Okay, just barely, but it still counts!
I would still be counting, but once I'm done with my fingers and toes, that's it, that's all you're getting out of me. It's been a really busy Summer, with a really busy intro-to-Autumn chaser; despite my belief that we were winding down, it looks like we're still on the Summer pace. Looking at my schedule through the end of November, if I'm still alive at Christmas, it will be proof there -is- a Santa Claus.
Because of said busy-ness (which is not spelled 'business' but that does explain a lot about why my job is beating me to a pulp of late), I have not been able to put two concrete thoughts together. Oh who am I kidding, I haven't been able to put together two jello thoughts. Or jello shots. Which actually might have helped.
So without further ado, I will attempt to summarize my life since the last time I shared here: Random Thoughts for the Month of September
I'm a big believer in setting goals...so much so that I set goals for myself daily. True, some days the bar is set very low - "get out of bed" - but for the most part it's a daily thing. Relatively recently I have discovered a couple of things about the goals I set myself.
One, is something I read that intrigues me. The article was talking (in a deep chocolate male baritone no less) about how it's possible that goals aren't met because when the goal-setter shares the information or intent of the goal, that's enough to satisfy the 'goal-fulfillment'. Essentially the action of telling someone that you have a goal provides a feeling of completion so the drive to achieve the goal itself is minimized.
I find this really interesting because, as I mentioned earlier in this blog, I had set a goal for myself to write daily starting on September 1st. My achievement of this goal is abysmal, but I've learned it's not my fault. It's because I told you all about it that I failed, not because I'm a lazy slacker. Absolution!
Two, is that goals need to be achievable. I have a really cute tendency to overload myself with way too much and then stress myself out. Actually all my tendencies are cute. It's just my way.
But I digress. I've been trying something new...pacing myself. It's definitely a learned activity but I'm practicing well. I'm also counting everything I do toward my day's activities (hence the goals of getting out of bed, getting dressed, etc.). In fact, pretty much any moment I'm lucid and upright, I'm giving myself points.
All my points go into sexiness.
I've re-started reading a series I enjoyed back in the 90's. What it is isn't important (FBI type thriller), but what I'm noticing is that I'm not simply reading to enjoy it. It's been long enough that they story lines are "new" again, but I'm reading them with analysis. What makes the characters tick, why do they appeal to me? How does the author use pacing, and tension? It's kind of odd because I've always been able to lose myself in a story and now I'm thinking through it. It's not bad...actually it's kind of neat to be able to enjoy it on two levels. It's just weird.
I swear to goddess it's multiplying overnight. Where does it all come from? I clean up everything I can see, shred, recycle, file. Within hours it's accumulated again. I'd think it was Mr. Eggshells but I've had him tied to a chair for the last week, just to make sure, and it still multiplied while he was unable to contribute.
Thinking about it though, I didn't check the cats. I'll just bet he convinced them to work for him on this. Bastards!
It's still one of my greatest joys in life to watch my husband do what he calls "driving" in video games.
Intelligence and Learning
Despite being a fairly intelligent person as well as a quick study, I have determined that I have some extremely interesting gaps in my knowledge base. For example, a joke that Mr. Eggshells told me last night went right over my head because I didn't know the term 'lead' in reference to aiming and firing a gun. I.e. you aim to where the moving target is going to be, not where they are. There was math and probably science but I tuned that part out. So now whenever he kills some bad guy in the video game, I exclaim "Yay, you shot him in the lead!" He just looks at me and smiles.
Getting a Rock is a Good Thing
I'm still fuzzy on how the conversation turned the way it did...but with the advent of Fall, Mr. and I have resurrected the phrase "I got a rock.", uttered by the beleaguered Charlie Brown in the Peanuts Hallowe'en special. (No, I'm not explaining it, you should know it. Do your part!)
We had finished grocery shopping and that phrase came up again. Only somehow it turned out that the "rock" was frozen urine (seriously, it made total sense at the time and I wasn't even drunk!). And that the frozen urine was only Mr's. I said that it bothered me that I wasn't sure if I should be upset or not that he wasn't collecting my urine as well to freeze and hand out on Halllowe'en.
It was about that point that we decided we'd go out that night instead of handing out anything to trick or treaters. Because we're obviously confused.
We did agree, though, that if we were trick or treating and got a rock over frozen urine, we'd be happy.
Okay I'm tired and I need to go to bed because, as you probably deduced, the subject quality of this post tanked around the 3rd line. From the top.
Hopefully will be back sooner than the end of October.