Well folks, it's that time of year again. The time we make resolutions that usually last for about 12 hours. We've all been there. We've all sworn to lose weight, join a gym, quit smoking, stop doing somethingoranother or, start doing somethingoranother.
We turn around and realize that another year has passed. If we're fortunate, we look back and say "Damn, I did it. I accomplished it."
Or more often the case, we look back and think, "What a fucking waste this year was."
So here it is again. Dec 31st looming large. Time to for us to set new expectations in our lives. Expectations that in just one day we can change something in our life we're not happy with.
And if truth be known... we can. It's just that sometimes 1 year is not enough time to achieve it.
I've long grown past the 'party in a bar' New Years celebration. For the last few years I've stayed at home, barely caring to watch the ball drop in Times Square, but still I resolved to do a few things. In years past I've resolved to get out of a nothingness of a marriage, get a financial hold on my life, buy a house. All of them took more than one year to do. But this year, I look back and find them all done. Frankly, it's rather surreal.
It's also a time to look back and say thanks for the things that did go right during the year. What I thank God most for, is the continued good health of me and my kids.
But, I have one last resolution left. One last thing I want to accomplish. And this one is huge. This one is scary. This one would change me almost more than all the others. And I don't know if I'm brave enough to do it. It's something I wish for everyday. I battle every day over it. Every.single.day. But having it done, would make me so very happy.
It'll be interesting to look back a year from now, and see if I had the guts to go through with it.
Friday, December 30, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Oy
Just when I was going to learn to keep my opinions to myself...
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Monday, December 26, 2005
Weird Habits Tagged.
You've been tagged (by Pretty Peanut)! Here are the rules; the first player of this game starts with the topic. Five weird habits of yourself and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don’t forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says “You are tagged” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.
5 weird habits. hmm.
Hmmm.
I have quirks. Do they count?
1. I luv coffee. I am not human until I get my coffee. I.really.love.my.coffee. My ex used to wake me up by poking me. You know, that kind of poking. He's lucky I didn't un-attached it from his body kind of poking. He learned to wake me up with coffee. It's still attached. All because of coffee. He's the only person I know that might love coffee more than I do.
2. I have an extreme weakness for tall men. This is measured in direct contrast to my complete oblivion to short men. Tall men send instant visions of sex to my brain. Instant.
3. I'm a fixer. If there's a problem. I will come up with a solution. This comes in handy in times of a crises. But, if people tell me their problems, I will then offer up a solution and actually expect them to do it. I need to stop issuing advice to people that really don't want it and won't follow it, and learn that sometimes it's just enough to listen and nod.
4. I like sitting on the bathroom vanity and soaking my feet. I will fix a cup of coffee, grab a book and sit there for an hour with my feet in the sink, soaking in the warm water.
5. I have to touch stuff when I'm shopping/browsing whether I buy it or not. It just begs to be touched, fondled, held.
Tagged:
Gail
Becky
Bedazzled
Kath
5 weird habits. hmm.
Hmmm.
I have quirks. Do they count?
1. I luv coffee. I am not human until I get my coffee. I.really.love.my.coffee. My ex used to wake me up by poking me. You know, that kind of poking. He's lucky I didn't un-attached it from his body kind of poking. He learned to wake me up with coffee. It's still attached. All because of coffee. He's the only person I know that might love coffee more than I do.
2. I have an extreme weakness for tall men. This is measured in direct contrast to my complete oblivion to short men. Tall men send instant visions of sex to my brain. Instant.
3. I'm a fixer. If there's a problem. I will come up with a solution. This comes in handy in times of a crises. But, if people tell me their problems, I will then offer up a solution and actually expect them to do it. I need to stop issuing advice to people that really don't want it and won't follow it, and learn that sometimes it's just enough to listen and nod.
4. I like sitting on the bathroom vanity and soaking my feet. I will fix a cup of coffee, grab a book and sit there for an hour with my feet in the sink, soaking in the warm water.
5. I have to touch stuff when I'm shopping/browsing whether I buy it or not. It just begs to be touched, fondled, held.
Tagged:
Gail
Becky
Bedazzled
Kath
Nirvana
It's done, over, finis. I didn't go into debt over Christmas and I'm not broke. It's my own Christmas miracle.
But it gets better.
I'm on vacation for 2 weeks. From both jobs.
Pass the sweats and call me lazy.
I'm about to take 'sloth' to a whole new level.
But it gets better.
I'm on vacation for 2 weeks. From both jobs.
Pass the sweats and call me lazy.
I'm about to take 'sloth' to a whole new level.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Christmas?! I Own Your Butt.
OMG. I am so excited.
I've been seriously plagued by the "I don't know fairies" this year. Annoying little fockers. That's what happens when you have teenagers who aren't the 'gimme gimme' kind of kids. They've been poor. Real poor. But at this time in our lives we're not rich, but we're not poor either. Thank you God.
I tried to eliminate the "I don't know faries" by offering to take the kids on their first plane trip. My boys are 20, 20 and 18 and have never been on a plane. So, I suggested instead of buying a crapload of 'stuff', that we get up Christmas morning and go to the airport and go have an adventure.
We could set a budget, google cheap last minute fares to anywhere, pick a destination that was in our budget and go have an adventure. We could fly to Washington DC for lunch then come back home. Fares were less than $200 round trip. Christmas fun for 4 people costing under $1,000. Not only doable, but a damn fun idea. Or so I thought.
2 sons said "Sure!" They were game.
But alas, boys will be little boys... and one lone voice said, "But will there be presents under the tree Christmas morning? I like the way we always have Christmas. We have our traditions." le sigh. What to do when you have a child that's still a kid at heart? You go shopping and buy crap.
And then 2 days ago, their Dad stepped up. Last year he gave them I.O.U.'s. This year he gave them each $300 to shop and ME money too. But by that time, I had already spent part of my budget buying presents. Now, with the extra cash we could now swing the trip, but talk about excess! No. I decided I it was financially smarter to continue with the usual presents idea and now I would still have money left over in the bank after Christmas. Wow. Wouldn't that be novel.
But that meant I was back to battling the "I don't know fairies."
Yesterday the words "Creative Zen" (better than iPods the kids say) were heard. Do you know how hard it is to find one of those this year? I found 3. Woohoo! They cost more than the friggen plane idea. 80% of the budget on one gift for each child.
And then, while whining about the "I don't know fairies" to a guy at work, a fantastic present fell into my lap.
I mentioned I saw pool tables for sale under $500 at Sports Authority but they were sold out.
He mentioned he had a regulation pool table in perfect condition sitting in his basement that he wanted gone.
I'm taking it off his hands for $50.
Oh yeaaaa! Take that you blasted "I don't know fairies." I own your asses now.
I've been seriously plagued by the "I don't know fairies" this year. Annoying little fockers. That's what happens when you have teenagers who aren't the 'gimme gimme' kind of kids. They've been poor. Real poor. But at this time in our lives we're not rich, but we're not poor either. Thank you God.
I tried to eliminate the "I don't know faries" by offering to take the kids on their first plane trip. My boys are 20, 20 and 18 and have never been on a plane. So, I suggested instead of buying a crapload of 'stuff', that we get up Christmas morning and go to the airport and go have an adventure.
We could set a budget, google cheap last minute fares to anywhere, pick a destination that was in our budget and go have an adventure. We could fly to Washington DC for lunch then come back home. Fares were less than $200 round trip. Christmas fun for 4 people costing under $1,000. Not only doable, but a damn fun idea. Or so I thought.
2 sons said "Sure!" They were game.
But alas, boys will be little boys... and one lone voice said, "But will there be presents under the tree Christmas morning? I like the way we always have Christmas. We have our traditions." le sigh. What to do when you have a child that's still a kid at heart? You go shopping and buy crap.
And then 2 days ago, their Dad stepped up. Last year he gave them I.O.U.'s. This year he gave them each $300 to shop and ME money too. But by that time, I had already spent part of my budget buying presents. Now, with the extra cash we could now swing the trip, but talk about excess! No. I decided I it was financially smarter to continue with the usual presents idea and now I would still have money left over in the bank after Christmas. Wow. Wouldn't that be novel.
But that meant I was back to battling the "I don't know fairies."
Yesterday the words "Creative Zen" (better than iPods the kids say) were heard. Do you know how hard it is to find one of those this year? I found 3. Woohoo! They cost more than the friggen plane idea. 80% of the budget on one gift for each child.
And then, while whining about the "I don't know fairies" to a guy at work, a fantastic present fell into my lap.
I mentioned I saw pool tables for sale under $500 at Sports Authority but they were sold out.
He mentioned he had a regulation pool table in perfect condition sitting in his basement that he wanted gone.
I'm taking it off his hands for $50.
Oh yeaaaa! Take that you blasted "I don't know fairies." I own your asses now.
Friday, December 23, 2005
Shopping Smart
Why did I not think of this before?
Delegate.
I have 3 elves with cars. Delegate.the.shopping.Duh.
Delegate.
I have 3 elves with cars. Delegate.the.shopping.Duh.
Oh Chit.
OMG. There are 2 - -TWO(!) shopping days left. TWO.
After work yesterday, I grabbed the nearest son (aka helper elf#1) and took off shopping. I was actually armed with ideas. Ideas people. Ideas!
We hit the Dollar Store so helper elf#1 could get his tradition out of the way and then it was on to the store. There were no crowds and plenty of stuff on the shelves. We started wandering.
"Oh look" said helper elf, "gloves. I sure need some gloves."
Into the basket they went. "Pretend you didn't see that" I said. "Merry Christmas."
"Oh look!" said helper elf, "A suede comforter. You know brother C wants a comforter. Boy, I sure would like a new comforter like this too."
Into the basket 2 comforters went. "Pretend you didn't see that" I said. "Merry Christmas."
And so it went.
Today I'm grabbing helper elf #2.
Hey, no system is perfect. And a mom's gotta do, what a mom's gotta do.
After work yesterday, I grabbed the nearest son (aka helper elf#1) and took off shopping. I was actually armed with ideas. Ideas people. Ideas!
We hit the Dollar Store so helper elf#1 could get his tradition out of the way and then it was on to the store. There were no crowds and plenty of stuff on the shelves. We started wandering.
"Oh look" said helper elf, "gloves. I sure need some gloves."
Into the basket they went. "Pretend you didn't see that" I said. "Merry Christmas."
"Oh look!" said helper elf, "A suede comforter. You know brother C wants a comforter. Boy, I sure would like a new comforter like this too."
Into the basket 2 comforters went. "Pretend you didn't see that" I said. "Merry Christmas."
And so it went.
Today I'm grabbing helper elf #2.
Hey, no system is perfect. And a mom's gotta do, what a mom's gotta do.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Pfft.
The other day someone asked me, "So does your blog have a point?"
uh.....No.
No it doesn't.
But thanks ever so much for asking.
uh.....No.
No it doesn't.
But thanks ever so much for asking.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
A Plan is born
To date or not to date, and why? That's the question I'm pondering tonight.The only answer I can come up with is 'because I'm bored. ' But when it comes right down to it, I'm really too lazy to put the time and effort into dating.
And before I get started, this isn't a question about sex. I can find that anywhere. It's about a r.e.l.a.t.i.o.n.s.h.i.p. and I don't think I want one of those. Do I? I can't decide. Le sigh.
Tonight the answer is no. I don't. I mean why should I? I've already been married. I have my own house. I support myself. I have total control over the remote, the bathrooms and closets. What more could a girl ask for? It's Nirvana.
I read many 'single women' blogs. Women who all sound to be looking for Mr. Right. Many of these women are in their late 20's, professionals, humorous as hell, but rather desperately seeking the husband of their dreams to father their not yet to-be-born children.
I have children. It's incentive not to get married.
But then I was watching TV and saw a commercial for E-Harmony. So I went to check out the site. (Boredom manifests itself in strange ways.)
Damn, these people are way too freaking serious. After about the 3rd page of answering questions, I quit. Anybody that fills out all that paperwork is looking for marriage. I mean what kind of guy would fill out a mega questionnaire like that? Girls? Yes. We take quizzes in magazines. Answer a 40 page questionnaire? No problem. Guys? Well, I'm thinking, not so much.
And just watch those E-Harmony commercials. The couples are so sweet, in love, yadda yadda...but look closer. Those women have death grips on the guy. There isn't a one that isn't latched onto his arm or super glued their hands together. Scary.
I think what I really need to find is a small circle of single girl friends...
And a pool boy like the Christmas Santa. I mean, he comes to the house weekly, doesn't take up closet space, I don't have to feed him..........Yep, I think that he would do quite nicely. Quite nicely indeed.
Now, where to find one. That is the real question.
And before I get started, this isn't a question about sex. I can find that anywhere. It's about a r.e.l.a.t.i.o.n.s.h.i.p. and I don't think I want one of those. Do I? I can't decide. Le sigh.
Tonight the answer is no. I don't. I mean why should I? I've already been married. I have my own house. I support myself. I have total control over the remote, the bathrooms and closets. What more could a girl ask for? It's Nirvana.
I read many 'single women' blogs. Women who all sound to be looking for Mr. Right. Many of these women are in their late 20's, professionals, humorous as hell, but rather desperately seeking the husband of their dreams to father their not yet to-be-born children.
I have children. It's incentive not to get married.
But then I was watching TV and saw a commercial for E-Harmony. So I went to check out the site. (Boredom manifests itself in strange ways.)
Damn, these people are way too freaking serious. After about the 3rd page of answering questions, I quit. Anybody that fills out all that paperwork is looking for marriage. I mean what kind of guy would fill out a mega questionnaire like that? Girls? Yes. We take quizzes in magazines. Answer a 40 page questionnaire? No problem. Guys? Well, I'm thinking, not so much.
And just watch those E-Harmony commercials. The couples are so sweet, in love, yadda yadda...but look closer. Those women have death grips on the guy. There isn't a one that isn't latched onto his arm or super glued their hands together. Scary.
I think what I really need to find is a small circle of single girl friends...
And a pool boy like the Christmas Santa. I mean, he comes to the house weekly, doesn't take up closet space, I don't have to feed him..........Yep, I think that he would do quite nicely. Quite nicely indeed.
Now, where to find one. That is the real question.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
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fuckity-fuck.fuck.
Scrooge
I'm so done with wandering through stores aimlessly. Next time I go shopping I better damn well buy something.
So far Christmas is stacking up like this:
Son #3, the 18 year old. Shooting boots and a new glove bought a week ago. He wore them last weekend at a competition but at a price tag of $200 I'm making him wrap them and put them under the tree.
Son #2, the 20 year old. I ordered some stuff from Amazon.com. It hasn't arrived yet. It's just stuff. It's Wednesday. Christmas is Sunday. I need this stuff. Then I need to find more stuff.
Son #3, the 20 year old college kid. His hard drive is going on his lap top. He ordered it and it will arrive.... sometime.
I'm out of ideas. I'm lacking inspiration. I'm on a strict budget.
I'm so scrooged.
So far Christmas is stacking up like this:
Son #3, the 18 year old. Shooting boots and a new glove bought a week ago. He wore them last weekend at a competition but at a price tag of $200 I'm making him wrap them and put them under the tree.
Son #2, the 20 year old. I ordered some stuff from Amazon.com. It hasn't arrived yet. It's just stuff. It's Wednesday. Christmas is Sunday. I need this stuff. Then I need to find more stuff.
Son #3, the 20 year old college kid. His hard drive is going on his lap top. He ordered it and it will arrive.... sometime.
I'm out of ideas. I'm lacking inspiration. I'm on a strict budget.
I'm so scrooged.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Clueless
Today I was.....
...... asked out by an ok (yawn) guy.
.......and was asked to pencil in phone sex on my calendar for Christmas Eve by another.
Is this an improvement?
I can't tell if things are looking up or not.
...... asked out by an ok (yawn) guy.
.......and was asked to pencil in phone sex on my calendar for Christmas Eve by another.
Is this an improvement?
I can't tell if things are looking up or not.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Report cards
I'd like to report that I went out this weekend.
I'd like to also report that I started my Christmas shopping, or that I finished my Christmas shopping, bought groceries, cleaned the house, decorated, cooked, got organized, sent out Christmas cards, wrapped packages, did laundry, caught up on some reading, put the lights up on the outside of the house....
But I didn't.
I'm not quite sure what I did this weekend.... but I know it wasn't any of that.
I'd like to also report that I started my Christmas shopping, or that I finished my Christmas shopping, bought groceries, cleaned the house, decorated, cooked, got organized, sent out Christmas cards, wrapped packages, did laundry, caught up on some reading, put the lights up on the outside of the house....
But I didn't.
I'm not quite sure what I did this weekend.... but I know it wasn't any of that.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Christmas Shit
Well, the Christmas shit is up. Such a cheery sentiment isn't it.
This was the first year I groaned opening up all 12 HUGE storage bins slammed full with decorations. I keep yelling, "Why do we have all this stuff!" Nobody answered.
Now that the house is decorated, all I do is look around and keep thinking about having to pack it all away. Groan again.
Why then, when I'm in stores do I go "Oh how cute!" and think "I want that" when I see another christmas decoration.
The kids are seemingly blase about Christmas. They don't know what they want. Which is great. Just fuckin great. Shopping is always soooo much fun. Who doesn't like to elbow through crowds, spending a boatload of money on nothing.
This was the first year I groaned opening up all 12 HUGE storage bins slammed full with decorations. I keep yelling, "Why do we have all this stuff!" Nobody answered.
Now that the house is decorated, all I do is look around and keep thinking about having to pack it all away. Groan again.
Why then, when I'm in stores do I go "Oh how cute!" and think "I want that" when I see another christmas decoration.
The kids are seemingly blase about Christmas. They don't know what they want. Which is great. Just fuckin great. Shopping is always soooo much fun. Who doesn't like to elbow through crowds, spending a boatload of money on nothing.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Caption Contest
Ok guys... get me in the Christmas spirit and write me a caption for what is obviously going to be another 'Maxine Christmas' around my house.
I'll send the best caption winner something in the mail.
Of course it might be just a card..... but hey, it's something, and it's mail.
Oh, and I'd uh, need your address... so if you want something GREAT (like a card or something in the mail) e-mail me your address...
... or if you're shy, afraid I might stalk you, or live in a box and are draining free internet off someone else, don't send it. Just play.
So write a caption, send me your address and hope for the best.
C'mon, you know you wanna. Besides, I have a tongue that's bored, and stamps just waiting to be licked.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
A Christmas Whine
I always have these great ideas that I want to do at Christmas.
Plans full of fun things I'd like to do with the kids. Gift ideas that I'd like to buy and send to friends far away. Cookies I'd like to bake for us to enjoy when sitting around the fire in the evenings, looking at the Christmas tree and listening to Christmas music. Taking the kids to see the Nutcracker. Taking the kids to see the lights, somewhere. Anywhere. Shopping all dressed up with my kids, then having lunch or dinner out afterwards.
Who am I kidding?
There are24 14 (Holy night Kath!) days until Christmas. I will be working most of those days. I don't even have the decorations up from the store room, much less a tree up. I have no idea what my budget will be for Christmas so shopping has to wait. I don't have the friends addresses. My kids are boys....Teenage boys that would rather muck out the pool than go shopping to the mall with Mom. They still don't know what they want for Christmas.
They would however be more than happy to eat any cookies that were here.
Damnit, I want a Hallmark card kind of holiday, just once.... And I don't mean a Maxine Shoebox card either.
Plans full of fun things I'd like to do with the kids. Gift ideas that I'd like to buy and send to friends far away. Cookies I'd like to bake for us to enjoy when sitting around the fire in the evenings, looking at the Christmas tree and listening to Christmas music. Taking the kids to see the Nutcracker. Taking the kids to see the lights, somewhere. Anywhere. Shopping all dressed up with my kids, then having lunch or dinner out afterwards.
Who am I kidding?
There are
They would however be more than happy to eat any cookies that were here.
Damnit, I want a Hallmark card kind of holiday, just once.... And I don't mean a Maxine Shoebox card either.
Friday, December 09, 2005
Happy Friday!
Good morning Boss #2,
I'm still at home working with Boss #1, Delta and our travel agency trying to get him (boss #1) out of Bangor, Maine instead of Boston.
Seems the airlines figured both cities start with "B" and maybe no one would notice if they re-routed him there. He noticed.
I would have been on time to the office except I can't e-mail, make calls, and google flights while driving.....
I'm just not that talented.
~Sie
With e-mails like this, I sometimes wonder why they haven't fired me yet.
I'm still at home working with Boss #1, Delta and our travel agency trying to get him (boss #1) out of Bangor, Maine instead of Boston.
Seems the airlines figured both cities start with "B" and maybe no one would notice if they re-routed him there. He noticed.
I would have been on time to the office except I can't e-mail, make calls, and google flights while driving.....
I'm just not that talented.
~Sie
With e-mails like this, I sometimes wonder why they haven't fired me yet.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Time
It's odd how time gets away from you.
I recently passed another year anniversary of my divorce.
Anniversary of a divorce. What a rather oxy moronic title that is.
I don't have regrets about divorcing him. I regret that my marriage didn't last. I don't miss him. I miss having someone wonderful in my life.
Relationships. Why are they so damn hard?
At what age do you pack away the ideas; the desire for romance; the lust for passion; the wishes of love; the thought of finding someone; and thoughts of marriage.
How old is too old?
Just some cold wintry thoughts inside that seem to mirror the weather outside.
I really do need to move to a warmer climate.
I recently passed another year anniversary of my divorce.
Anniversary of a divorce. What a rather oxy moronic title that is.
I don't have regrets about divorcing him. I regret that my marriage didn't last. I don't miss him. I miss having someone wonderful in my life.
Relationships. Why are they so damn hard?
At what age do you pack away the ideas; the desire for romance; the lust for passion; the wishes of love; the thought of finding someone; and thoughts of marriage.
How old is too old?
Just some cold wintry thoughts inside that seem to mirror the weather outside.
I really do need to move to a warmer climate.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Shopping
Well now....
The clutch on Son #3's Jeep went out.
And insurance on Son #2's car will be close to $900.
That kinda wraps up Christmas now, doesn't it?
Ho.ho.damnit.ho.
The clutch on Son #3's Jeep went out.
And insurance on Son #2's car will be close to $900.
That kinda wraps up Christmas now, doesn't it?
Ho.ho.damnit.ho.
Monday, December 05, 2005
All That's Missing Is A Cat
If I had a sex life, I'd blog about it.
If I had a dating life, I'd blog about it.
I don't. So suffer with me... won't you?
After my nap on Sunday....I got my lethargic butt busy and cleaned. I cleaned the silverware drawer. I cleaned the sink. I cleaned the stove. I cleaned the kitchen floor.
I can feel the envy.
I did not however, clean my closet... yet.
If I had a dating life, I'd blog about it.
I don't. So suffer with me... won't you?
After my nap on Sunday....I got my lethargic butt busy and cleaned. I cleaned the silverware drawer. I cleaned the sink. I cleaned the stove. I cleaned the kitchen floor.
I can feel the envy.
I did not however, clean my closet... yet.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Lethargy
I'm in a serious rut. However, the rut isn't really the problem. It's the attitude that goes with it.
I'm just so damn lethargic. Too lethargic to even try and climb out of the rut I find myself in. It just seems easier to lay here at the bottom and look up, rather than muck around to find things to build a ladder and climb out.
I thought about posting pictures of my closet, thinking perhaps public humiliation would be the catalyst needed to clean it. I'm too tired to go and find the camera.
3 weeks until Christmas. Just the thought of pulling out all the decorations is enough to send me back to bed.
I can't even muster up the interest to go shopping for the kids. When I ask what they want for Christmas, I'm getting their standard answer of "I don't know." Wandering through crowds and stores looking for "I don't know" is frustrating and expensive. More so when I don't know what my budget is yet.
This weekend and the next two will be spent traveling 5 hours to and from Ft. Benning for shooting competitions with my youngest. It makes even me more tired just thinking about it.
Now that I've depressed everyone, I think I will go back to bed. Maybe I will wake up with some energy.
One can only hope.
I'm just so damn lethargic. Too lethargic to even try and climb out of the rut I find myself in. It just seems easier to lay here at the bottom and look up, rather than muck around to find things to build a ladder and climb out.
I thought about posting pictures of my closet, thinking perhaps public humiliation would be the catalyst needed to clean it. I'm too tired to go and find the camera.
3 weeks until Christmas. Just the thought of pulling out all the decorations is enough to send me back to bed.
I can't even muster up the interest to go shopping for the kids. When I ask what they want for Christmas, I'm getting their standard answer of "I don't know." Wandering through crowds and stores looking for "I don't know" is frustrating and expensive. More so when I don't know what my budget is yet.
This weekend and the next two will be spent traveling 5 hours to and from Ft. Benning for shooting competitions with my youngest. It makes even me more tired just thinking about it.
Now that I've depressed everyone, I think I will go back to bed. Maybe I will wake up with some energy.
One can only hope.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Paths
I've noticed.... if you take it day-by-day, one step at a time and keep concentrating, you will tackle problems as they cross your path.
But, sooner or later, you're gonna have to take a break and look up.
Which of course means you run the risk of standing there saying..... "Where the hell am I? "
One can only hope it's a nice spot for a picnic.
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