OVERWHELMED AND UNDER PRESSURE
Had a hard time with this title, typed Overwhelmed and Under... what? Paid? Definitely. Stress? Absolutely. Understaffed was definitely in the running. Duress? Ha! Poopy is cracking the holiday whip and it's coming dangerously close to reddening my butt.
Last night's plan was to have a friend over, drink some beer and we would decorate the tree. It didn't happen and that is probly for the best, as PD informed me in no uncertain terms that tree-decorating is a family activity. Guess my idea was sacrilegious or something. So I went to sleep last night with the intention of getting up early and having at the tree.
In the morning hours after I rolled out of bed, my Avoidance strategy kicked in, big time. I made my coffee, came on here and read every blog I've visited in the past year. Even a few I haven't. Then I downloaded some music and read some mail and played some Spider Solitaire. Then I smoked a cigarette and made two lists of everything else I'm avoiding. Then I wrote out a Christmas card. Then I ate breakfast. Then I turned the TV on and watched the weather, which was a total waste of time since the ground is covered with snow and that means it's cold.
I did, however, catch the preview of one of those popular medical comedies that everyone watches that gave me a chuckle. Scrubs, maybe. A "doctor" said something like this... "I'm pretty sure if they took porn off the Internet, the only site left on the whole Internet would be called 'Bring Back the Porn'." And what he said before that reminded me of JuJu, which was something like this... "I'm pretty sure if the person in line in front of me in the coffee shop hasn't decided yet what they want in the half-hour that we've been waiting in line, it's okay if I kill them."
I did a bunch of other stuff too, but I finally got the tree decorated. Finished around 3 pm.
Oh, and today in the mail I received a check in the amount of $2.35 from a bank in the town I grew up in for "Distribution" from the Estate of John C----, someone I've never heard of in my life. Have to look into that, I guess. That will give me something to do, I guess, when I'm looking for things to do to avoid writing out the rest of my Christmas cards.
And get this- One day last week I visited Moksha Gren's brother Jet's site on Myspace. In order to leave a comment, I had to set up an account. All I did was establish a username and password and for practice, I put my picture there. Then I left a few comments on Jet's site and left. Last night Ju and I were on IM and we were talking aboot it, for another reason. I went there and not only did I find my picture there but my age, address, zodiac sign, marital status (single! ha) and a statement that I do not wish to have children, for gawdsake. And there is no such thing on the page as an edit button OR a delete option. I was pissed. Oh well, whatever.
I came across this quote this morning when I was reading Blinded by the Lyrics by Brent Mann, when I should have been draping garland... "Somebody has to do something, and it's just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us." I could ask you to guess who may have said this, but then I'd just have to be coming back here over and over again all day to check answers. And I have better, er, more important, pressing things to do. It was the late, great Jerry Garcia. No, I've never been a fan but the quote struck me funny.
K, I'm going to go do something that has absolutely nothing to do with the upcoming holiday. And then tomorrow I'll post more on Avoidance Techniques 101.
Have a good weekend. And those of you who need to update blogs, please do so. Now.
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Had a hard time with this title, typed Overwhelmed and Under... what? Paid? Definitely. Stress? Absolutely. Understaffed was definitely in the running. Duress? Ha! Poopy is cracking the holiday whip and it's coming dangerously close to reddening my butt.
Last night's plan was to have a friend over, drink some beer and we would decorate the tree. It didn't happen and that is probly for the best, as PD informed me in no uncertain terms that tree-decorating is a family activity. Guess my idea was sacrilegious or something. So I went to sleep last night with the intention of getting up early and having at the tree.
In the morning hours after I rolled out of bed, my Avoidance strategy kicked in, big time. I made my coffee, came on here and read every blog I've visited in the past year. Even a few I haven't. Then I downloaded some music and read some mail and played some Spider Solitaire. Then I smoked a cigarette and made two lists of everything else I'm avoiding. Then I wrote out a Christmas card. Then I ate breakfast. Then I turned the TV on and watched the weather, which was a total waste of time since the ground is covered with snow and that means it's cold.
I did, however, catch the preview of one of those popular medical comedies that everyone watches that gave me a chuckle. Scrubs, maybe. A "doctor" said something like this... "I'm pretty sure if they took porn off the Internet, the only site left on the whole Internet would be called 'Bring Back the Porn'." And what he said before that reminded me of JuJu, which was something like this... "I'm pretty sure if the person in line in front of me in the coffee shop hasn't decided yet what they want in the half-hour that we've been waiting in line, it's okay if I kill them."
I did a bunch of other stuff too, but I finally got the tree decorated. Finished around 3 pm.
Oh, and today in the mail I received a check in the amount of $2.35 from a bank in the town I grew up in for "Distribution" from the Estate of John C----, someone I've never heard of in my life. Have to look into that, I guess. That will give me something to do, I guess, when I'm looking for things to do to avoid writing out the rest of my Christmas cards.
And get this- One day last week I visited Moksha Gren's brother Jet's site on Myspace. In order to leave a comment, I had to set up an account. All I did was establish a username and password and for practice, I put my picture there. Then I left a few comments on Jet's site and left. Last night Ju and I were on IM and we were talking aboot it, for another reason. I went there and not only did I find my picture there but my age, address, zodiac sign, marital status (single! ha) and a statement that I do not wish to have children, for gawdsake. And there is no such thing on the page as an edit button OR a delete option. I was pissed. Oh well, whatever.
I came across this quote this morning when I was reading Blinded by the Lyrics by Brent Mann, when I should have been draping garland... "Somebody has to do something, and it's just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us." I could ask you to guess who may have said this, but then I'd just have to be coming back here over and over again all day to check answers. And I have better, er, more important, pressing things to do. It was the late, great Jerry Garcia. No, I've never been a fan but the quote struck me funny.
K, I'm going to go do something that has absolutely nothing to do with the upcoming holiday. And then tomorrow I'll post more on Avoidance Techniques 101.
Have a good weekend. And those of you who need to update blogs, please do so. Now.
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posted by One Wink at a Time at 3:22 PM
10 Comments:
That check was from an estate that Uncle Del was an heir of. THANK GOD it arrived in time for Christmas shopping.
I can relate to the avoidance issue. Must run in the family.....starting with you@
Yeah on the avoidance thing. Wow, thanks alot, Mom.
HAZEL:Thanks for the info, how in the heck did you find that out? Now what am I going to do with all my spare time?!
Avoidance? I had to learn it somewhere. I'm not intelligent enough to have invented it myself; it's much too intricate and involved.
JU: Uh... you're welcome?
I too use the internet as a way to avoid things! It's much more fun to read blogs, emails, my space, etc.. than too do homework, laundry, or anything for that matter. And why is it that the day can be draggin' ass but if you get on line hours fly by without even realizing? We are just going to get our tree today-how's that for procrastination? Nat
NAT: When we first got Internet service, I was afraid I would get "addicted", my fears have come true. First thing in the morning, last thing at night for the most part. It's my social life... I know what you mean about the time flying by when you're on here. It's sinful! Good luck tree-hunting. Hope you bag a nice one! Hi to Ryan for me, k?
Loved those quotes from "Scrubs." Never have seen an episode, but not because I wouldn't like it.
You gals don't spend all that inheritance in one place, ya hear?
As I was reading this site I came to the part about the beer and was thirsty for the remainder of the story.
I know how you feel about postponing the inevitable. One of my favorite noviltey Tee-shirts says
"Procrastinators of the World Unite, Tomorrow"
Sorry MySpace gave you such grief. I hate that place. I fought and fought against setting up and account. Finally did just so I could comment on Jet's site and I curse it every time I log in. I have absolutely no idea how that place became the cultural juggernaught that it is today. grrr.
MySpace is the devil's spawn. Yes, I have an account because so many people I know are out there.
Did anyone else merge their gmail account with their Blogger account? What a pain in the arse that has become.
Mark: Thanks for the blogger/gmail warning, I've been considering it and scared shitless. Is it true that we're all going to have to do that at some point??? What exactly is giving you a hard time?
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