This isn't about procrastination...

I have a problem with procrastination. Actually, I think the real problem is that I don't have a problem with procrastination, as in, I don't mind if I do it. A lot.

Case in point...

1. This morning I put away my final load of laundry from last week and celebrated, for the first time in over three weeks, the total completion of laundry. And tonight, it starts all over again.

2. My two-year old complained last week that the steps were too dirty. You know it is time to vacuum when someone who can't even spell their own name is offended by your mess. Lucky for her I crossed that off my done list over the weekend.

3. As you may remember, I am a list maker. I keep lists everywhere. I couldn't survive without someone reminding me at every corner that I need to clean up that old pile of toys on the porch or write thank-you notes. Perhaps my obsession with lists is also the root of my infatuation with guilt and my inability to shake that nagging feeling that I really shouldn't be resting on the couch when there are dishes to be done. But, I digress.... my actual point here is that lists are made to be re-made. I am forever looking at my schedule of tasks and trying to find new ways to do them later. If I spent as much time actually working through my lists as I do re-making them I bet I would have a lot more free time AND things would get done in a much more timely manner. What a novel idea.

So, you might be asking yourself, "Why is this crazy lady writing this? What's her point?" The point is… I'm writing this because I am surrounded by loads of mind-numbingly boring work with no due date. No obnoxious finger is tapping me on the shoulder asking to see the latest numbers or the earliest projections. With nothing to push or pull me I am free to procrastinate on as much as I want for as long as I want. For those of us who view procrastination as an “artistic challenge”, this is a very dangerous combination- work with no due date.

Good thing I have a due date. September 11, 2012.

Winter, i think we're done here...

I'm sorry for being gone so much lately. I know that I'm not alone when I say this but...the last few weeks have been horrible! Why is that? Why does it seem that everyone is dealing with sickness and stress and grief and guilt and craziness? I can honestly say that I really think this has been the longest February ever.

It's time to shake things up a bit. You know what I mean? It's time to turn this car around; change this ship's course; throw open the windows and get some fresh air in here. Life is just getting too...stuffy. It's time for flowers and long walks and warm breezes and no... more... sickness!

I say we take a stand against winter and tell it to take a hike.

Let's say it together...

"Winter, you are not welcome here anymore! Take your crappy weather and your cold & flu and move on! Pack up your hurt and pain and make room for joy and celebration! And, don't let the door hit you on your way out!"

Who is with me?

My life flows on...

In loving memory-
for the Murray family and the community that grieves...

My Life Flows On In Endless Song

My life flows on in endless song;
Above earth’s lamentation
I hear the sweet though far off hymn
That hails a new creation:

No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that Rock, I'm clinging,
Since love is lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing?

Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear the music ringing;
It finds an echo in my soul—
How can I keep from singing?

No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that Rock, I'm clinging,
Since love is lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing?

What though my joys and comforts die?
I know my soul still liveth;
What though the darkness gather round!
Songs in the night He giveth:

No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that Rock, I'm clinging,
Since love is lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing?

Have you laughed today?

My day began with a blueberry muffin and a strawberry mango smoothie from Starbucks.

The sun is shining.
Birds are singing.
My office window is open.

What more could I possibly ask for?

Right now, nothing.

And so I leave with you a picture I got from *Clean* Funny Pics.

It's funny because it's true. Enjoy!

(If you can't see it very well try clicking on it to make it larger)