I was killing time this morning, like I have so much extra to kill, well, I really do, I just don’t want to do what I should be doing with it. Somehow, I think this sentence has way too many commas in it. I copied and pasted it to MSWord and they are not offering any corrections, so any editor/agents out there, just pretend I meant to do that—Stream of consciousness thing and all.
Anyway, in killing time this morning reading all the neat blogs about Sarah Palin and now I have added an Alaskan blog *Mudflats* to my daily read. Who could resist this information? Okay, now that’s another thing you agents/editors need to ignore—my politics. I was actually going to write about an email I received from a friend, who is so stressed out about the state of politics, I fear for his sanity, but then I remembered that I am not supposed to write about anything controversial. Ooppps!! Too late for that.
Anyway, again, I only got as far as C’s, in my daily blog troll. *Cranky Fitness* provided this morning’s blog inspiration with her list. First, I have to say, who can resist a blog with cupcakes as its banner? Okay, a nice piece of wedding cake might be better for us cake connoisseurs. Since her blog is about fitness, I’d say this whole cake thing is off limits; except on your birthday. Or when you go to a wedding. Or on the Ides of March. Or—–
This, cakes and lists, is something I have in common with *Pollyanna Rainbow Sunshine and the Needles of Doom*. This is the team who has a whole blog, nearly (I haven’t read the whole thing yet) made up of lists; and, I know for a fact that one of them would join me in my cake quest or possibly in doing many unmentionable things to Viggo Mortensen.
Back to the lists: I find I do get more things done when I make lists. When I was doing Body for Life faithfully, I think it was the fact of having a chart to fill out for exercise and also for what I ate. Those were lists that kept me on track; and away from cake.
Now-a-days though, my lists look something like this.
1. Six am do dishes- no room for dishwasher in this blasted house.
2. Seven am wake boys
3. Feed visiting rabbit and clean the poop out of her food and water dishes. What is her problem?
4. Water dog, then take her for a walk in the yard and to water the garden. Talk lovingly to baby watermelons. We will be so drowning in watermelons at some point. Tomatoes are just starting to get red. I may go on a tomato and watermelon diet.
5. Call the class ring company and order a replacement for JRockGuitarMan’s class ring.
6. Remind JRock that I will have his hide if it ever disappears from his finger again.
7. Tell EMT Boy he looks good in suit of visiting son, Starky
8. Tell Starky he looks good in cowboy hat, boots, shirts and jeans of EMT boy. (Hey, they get worse as Halloween gets near. One year we gave them a box of costumes for Christmas and it was their favorite gift.)
9. Go to mom’s town tomorrow: see vet (for dog pills, not for me), go to license bureau (for mom’s handicapped tag), help her with pacemaker check by phone (which she can do on her own), out to eat (always) grocery store, farm stand for tomatoes and watermelon since mine aren’t ready to pick yet. (never buy a watermelon at Marsh — worse one I ever had).
I have stretched my limits of punctuation and patience in this blog, so am off to work on my novel to bed. I shall put my headphones on and listen to Harry Potter yet again. I have been listening to the CD’s for three years now. Since memoiries from my last visit in Wyoming roll around in my head too often at night. The CD’s only put me to sleep because I have them memorized by now. So, new books on tape only work when I am painting or throwing pottery and want to be reading. Music doesn’t work either. Both of them just make me stay awake to hear more. But, my brain calms right down with the soothing voice of Jim Dale.
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