Oh holy hell is the internet distracting! I started off this morning at 6:45am planning to do a quick check in on the world, write a post and then head out into the garden to win the battle against the weeds. It's now 7:50am and I've done nothing.
Well, not nothing. I have ordered a new bra via Amazon. And I have created a new wish-list and purged my old one down to one page. And I have added a photo to my LinkedIn page and paid some bills. But I still don't know what's happening in the world. And this happens every time I sit down at the computer, a total zigzag of minor productivity and major time suck. I am that dog, Dug, in the movie 'Up'. Don't get the reference, watch the movie. It's lovely. It's about an old man who... Ack! See? The squirrel reference is that Dug can't keep a thought going without getting distracted by a squirrel. Husband will call out squirrel when I'm telling a story and get off course. He says it a lot. This morning's Squirrel breakdown so far: 6:45am - sat down at the laptop, brought it to life and found it stuck on the Amazon page with the wonder bra a friend recommended to keep my boulders above the waist. It's been on my 'to do' list to buy for a while so I added it to the cart. And then, because why just buy the one thing I need, I went shopping in the black hole that is Amazon. I started with my wish-list which I've had hidden because I don't really want the in-laws buying me bras and random things like glow in the dark lawn flamingos and other things I think will piss off the husband and/or make my life easier. That led me to creating a new public page for them - and adding stuff to said page. Which led me to book shop for books I can't buy right now as the house is under construction and I have no place to put them unless they are on my Kindle. But I have four books on my Kindle that are waiting to be read so left books and went to the shopping cart. It was 7:10am by the time I pulled the trigger on the bra purchase. Which brought me the lovely ping of 'you've got mail'. Which led me to respond to the LinkedIn invite from the pianist who played a show for me 8 years ago. So there I am, on Linked in for the first time in ages, and I decide that today is the day I must put a picture on my page. But which picture will do me justice, will say I'm reliable but loads of fun and you should hire me - except I'm not looking for a job and haven't bothered to fill out the jobs I've had in detail so you don't know what you'd be hiring me for anyway... At 7:36, I finally uploaded a three year old photo of me with big hair and a loopy smile. I then hovered over several of the boxes that still need information and skipped them all, leaving LinkedIn unhappy with my profile and suggesting all sorts of additions to it so that I may 'improve your profile', which I took to mean improve me, got pissy and clicked 'skip'. Side note: Why are people endorsing me for editing. What the hell? Of all the things I'd endorse me for, editing isn't one of them. At 7:37 and the email pings me again reminding me to pay a bill and off to the online bank site I go. It's very easy to get distracted there. Starting with: "Where the hell did my money go?" That led to taking a wander through my bills paid summary, the checks written summary and ended with a side trip to "What the hell did I buy at Mercedes Benz for $404.66?" The answer is a service for my Smart Car. I think they charged me for a whole car and not the half that is my car. Side note #2: I bought the Smart Car because I had owned a VW Passat and that was like a car with four tires that you just threw money in. I figured less car would equal less money right? The answer is yes, gas milage is excellent and it's way cheaper to run - except when you get your multipoint inspection at Mercedes Benz. Sorry- Squirrel! Back to the time suck, that side trip to pay bills ended at 7:50am when I began this post. Still don't know what is going on in the world but I have a new bra coming so my boobs will be encapsulated with a one-way stretch power mesh. At least they will be prepared.
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Elizabeth Van Iersel
9/16/2013 12:05:33 am
Well... the phrase "hold on to your tits" will no longer be necessary, you have that covered (literally).
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