Happy Monday Friends! This morning, I'm excited about "Miscellany Monday" hosted by Lowercase Letters . I can't think of anything more perfect or more fitting for me than a chance to just ramble about a bunch of misellaneous stuff that pops into my head- especially on a Monday!
This is gonna be fun! But bear with me, because my brain seems to have taken a complete and total leave of absense, and it left no forwarding address or other method of contact. It just left.
For the last several days, I haven't been feeling quite like my usual bouncy, bubbly self. I feel like I might be fighting off the flu or some other kind of virus, because I just feel tired and worn down. Last night, Rob, Lucy & I were sound asleep by 9 PM.
As proof of this, yesterday morning, I had two phone conversations, one with my Mom and one with Rob. I finally hung up with Rob in order to get ready for work. I went upstairs, showered, put my hair in a towel and threw on my bathrobe. I ran downstairs to check on Lucy, saw that she was happily playing in the yard, and ran back upstairs. What I did next is the proof that I'm obviously exhausted, and that my brain has left me. I turned on the shower, unwrapped the towel from my hair, took off my robe and hopped back in the shower. All I have to say is that I was very, very clean and somewhat late by the time I left the house!
My only hope for accomplishing anything at this point is to make lists. I've got them all over the place. I didn't mention it last week, but I had to buy a bigger handbag in order to accomodate all of the lists that I seem to be carrying around. But, there's another complication to these lists that I spend all of my time making. For example, the other day, I made a list for Wal-Mart, but when I arrived at Wal-Mart, I didn't have the list and of course, I had no clue what was on the list or even where I had put the list. I still need to go back to Wal-Mart.
And it would seem that everyday, Rob will say to me "The next time you're in Wal-Mart make sure you pick up some -------". Does he really think I remember all of these things? This from the man who cut the grass the other night and parked the tractor in the middle of the yard with the lights still on? Why were the lights on anyway? He cut the grass in broad daylight- I don't think that running lights are a necessity in the yard. There just isn't that much tractor traffic!
For as long as I can remember, I have had a habit of paying my bills as soon as I recieve them. I mostly bank online, so as soon as a bill appears in my mailbox, I go online and schedule a payment. But, for the last couple of months, something seems to have gone amiss. Because, I keep forgetting to pay things. I have a feeling that I have unknowingly subscribed to stop receiving paper bills, because although the bills exist, I don't seem to be getting statements.
I really need to look into that matter...I'm pretty sure I wrote it on one of my lists... Now where is it?
My very wise mother would probably tell me that a huge part of forgetting to pay bills, is that I never seem to know what day is. When you work 10-14 days in a row, and do pretty much the same routine for that many days at a time with no change of pace, it's very easy to get confused and have no clue what day of the week it really is. At least twice a week, I'll wake up, look at Rob and say "What day is it?" I think he's starting to worry about me just a little bit!
What I think I need is an alarm clock that wakes me up by telling me several times what day of the week it is. That would solve the problem. Or maybe somehow, I could train my smart little boxer to bring me a specific ball, labeled with the day of the week on that day... I'm reaching here, hugh?
I have a habit of buying a brown and a black pair of shoes when I find a style that I really like. Most of the time, this is a good thing, except when you're in a really big hurry, and trying to get out of the closet and shut the door before a boxer puppy can sneak in and cause all kinds of chaos, so you don't turn on the light. I seem to be ending up at work a lot of days with one black, and one brown shoe. I guess I should just be thankful that the shoes are the same style. I guess it could always be worse!