How my day went

This is how my day went... aren't you glad you know?

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In which I ramble.

Just when you think you have everything all laid out according to some great plan that's all coordinated in your head... you get the never-failing curve ball. I am living my curve ball right now. I shouldn't be irritated. It's not a big curve ball. And I should be greatful that it's not a bigger curve ball than it is. It could be worse. It could be a lot worse.

But I'm a planner, you see. I'm not obsessive about it but I do like a good plan when it falls in my lap. And I'm surrounded by people that plan less than me. And then life happens and the plan is even less of a plan and a sort of "I hope this ends up happening like I want it to" and it makes me all sort of angsty inside because I'd like it to be more a plan and less a sketchy sort of outline that may come to fruition if the planets align properly.

I'm not on my computer or my internet but at least I have internet tonight. I was supposed to have this whole week wide open to write or whatever. And I had yesterday off but do you know what I did? I spent a good majority trying to get a Six Degrees thing to work out. NOW I remember why I don't play those sorts of games. I don't have the head for that sort of logic. I spent too much time and energy on it and wasted a lovely afternoon. Of course, odds were good that I'd find other ways to waste the afternoon if that hadn't come up.

My muse... she is resting. Perhap that's why I'm so irritable. Before I went all cold turkey off the internet, I couldn't go a day without writing something. Most of the time, it was sort of crappy but I did have moments of brillance. Now that I'm back on crack the internet, I've tried not to stress out my muse by forcing myself to write everyday. In real language, that means that I'm allowing myself more play days. Or... more time on Facebook. Stupid, stupid Facebook. Yet another addiction. *sigh* And I was going to try so hard to be better and not get so into the internet again that I could go a couple of days without needing it. Man cannot live by bread... and the internet... alone. Look it up. I swear that's what it says.

And on the RL front, my youngest nephew (or child in which my parents "adopted" so they could have grandchildren of their own) is saying full sentences. It's kind of creepy. Last time I saw him (umm... last week, I believe) he was still talking nonsense with only a few understandable words. This week... full on sentences. And he's so cute, too. It makes me cry whenever I have a conversation with him.

"What's that?" he asks as I pull out the chinese noodles the other night.
"Little... um, crackers."
"Can I have one?"
DUDE. Where did that come from? How do you know to be so polite when your older brother is such a pill about those sorts of things?
"Do you like it?"
"Yes. Another one?" and he holds out his hand and my heart is his all over again because he's the cutest little boy on the universe and I get to be called Aunt Shelley by him. I swear I'm the luckiest person in all the world to be surrounded by all these kids who love me... and I don't have to take a single one home. This really is the life!

In which I ramble.

Just when you think you have everything all laid out according to some great plan that's all coordinated in your head... you get the never-failing curve ball. I am living my curve ball right now. I shouldn't be irritated. It's not a big curve ball. And I should be greatful that it's not a bigger curve ball than it is. It could be worse. It could be a lot worse.

But I'm a planner, you see. I'm not obsessive about it but I do like a good plan when it falls in my lap. And I'm surrounded by people that plan less than me. And then life happens and the plan is even less of a plan and a sort of "I hope this ends up happening like I want it to" and it makes me all sort of angsty inside because I'd like it to be more a plan and less a sketchy sort of outline that may come to fruition if the planets align properly.

I'm not on my computer or my internet but at least I have internet tonight. I was supposed to have this whole week wide open to write or whatever. And I had yesterday off but do you know what I did? I spent a good majority trying to get a Six Degrees thing to work out. NOW I remember why I don't play those sorts of games. I don't have the head for that sort of logic. I spent too much time and energy on it and wasted a lovely afternoon. Of course, odds were good that I'd find other ways to waste the afternoon if that hadn't come up.

My muse... she is resting. Perhap that's why I'm so irritable. Before I went all cold turkey off the internet, I couldn't go a day without writing something. Most of the time, it was sort of crappy but I did have moments of brillance. Now that I'm back on crack the internet, I've tried not to stress out my muse by forcing myself to write everyday. In real language, that means that I'm allowing myself more play days. Or... more time on Facebook. Stupid, stupid Facebook. Yet another addiction. *sigh* And I was going to try so hard to be better and not get so into the internet again that I could go a couple of days without needing it. Man cannot live by bread... and the internet... alone. Look it up. I swear that's what it says.

And on the RL front, my youngest nephew (or child in which my parents "adopted" so they could have grandchildren of their own) is saying full sentences. It's kind of creepy. Last time I saw him (umm... last week, I believe) he was still talking nonsense with only a few understandable words. This week... full on sentences. And he's so cute, too. It makes me cry whenever I have a conversation with him.

"What's that?" he asks as I pull out the chinese noodles the other night.
"Little... um, crackers."
"Can I have one?"
DUDE. Where did that come from? How do you know to be so polite when your older brother is such a pill about those sorts of things?
"Do you like it?"
"Yes. Another one?" and he holds out his hand and my heart is his all over again because he's the cutest little boy on the universe and I get to be called Aunt Shelley by him. I swear I'm the luckiest person in all the world to be surrounded by all these kids who love me... and I don't have to take a single one home. This really is the life!

How my day went

This is how my day went... aren't you glad you know?

( This was a fun day... check it out! )

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