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Happy International Tatting Day to me! Why can't I convince anyone that today was a gift-giving holiday for me? I didn't get so much as a ball of pearle cotton! How sad life is.
I do have one thing to be grateful about today--I am apparently a ( Grammar God ).
But really, what good is that, anyway?
I can't seem to get the hang of creating specific and manageable goals for myself. At the beginning of the week, we wrote a huge list of things on the whiteboard that we need to get done. Because I am somewhat anal when it comes to pens and markers, I used three different colors of markers--blue for what he needs to do, red for what I need to do, and black for what either of us or both of us need to accomplish. Well, actually, I used four--the green is for an alternate list of things to possibly do when Blatt is here. M refers to me as Monica when I do stuff like that, but I digress. The red took most of the board on Monday--on Thursday night, it's an even higher percentage. To be fair, I've added more stuff to mine whereas he has not. I tend to have more abstract things on my list.. stuff that's rather harder to accomplish. It's almost depressing by now, especially since I've erased three things and immediately filled their slots with other abstract stuff. "establish world peace" and "cure for male pattern baldness" are not quite on the list, but I wouldn't be surprised if they showed up some day. It sounds just like something I would establish for myself to do. M, on the other hand, has stuff like "buy mando strings"--now that's clear and concise. (He also had "write 100,000 words, but let's not talk about that.)
Poor Blatt. M started off telling him that all he needed to bring from Sweden was mustard. Then he needed to bring mustard and salt licorice for Jenny. Now he needs to bring beer, as he claims he hasn't had a decent beer in two years. He's going to need to bring extra luggage at this rate.
Well, he would if he brought the appropriate amount of fine Swedish beer, of course.
So anyway, I guess it's time for me to go harass M for a while and then go to bed. And accidentally erase the to-do list, of course.. cheating seems to be about the only way of clearing it. But hey, whatever works.
I do have one thing to be grateful about today--I am apparently a ( Grammar God ).
But really, what good is that, anyway?
I can't seem to get the hang of creating specific and manageable goals for myself. At the beginning of the week, we wrote a huge list of things on the whiteboard that we need to get done. Because I am somewhat anal when it comes to pens and markers, I used three different colors of markers--blue for what he needs to do, red for what I need to do, and black for what either of us or both of us need to accomplish. Well, actually, I used four--the green is for an alternate list of things to possibly do when Blatt is here. M refers to me as Monica when I do stuff like that, but I digress. The red took most of the board on Monday--on Thursday night, it's an even higher percentage. To be fair, I've added more stuff to mine whereas he has not. I tend to have more abstract things on my list.. stuff that's rather harder to accomplish. It's almost depressing by now, especially since I've erased three things and immediately filled their slots with other abstract stuff. "establish world peace" and "cure for male pattern baldness" are not quite on the list, but I wouldn't be surprised if they showed up some day. It sounds just like something I would establish for myself to do. M, on the other hand, has stuff like "buy mando strings"--now that's clear and concise. (He also had "write 100,000 words, but let's not talk about that.)
Poor Blatt. M started off telling him that all he needed to bring from Sweden was mustard. Then he needed to bring mustard and salt licorice for Jenny. Now he needs to bring beer, as he claims he hasn't had a decent beer in two years. He's going to need to bring extra luggage at this rate.
Well, he would if he brought the appropriate amount of fine Swedish beer, of course.
So anyway, I guess it's time for me to go harass M for a while and then go to bed. And accidentally erase the to-do list, of course.. cheating seems to be about the only way of clearing it. But hey, whatever works.
