I have too many lists. Waaaaaaaay too many lists. I actually have on one of my lists that I need to make a list. Seriously, it's right there, number 23. I can't make these things up.
Mad Hatter gets very annoyed with my lists. So do my kids. Inevitably, someone will ask me to do something or they will tell me that something needs to be done and I tell them that I will put it on my list.
They all know what this means. It means that it will never get done.
I have every intention of getting my lists completed. I love crossing things off...making that big ol line right through the task at hand. But I don't do it. And you wanna know why I don't do it?
BECAUSE I AM A PROCRASTINATOR.
That's right. Hi, my name is White Rabbit and I am a procrastinator.
Procrastinating has been my biggest downfall for years. It costs me tons of money every year and it makes me crazy. I know that if I just do something and get it completed then I won't have to think about it again (well until the next time that something comes up). I know that I will feel better about things if I get them done. Unfortunately, it doesn't help.
My job is a TERRIBLE job for a procrastinator. Oh, its nice and all that I don't have to punch a time clock. And it's great that I get to make my own schedule for the most part. I get my assignments and then I have a certain amount of time to get them done. Some of them I have the entire month, some only a week. Some are very small windows. Every Wednesday I have one assignment that is due. It's not that bad of an assignment, really. It's not difficult at all. And I have Mon, Tues or Wed to get it done. The last two weeks I have completed it on Thursday...sigh. Again, procrastinating.
I have noticed that I do better when I am held accountable for things. So I am making this vow now.....I will sit down this weekend and will figure out all of my assignments for the coming month. At least most of the ones that I know about. I will write them, IN PEN, into my day planner and I will not come home from work until these things are done. I will not fluff off a day, if I want to take an extra day off it will not be on Mondays anymore. I will have to work extra hard to get it all completed so that I can take Friday off. I will also get at least 5 things on my big master list completed. These are stupid things like find a new doctor that takes my new health insurance and make an appointment, or pick up Cody some new shorts for the summer, or check out Goody's going out of business sale. Five things, every week. That's not so bad.....as long as I don't procrastinate.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Crabby R Us
I am having a bad week. I am pretty busy this week but honestly, it's been worse. This week I have resets of the PC Speaker displays in Circuit City to do. I did one of them today and it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I hate having to do electronic resets where I have to hook up stuff and pray for them to work but it really makes me feel good when I finish and everything works exactly the way it should. It was pretty pathetic but I pretty much made every person working in the store come over and ooh and ahh over my display when it was done. MH is right...I am high maintenance.
When I went to leave the store today I was met by a man at the front door selling almond chocolate bars for $2 each. He told me that it was to support drug addicts who want to get help. So of course I had to open my damn mouth, without thinking as I often do, and said "So, you're saying that I should buy a $2 and 500 calorie candy bar to help people who just WONT SAY NO" Luckily, the man had a sense of humor and I actually bought the candy bar from him. While walking to my car I wondered to myself if calories count if the candy bar was to help a charity. My conscience prevailed however and I was sitting at a stop light when I noticed someone standing with a sign asking for food or money so I gave them the candy bar. (SO QUIT GOING BACK AND LOOKING AT MY FOOD DIARY AND NOTICING THAT I DIDN'T PUT IT ON THERE!)
Honestly, I think the reason I am so crabby today is because I ate like crap today. Actually, this morning I didn't eat anything but I drank a crapload of calories and I always feel like crap when I don't eat anything til dinnertime. Gotta remember to take a sandwhich or something with me tomorrow.
It's only Tuesday so surely this week will get a little better, right?
When I went to leave the store today I was met by a man at the front door selling almond chocolate bars for $2 each. He told me that it was to support drug addicts who want to get help. So of course I had to open my damn mouth, without thinking as I often do, and said "So, you're saying that I should buy a $2 and 500 calorie candy bar to help people who just WONT SAY NO" Luckily, the man had a sense of humor and I actually bought the candy bar from him. While walking to my car I wondered to myself if calories count if the candy bar was to help a charity. My conscience prevailed however and I was sitting at a stop light when I noticed someone standing with a sign asking for food or money so I gave them the candy bar. (SO QUIT GOING BACK AND LOOKING AT MY FOOD DIARY AND NOTICING THAT I DIDN'T PUT IT ON THERE!)
Honestly, I think the reason I am so crabby today is because I ate like crap today. Actually, this morning I didn't eat anything but I drank a crapload of calories and I always feel like crap when I don't eat anything til dinnertime. Gotta remember to take a sandwhich or something with me tomorrow.
It's only Tuesday so surely this week will get a little better, right?
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Calories that shouldn't count
In my quest to count calories I have encountered many questions regarding weather or not to count the calories for certain things.
1. When cooking something and having to taste it to determine if more seasoning should be added should you really try to break it down to the bite? I mean come on, it's not like I am eating half a serving or something (most of the time)
2. When you are eating mozzarella sticks and you have portioned them out to just have two of them and your significant other is sitting over there chowing down on his plateful, complete with ranch dressing to dip them in, should it really count if you just reach over and dip your mozzarella stick into his ranch dressing? Didn't I read somewhere that calories from stolen food do not count?
3. When in the midst of a nervous breakdown and you are pacing back and forth and burning more calories than you actually are consuming, should you have to count those if you don't count the pacing as exercise?
4. When cleaning off the table and there is one piece of bacon left on the plate from breakfast that you don't want to waste by throwing away, does it count if you just pop it in your mouth or is that considered clean up?
5. When cleaning out the refrigerator and coming across that last piece of quesidilla in the glad ware container should you count the calories consumed or is that, like the above question, considered clean up?
6. Again, another clean up question. When cleaning out the nightstand on your significant others side of the bed and coming across a mostly empty bag of reeses pieces do you count the calories for the leftover candies that you scarfed down while frantically making sure that nobody is watching?
7. When someone, without your knowledge, brings you a latte, do you have to count the calories or should that be considered being polite?
This dieting thing is turning out to be more confusing than I thought it would be.
1. When cooking something and having to taste it to determine if more seasoning should be added should you really try to break it down to the bite? I mean come on, it's not like I am eating half a serving or something (most of the time)
2. When you are eating mozzarella sticks and you have portioned them out to just have two of them and your significant other is sitting over there chowing down on his plateful, complete with ranch dressing to dip them in, should it really count if you just reach over and dip your mozzarella stick into his ranch dressing? Didn't I read somewhere that calories from stolen food do not count?
3. When in the midst of a nervous breakdown and you are pacing back and forth and burning more calories than you actually are consuming, should you have to count those if you don't count the pacing as exercise?
4. When cleaning off the table and there is one piece of bacon left on the plate from breakfast that you don't want to waste by throwing away, does it count if you just pop it in your mouth or is that considered clean up?
5. When cleaning out the refrigerator and coming across that last piece of quesidilla in the glad ware container should you count the calories consumed or is that, like the above question, considered clean up?
6. Again, another clean up question. When cleaning out the nightstand on your significant others side of the bed and coming across a mostly empty bag of reeses pieces do you count the calories for the leftover candies that you scarfed down while frantically making sure that nobody is watching?
7. When someone, without your knowledge, brings you a latte, do you have to count the calories or should that be considered being polite?
This dieting thing is turning out to be more confusing than I thought it would be.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Success!
My brand new, less than a year old smoothtop Maytag range has stopped working. Okay, the oven works great, the three smaller burners all work just fine. The bigger burner that normal people use for oh, let's just say EVERYTHING, works so-so. But only on high. Have you ever tried to cook everything on high. Yeah......doesn't work so well.
So I tried to call in to get it fixed. I have actually tried on numerous occasions but the run around just got to be too taxing for my poor little head.
Today, however, yes today I sat down and determined that I would get to the bottom of who exactly is responsible. After two friggin hours on the phone with 9 different people I have an appointment on Thursday....sometime between the hours of o'dark thirty and o'my god it's time for bed!
So I tried to call in to get it fixed. I have actually tried on numerous occasions but the run around just got to be too taxing for my poor little head.
Today, however, yes today I sat down and determined that I would get to the bottom of who exactly is responsible. After two friggin hours on the phone with 9 different people I have an appointment on Thursday....sometime between the hours of o'dark thirty and o'my god it's time for bed!
Monday, June 16, 2008
It's official...I'm a wimp
For years and years and years I was always the tall skinny one. Now, I didn't particularly think I was THAT skinny....especially once I hit my 20's. I was fairly comfortable with my weight then, as evidenced by the fact that I could eat half of a cow and follow that up with a vat of ice cream and not have any evidence of the fact later.
I have now found the evidence. In the past 5 years I have gained 50 lbs and a whole bunch of blobby sections on different parts of my body. Yeah...not so cool.
For the past couple years I have whined about it but not done much beyond the whining, which apparently is annoying to my family. (Poor little skinny ass wimps)
This has all changed recently. A few months ago I started cooking things a bit different and started buying different things at the grocery store. I don't have cookies or chips in my house anymore. If my kids want a snack they need to grab some yogurt, or string cheese or apples or maybe even a granola bar. Strangely enough, they really aren't that upset about this. Go figure.
Then last week I joined Curves. I was just going to check it out. You know, run in and see how everything works. I really didn't want to deal with having a contract or anything. I just wanted to see what it was all about. One of my friends has been trying to talk me into going for about a year now but I just never seemed to have the time. So I wander in and ask about prices and things and they set me up with an appointment to come back later on that day so they can go over everything with me. Okay, that doesn't sound so painful. So I went back and OMG they were brutal. First she gave me this thingie that somehow or another read how much body fat there was on my body. THEN she made me get on a scale. Then....while I was still trying to adjust to the fact that the scale actually yelped when I got on ......she came at me with the dreaded measuring tape!!! A measuring tape!! ON MY THIGHS!!!!!!!!!!
Oh the horror!
So needless to say, after that little bit of persuasion plus selling I was begging her to let me sign a contract.
I am supposed to go in three times a week so I decided that I would do Mon, Wed and Fri. Unfortunately, my first day there happened to fall on a Thursday so I figured that week I would do Thurs and Sat.
I went in on Thurs and thought everything went pretty good considering that I haven't exercised in probably 10 years. I did the stretchy thing, I did the two rounds on all the machines and I felt pretty damn good. I was dripping with sweat when it was done but I felt pretty energized.
Then I woke up on Friday morning and almost died. My calves were KILLING ME. I had to work that day and wouldn't you know it .....that was one of those days that I had 11 different stores to do. Which means not only walking around those stores but also walking from the parking lot TO the store.
Did you know that 90% of the parking lots in my area slope upwards slightly? Yeah...me either.
Did you also know that it is damn near impossible to limp properly when you don't have a clue which leg hurts more?
Luckily all I had to say was ..."New gym membership" and everyone seemed to understand.
By Sat morning they were still hurting but I was afraid that I would never go back so I went anyway. I made it throughout the entire thing, but just barely.
Sunday was much better and though it still hurt I managed to actually go shopping without having to hobble.
Today when I went the muscles were still straining but I managed to get through the routine without fire shooting out of my legs so I figure that I am making a bit of progress.
Honestly, I knew I would have some discomfort but damn.....this is downright embarrassing! I'm a wimp!
I have now found the evidence. In the past 5 years I have gained 50 lbs and a whole bunch of blobby sections on different parts of my body. Yeah...not so cool.
For the past couple years I have whined about it but not done much beyond the whining, which apparently is annoying to my family. (Poor little skinny ass wimps)
This has all changed recently. A few months ago I started cooking things a bit different and started buying different things at the grocery store. I don't have cookies or chips in my house anymore. If my kids want a snack they need to grab some yogurt, or string cheese or apples or maybe even a granola bar. Strangely enough, they really aren't that upset about this. Go figure.
Then last week I joined Curves. I was just going to check it out. You know, run in and see how everything works. I really didn't want to deal with having a contract or anything. I just wanted to see what it was all about. One of my friends has been trying to talk me into going for about a year now but I just never seemed to have the time. So I wander in and ask about prices and things and they set me up with an appointment to come back later on that day so they can go over everything with me. Okay, that doesn't sound so painful. So I went back and OMG they were brutal. First she gave me this thingie that somehow or another read how much body fat there was on my body. THEN she made me get on a scale. Then....while I was still trying to adjust to the fact that the scale actually yelped when I got on ......she came at me with the dreaded measuring tape!!! A measuring tape!! ON MY THIGHS!!!!!!!!!!
Oh the horror!
So needless to say, after that little bit of persuasion plus selling I was begging her to let me sign a contract.
I am supposed to go in three times a week so I decided that I would do Mon, Wed and Fri. Unfortunately, my first day there happened to fall on a Thursday so I figured that week I would do Thurs and Sat.
I went in on Thurs and thought everything went pretty good considering that I haven't exercised in probably 10 years. I did the stretchy thing, I did the two rounds on all the machines and I felt pretty damn good. I was dripping with sweat when it was done but I felt pretty energized.
Then I woke up on Friday morning and almost died. My calves were KILLING ME. I had to work that day and wouldn't you know it .....that was one of those days that I had 11 different stores to do. Which means not only walking around those stores but also walking from the parking lot TO the store.
Did you know that 90% of the parking lots in my area slope upwards slightly? Yeah...me either.
Did you also know that it is damn near impossible to limp properly when you don't have a clue which leg hurts more?
Luckily all I had to say was ..."New gym membership" and everyone seemed to understand.
By Sat morning they were still hurting but I was afraid that I would never go back so I went anyway. I made it throughout the entire thing, but just barely.
Sunday was much better and though it still hurt I managed to actually go shopping without having to hobble.
Today when I went the muscles were still straining but I managed to get through the routine without fire shooting out of my legs so I figure that I am making a bit of progress.
Honestly, I knew I would have some discomfort but damn.....this is downright embarrassing! I'm a wimp!
Monday, June 9, 2008
And another one bites the dust
It's finally over. My daughter is now officially a high school graduate. (SOB!)
No...really. I'm fine. It's not like this is my first time around with a child graduating. But it just FEELS differently than when Cheshire Cat graduated. Dormouse just doesn't seem to be as old as CC. Not to mention that 6 hours after graduation she was on her way to Austin with her dad so they could fly to Missouri for the summer. (SOB!)
Anyway.....
This weekend was, well....it was interesting, for lack of a better word. MH's family was supposed to get here on Saturday afternoon and the girls dad was supposed to fly in on Friday. Of course you will take notice that I used the word SUPPOSED. The girls dad was here right on time, just like he was supposed to be, however, MH's family decided it would be fun to come down here a day early. And not tell us. Until they were half way here. Yeah...fun. (SOB!)
Well that worked out all okay. His parents got a room and his sister, brother and the little boy his sister is taking care of all stayed with us. That wasn't so bad. The girls dad stayed with Cheshire Cat in Austin so they were only here during the day and in the evening. That was a little trickier.
Imagine if you will.....being in your ex wife's house for an entire weekend with her inlaws and friends. I actually felt sorry for him at first. Until he decided to get a bit creepy. Now, keep in mind that I have been divorced from this man for 15 years. I haven't really had anything to do with him at all besides on the phone for the past 8 years. (This would be where it comes in handy to live two states away from your ex) Honestly, the man has had his issues but I really don't remember him being ......creepy. He would sit there and not say a word. Just stare. And then there were several times that I was standing somewhere doing something and he would just come up and stand there looking down at me. He is pretty tall so that wasn't a major feat, however it was just the way that he did it. The girls and I have joked in the past that it really wouldn't surprise any of us to find out that he had a hidden second life. And that he was a serial killer or something. After this weekend though...I don't think it's really a joke.
I could have lived with that whole thing though but he had to go and make Dormouse cry. Long story short......For the past few years he has talked about the fact that he was going to give her one of the cars that he and his wife have. Even to the point of calling it her car when discussing it with anyone. He did the same thing for Cat when she graduated also. Told her she was getting a car but then she went and had to pay for most of it with the money that had been given to her over the years for birthdays and christmas. He placed it all into a bank account and that was what it was used for. Well she went up there to work for the summer and got the car. Dormouse was supposed to do it this year but now all of a sudden he has to buy her another car because they dont want to get rid of the "Dormouse's car" So now he is upset that she doesnt have enough money saved and that he will have to drive her back and forth for work. Um...get over it. Who the hell do you think has driven her to and from work and everywhere else she has needed to go for the past 18 years??? Now, this is not a surprise to him. He knew when coming down here how much money she had. Why did he choose this weekend when everyone was here and there was so much commotion going on? And then when she started crying he wouldn't let her out of her room cause he told her she was too upset to go out in the other room. GRRR.
But he is now gone and barring her wedding and college graduation....I really shouldn't have to deal with any of that anymore.
I was having a really hard time getting pics of the graduation ceremony since nobody was allowed down there with a camera. I am hoping that they will send the proofs of the photos that they took as they were getting their diplomas so that I can buy some. I am feeling a bit out of focus now....my baby has graduated and I only have one left. (SOB!) I am really proud of her, but please tell me that this icky, don't know what to do with myself feeling goes away. (SOB!)
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