It's staring at me urging me to "get a move on!" It's the list of things I need to do today - errands and such - and somehow it's also morphed into the list of things I need to do at work too.
11:00 a.m. and I haven't crossed a single thing off it yet. The excuses are starting already. Things like:
- I have two days to get the list done. Surely that's plenty of time. I can get to it later. (Well, actually now I'm down to a day and a half...)
- Do I really need to go out and pollute the environment by driving my vehicle into town just to accomplish some of the items on the list? Shouldn't I be more environmentally conscious?
- I haven't had any good "flake out" time lately. Maybe I should I forget the list and concentrate on me.
- It's sunny and beautiful out today. It would be a shame to waste it by running errands and such. Perhaps I should go for a walk instead. The list can wait.
Hmmmm... Have just decided to add something to The List. "Have coffee and read newspaper to catch up on local news."
Perfect. I'll get right on that. There, you see? I can accomplish something on the list after all and it's not even noon yet. Progress!
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Monster Under House Arrest
Charlie (a.k.a. Monster) is under house arrest for two weeks. That means no frolicking outdoors. We're on day six. I think I'm in more pain from the house arrest than he is. He's driving me nuts.
Last Wednesday the Monster came home injured from his very merry adventures. I let him sleep it off but it quickly became clear on Thursday morning that we would have to take a trek to the Vet.
Now, as every woman who is a pet owner knows... a trip to the Vet means "Bye, bye purse that I will now no longer own."
Sure enough $250+ later I learned that the Monster has somehow managed to fracture his spine. WTF?
The real kicker is that there is nothing that can be done other than him getting some rest and administering the occasional drug to help ease the pain.
But where are the drugs they should have given me? I'm the one who has to live with his constant whining to go out. And despite my attempts to reason with him, he still keeps trying to whittle down the wood on the front door. I figure I have at least another couple of days before his scratching breaks on through to the other side.
Sure, when he walks all wobbly and such, I do feel sorry for him. But if he doesn't chill out soon I might have to start taking his Vet prescribed drugs myself.
Last Wednesday the Monster came home injured from his very merry adventures. I let him sleep it off but it quickly became clear on Thursday morning that we would have to take a trek to the Vet.
Now, as every woman who is a pet owner knows... a trip to the Vet means "Bye, bye purse that I will now no longer own."
Sure enough $250+ later I learned that the Monster has somehow managed to fracture his spine. WTF?
The real kicker is that there is nothing that can be done other than him getting some rest and administering the occasional drug to help ease the pain.
But where are the drugs they should have given me? I'm the one who has to live with his constant whining to go out. And despite my attempts to reason with him, he still keeps trying to whittle down the wood on the front door. I figure I have at least another couple of days before his scratching breaks on through to the other side.
Sure, when he walks all wobbly and such, I do feel sorry for him. But if he doesn't chill out soon I might have to start taking his Vet prescribed drugs myself.
Birthdays aren't just the same without Christmas... and discount cards
Spent this past Saturday celebrating my Mom's 60+ (she prefers if you didn't know what the + stands for) birthday back in the "home town."
As always it's great to see her. She looks FANTASTIC for 60+. Hopefully I turn out the same way. Ahhhh... but as I'm always telling my team "Hope is not a strategy."
After a nice dinner out on the town (Hungarian food if you must know) we went back to the house and climbed into our pj's before opening her birthday cards sent from family afar.
Except, they weren't birthday cards.
The first two cards Mom opened were misplaced, unopened Christmas cards! The giggles that ensued.
And then the kicker. My mom's sister (a.k.a. My "Aunt S") had sent a package. Mom had a bit of difficulty opening it because Aunt S is a really, really, really good package wrapper. It's like she has some sort of brown package vacuum sealer contraption that she uses.
So Mom gets out the paring knife, the scissors and Voila! The package is open. It's not until a little later on that she notices the card. She opens it and says, "Oh, I guess Aunt S got this card at a discount store." I nod like I know this is something Aunt S would do for sure. (She's an excellent bargain hunter.)
And then it hits me.
The card has been perfectly cropped in the corner. But I don't think it's a discount card. Heck, they don't do that to greeting cards. Only overruns on books.
And then I start to laugh. Hard.
Not only has Mom managed to open some forgotten, misplaced Christmas cards, she's also managed to cut off the corner of the real birthday card - in her zeal to open the brown paper vacuum package - Aunt S sent to her.
God, I LOVE my mom. Happy birthday!!!
As always it's great to see her. She looks FANTASTIC for 60+. Hopefully I turn out the same way. Ahhhh... but as I'm always telling my team "Hope is not a strategy."
After a nice dinner out on the town (Hungarian food if you must know) we went back to the house and climbed into our pj's before opening her birthday cards sent from family afar.
Except, they weren't birthday cards.
The first two cards Mom opened were misplaced, unopened Christmas cards! The giggles that ensued.
And then the kicker. My mom's sister (a.k.a. My "Aunt S") had sent a package. Mom had a bit of difficulty opening it because Aunt S is a really, really, really good package wrapper. It's like she has some sort of brown package vacuum sealer contraption that she uses.
So Mom gets out the paring knife, the scissors and Voila! The package is open. It's not until a little later on that she notices the card. She opens it and says, "Oh, I guess Aunt S got this card at a discount store." I nod like I know this is something Aunt S would do for sure. (She's an excellent bargain hunter.)
And then it hits me.
The card has been perfectly cropped in the corner. But I don't think it's a discount card. Heck, they don't do that to greeting cards. Only overruns on books.
And then I start to laugh. Hard.
Not only has Mom managed to open some forgotten, misplaced Christmas cards, she's also managed to cut off the corner of the real birthday card - in her zeal to open the brown paper vacuum package - Aunt S sent to her.
God, I LOVE my mom. Happy birthday!!!
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