Hi. Been thinking about my last post. I need to start planning. My days. Used to do it when I had a more busy life. Worked out great then. Might help now. Hmm...I'll do it in Word or something. But for now, my schedule for the day:
Go eat breakfast
Research my new ebook
Pay some bills
Take a nap (yes I'm planning a nap. Leave me alone)
Make dinner
Check Elance for Lisa
Blah blah blah.
Trying a muscle relaxer for my spasticity and neck crap. Methocarbamol. Dr perscribed it a year ago...don't remember if it worked or not or caused horrible side effects. Sigh. I really need to start keeping track of these things.
Anyway, gotta get to work. And I'm hungry.
(oi....not really showing my talented side with these posts)
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Monday, June 4, 2007
Anxiety
Ok so I gotta figure out what's sending my anxiety through the roof. I wake up paranoid that something bad has happened to my kids or hubby. What the heck is that all about? Stuff for the people in the white coats, eh?
This morning I was worried that Kyler our 7 year old woke up early, got hurt somehow, and couldn't yell loud enough for us to hear. But did I get up to check on him? Nope! Just laid there and worried. Yup. I know. They're coming to take me away, ha ha.
Then...as I'm laying there, I start thinking of the stuff that needs to be done. ALL the stuff. Then my tummy starts aching. Bad. You'd think I'd get up and start doing some of the stuff. But no I lay there and stress and worry and fret about it.
When I finally do get up, I come right to my computer and...well, tinker. Check email, stretching that out as long as possible, post in a few forums, all the while feeling guilty about....well let's list them:
This morning I was worried that Kyler our 7 year old woke up early, got hurt somehow, and couldn't yell loud enough for us to hear. But did I get up to check on him? Nope! Just laid there and worried. Yup. I know. They're coming to take me away, ha ha.
Then...as I'm laying there, I start thinking of the stuff that needs to be done. ALL the stuff. Then my tummy starts aching. Bad. You'd think I'd get up and start doing some of the stuff. But no I lay there and stress and worry and fret about it.
When I finally do get up, I come right to my computer and...well, tinker. Check email, stretching that out as long as possible, post in a few forums, all the while feeling guilty about....well let's list them:
- The ebook I should be working on
- Doing more to get answers from my hubby's drs
- Spending quality time with my boys (not just barking at them from my computer or couch...man that sounds awful)
- Paying bills
- The dishes that need to be done
- Clutter.....all the freakin clutter
I suppose that's enough. Sigh. I wonder if they teach underwater basket weaving in the loony bin?
Sunday, June 3, 2007
If life gives you lemons...
If life gives you lemons, stick 'em down your shirt to make your boobs look bigger.
That's my quote of the month. And the name of my blog. There.
With all the cliches in life, why not look at things with a unique perspective?
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