I'm a list maker. I firmly believe in the power of the written word - good thing, or that Journalism degree might have been a waste of time.
So, by nature, I am a list maker. I get this from both parents in different ways.
Dad makes grocery lists that run the same order as the aisle of the store. I tend to do the same, though really, I check out the meat section first, and then base my vegetables on my protein selection. It's just how I do things - drives Matt nuts.
Mom makes lists of what she wants to do, what she needs to do it and so on. I come by my habits honestly.
Here's my list for the weekend:
-Pedicure (mission accomplished - ten little piggies in OPI's "My Own Private Jet")
-Massage (booked for 10:45 tomorrow - I dare them to be without a masseuse this time)
-Shopping for new clothes; as Mom put it - I'm the total package, I just need new wrapping paper
-Flowers for my deck - probably lantana, though marigolds are calling my name too
-Laundry
-Graduation present for Tom (if it were up to me, a bottle of Scotch, but that's a bitch to travel with)
-Dollar Store (need to cruise the aisles)
-Ukulele practice (sorely lacking)
-Exercise (will this be the one I blow off?)
-Clean bathrooms (or will this be the one I blow off?)
-Bookstore - still jonesing for the new David Sedaris
-Used bookstore - have credits there and haven't ever read any Jane Austen - ever
-Gas up car
-Start packing list for next weekend
-Nap
-Buy sponges for kitchen
Matt's on a shoot til tomorrow night, so this leaves me plenty of time. I just need to figure out a few things.
Like how to squeeze it all in.
And...which mall to hit. My instinct tells me either Cool Springs or Rivergate - both have their merits.
It's been a heck of a week. I'm going to go pop in a DVD and chill.
Either "Best in Show" or season one of Arrested Development.
Sometimes, being a grownup kicks butt. I had a Coke Icee for dinner. It was kind of gross, but I got it out of my system.
Also - good news - I finally figured out where the smell in my mudroom was coming from - hint, the fact that it smelled like onion should tell you the bad news. Thus, the other good news is that said onion, now in liquid form, was still in a Kroger bag, thus making cleanup easier.
So, by nature, I am a list maker. I get this from both parents in different ways.
Dad makes grocery lists that run the same order as the aisle of the store. I tend to do the same, though really, I check out the meat section first, and then base my vegetables on my protein selection. It's just how I do things - drives Matt nuts.
Mom makes lists of what she wants to do, what she needs to do it and so on. I come by my habits honestly.
Here's my list for the weekend:
-Pedicure (mission accomplished - ten little piggies in OPI's "My Own Private Jet")
-Massage (booked for 10:45 tomorrow - I dare them to be without a masseuse this time)
-Shopping for new clothes; as Mom put it - I'm the total package, I just need new wrapping paper
-Flowers for my deck - probably lantana, though marigolds are calling my name too
-Laundry
-Graduation present for Tom (if it were up to me, a bottle of Scotch, but that's a bitch to travel with)
-Dollar Store (need to cruise the aisles)
-Ukulele practice (sorely lacking)
-Exercise (will this be the one I blow off?)
-Clean bathrooms (or will this be the one I blow off?)
-Bookstore - still jonesing for the new David Sedaris
-Used bookstore - have credits there and haven't ever read any Jane Austen - ever
-Gas up car
-Start packing list for next weekend
-Nap
-Buy sponges for kitchen
Matt's on a shoot til tomorrow night, so this leaves me plenty of time. I just need to figure out a few things.
Like how to squeeze it all in.
And...which mall to hit. My instinct tells me either Cool Springs or Rivergate - both have their merits.
It's been a heck of a week. I'm going to go pop in a DVD and chill.
Either "Best in Show" or season one of Arrested Development.
Sometimes, being a grownup kicks butt. I had a Coke Icee for dinner. It was kind of gross, but I got it out of my system.
Also - good news - I finally figured out where the smell in my mudroom was coming from - hint, the fact that it smelled like onion should tell you the bad news. Thus, the other good news is that said onion, now in liquid form, was still in a Kroger bag, thus making cleanup easier.
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