCchQ
And may I just say? Not ALL Christians are THIS uptight.
I am pretty sure God is not going to care if you dance. Sheesh. Lighten up, people.
Did you mark your calendars for May 17th?
(click on the badge for details).
I told Kevin that I was going to do The Love Dare on him and do you want to know what he said?
Er, I can’t actually tell you what he said because it’s not a family-friendly response.
But let’s just say, I’m REALLY looking forward to doing these dares with him next week.
*WINKWINK*
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