Another List

My brain is completely full.

I have so many things to do.

And what better way to sort it all out than to make a LIST!!!

Here are the things I need to accomplish (and wanted to accomplish this week):

.put house together.

>this includes taking all of my huge belongings (ie, the fifteen free TV's and microwaves) up to my room, organizing the AWESOME and soon to be used very often Emobody office, hanging photos, hanging clothes, hanging tomatoes?, and putting batteries in all of my clocks.

.pay bills.

.edit all photos.

>this includes wedding photos, baby photos, family photos, rock star photos, and dr. sketchy photos.

.put massage table on Ebay/Craigslist.

.put massage books on Ebay/Craiglist.

>did i mention that i will no longer be doing massage?

.mow lawn.

.pull weeds.

.wash car.

.check tire pressure on car. (light keeps blinking at me)

.get office chair from a former residence.

.move the remainder of my things from the band haus.

.reenact twilight.

.figure out how small claims court works.

.get out of debt.

.get Memory Walk paperwork put together.

Things I have actually accomplished this week:

.completely read "Running With Scissors".

.aquired (for free from awesome people) 2 baskets, knives, dvd player, old chair, 3 mexican men (one of which is a drag queen), and a frog on drugs.

.edited 4 photos of August and one of siblings.

.got a THIRD job as a salon coordinator.

.stocked my cabinet full of canned sgetti rings and weiners.

.figured out where the buzzing was coming from.

Needless to say, I really need to get my butt in gear.

After this "3 day weekend", I will be adding 5 more sets of photos to my pile to edit.

I really need a laptop.

...and I wouldn't mind having a really cold veggie tray sitting in front of me.

Cheers!!

Half Mints and Tobacco

I am currently reading "Running with Scissors" by Augusten Burroughs.

In the beginning he is describing his mother as she is pacing around the house waiting for his father to return. The following is something he writes:

"I love her bag (his mother)...and at the bottom, where she never looks, there is loose change, loose mints, specs of tobacco from her cigarettes. Sometimes I bring the bag to my face, open it and inhale as deeply as I can."

...I used to do this. Is that weird?

Mom's purse used to always smell of mints and tobacco. Maybe it still does... I haven't smelled it in awhile. :-D

There is a huge bag full of her old purses and every single one of them smell like that. And all still have remnants of Tobacco and half pieces of gum and mints.



It makes me feel comfortable.

Look at me go... Another post.

Frustration has engulfed me.

I can't get my blog to look the way my brain insists on it looking.

ugh

i need to start somewhere I guess.

I need to get this started.

So here I am...
Starting it.

Look at me go.

I am leaving for Denver in 2 days and have not packed one thing.
I have, however, created list after list of things I need to make sure I bring.
I have also lost all of those lists and therefore keep making more.
I think there is a list thief following me around.
Any day now, he/she/it will explode all of my lists everywhere and I will then know what I was supposed to take on the bus with me to the State Track Meet.

Wow, tangent.

Okay.

So, Denver.
I am excited. I am more than excited. I am overwhelmed with many emotions. All of which are good/great/awesome.
I have an overwhelming sense of love for a person that I haven't even met before.
...a person no one has met.

In 5 days we will meet her.

Photos will ensue.

LessThanThree