Random Thoughts
My brother is very emotional when he drinks.
Prozac makes me high.
That is not a bad thing. :)
I need a schedule.
I still have tons and tons of stuff to do.
I am supposed to see a foot doctor to find out what that painfull growth is on the bottom of my foot. I supposed to go tomorrow at 5:30.
I am supposed to take Nana for an X-Ray ASAP.
I am supposed to send an email telling my Uncle that Nana is in the Hospice program.
I don't feel like it.
I know that is bad and I don't care.
When he finally shows up to pay her bills, maybe he will find out.
If he shows up.
Isn't that just pathetic of him?
My kids are night owls.
My kids love to sleep late in the very dark house.
It is dark because the shutters are still up, waiting for the next hurricane.
I want to scrapbook and sew and create.
I don't have the time to get into it.
I gotta slow life down.
I gotta organize life.
I gotta get on a schedule.
I have so much to do, it isn't even funny.
I gotta pack up the rest of Mom's house.
Take it to charity and storage.
I gotta clean it up and clean up the landscaping.
Then I gotta hire a Realtor and get it up for sale.
I gotta clean out my home.
I gotta put it in storage.
I gotta DO my landscaping.
We gotta finish the last details of remodel.
Then I gotta hire a Realtor and get it up for sale.
Good grief.
I gotta go to bed. Mikey will be here at 6 a.m.
Chuckle
I told the Lord, many time, I would love to arise at 5 a.m. I get so much more done. I never can seem to drag my arse out of bed. Sooooo, he sends my my nephew to care for... at the ASS CRACK OF DAWN.
And the Lord said... " GET YOUR ARSE OUT OF BED, DAUGHTER, AND GET SO MUCH MORE DONE! "
:)
Prozac makes me high.
That is not a bad thing. :)
I need a schedule.
I still have tons and tons of stuff to do.
I am supposed to see a foot doctor to find out what that painfull growth is on the bottom of my foot. I supposed to go tomorrow at 5:30.
I am supposed to take Nana for an X-Ray ASAP.
I am supposed to send an email telling my Uncle that Nana is in the Hospice program.
I don't feel like it.
I know that is bad and I don't care.
When he finally shows up to pay her bills, maybe he will find out.
If he shows up.
Isn't that just pathetic of him?
My kids are night owls.
My kids love to sleep late in the very dark house.
It is dark because the shutters are still up, waiting for the next hurricane.
I want to scrapbook and sew and create.
I don't have the time to get into it.
I gotta slow life down.
I gotta organize life.
I gotta get on a schedule.
I have so much to do, it isn't even funny.
I gotta pack up the rest of Mom's house.
Take it to charity and storage.
I gotta clean it up and clean up the landscaping.
Then I gotta hire a Realtor and get it up for sale.
I gotta clean out my home.
I gotta put it in storage.
I gotta DO my landscaping.
We gotta finish the last details of remodel.
Then I gotta hire a Realtor and get it up for sale.
Good grief.
I gotta go to bed. Mikey will be here at 6 a.m.
Chuckle
I told the Lord, many time, I would love to arise at 5 a.m. I get so much more done. I never can seem to drag my arse out of bed. Sooooo, he sends my my nephew to care for... at the ASS CRACK OF DAWN.
And the Lord said... " GET YOUR ARSE OUT OF BED, DAUGHTER, AND GET SO MUCH MORE DONE! "
:)
posted by Magpie at 7:22 PM
1 Comments:
So much to do... it never ends, Laurie...it never ends. Take a deep breath and take a small step forward and another. Don't look at all your long list. It's too scary...I knwo it is for me when I make a long list of what I have to do...
One small step at a time. Don't think ahead of what you are doing now. ((((HUG))))
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