I promised myself I was going to get some things done around the house before I posted an entry here, but I have an astonishing lack of self-control today regarding the computer. I have a running list of things I want to get to. Here's a sampling of what I have standing in line, waiting its turn:
Cooking up a pot of vegetable soup.
Doing a few loads of laundry.
Ironing.
Unloading the bookshelf so I can move it over 6 inches.
Buying the garland and lights to decorate with.
Working on a gourd. (I have the idea and the materials ready)
Reading a novel.
Writing a short story.
Typing up the changes to the novel I worked on the other day.
Clearing out some things from my closet for the Salvation Army.
Baking some low fat brownies I've been craving for 3 weeks.
Meditating.
I'm sure there more things than that, but these are what I can come up with at the moment.
But here I am, listening to Dennis Prager on streaming audio, reading the Drudge Report, Fox News, and World Net Daily, checking the Screen Rant website compulsively because I am having a scintillating conversation with the authors in the comment section, and I am checking email every 15 minutes to see if any of you at Dear Diary have updated your blogs. I'm checking the Weblog Review every half hour to see if my latest review has been posted, and tracking Ivan the Terrible on the NOAA web site. . .
Somebody help me!
So much for all my internet resolutions. I am an abject failure. There is no other way to look at it.
Oh, I DID spend an hour outside filling up our huge green waste container with pulled up dead plants and spent flowers and shriveled tomatoes. And I will tackle some of those things on the list...... I will. . . . I WILL!!!
But for right now, I'm glued to the tube here, like some eyes glazed over, drooling child in front of the television watching Elmer Fudd stalk Bugs Bunny.
Alright.
I have blogged. I blog. I will blog. Therefore I am.
Now I need to go DO some really real stuff...... so I can blog about it later.
(That is SICK. You know that?)
Yep. You can't shame me, I'm shameless.
But I AM going to make that soup.