A Simple Request

I have one tiny little request from my readers. Please sign up with Google or whatever other accounts you can use through Blogspot. Then either leave a comment someday or become a follower for me. I keep getting little surprises of people who've been reading my blog and I didn't know it. Really people! How am I supposed to know who it's safe to talk about? How can I tell all of your embarrassing stories (with completely anonymous names of course) if you're someday going to read it and then never speak to me again? Geez. A little consideration....

I'm Home For Just A Minute

School is out and I'm busier than ever. I've been home a total of two days in the week since school got out. Please, don't anyone think they can make plans with me, apparently the plans are made and I'll be too busy to even feed myself. I'll just take 5 minutes and have a feeding tube inserted so that I don't have to worry about that for the rest of the summer.

I did get to go yard saling a couple of days this week. That was a good time. I won't joke, with the economy being what it is, yard saling is harder work than it ever was before. No one is getting rid of anything and if they do, it's because there is no use left in it anymore. The thrift stores are so busy, you have to wait in lines that are as long as Meijer on a Saturday. All of it is hard work. But sometimes, it pays to go out. This week I picked up a $200 doll for $4. That will be a pretty nice return on my money. Here's the kicker though, I have to list some stuff on ebay (and I loathe ebay), but I'm never ever home. Instead what happens is that I go out, find some stuff after much work, stack it in my office (or family room, sorry family), and then leave for like 5 days. I come back with a bunch more and the stacking continues. I'm supposed to be cleaning the crap out of my house and de-cluttering so I can sell it. Basically, I'm going to have to stop the buying, but let's face it, that's never going to happen. Something in my brain makes me go. There are deals out there and I'm genetically bound to go out looking for them.

I Just Can't Deal

I wish I could, but I can't. There is too much to do and not only am I not able to do it all, 2 more things come up with each one that I finish until I'm literally wallowing in accumulated "so-much-shit-to-do".

At this point, I'm beside myself with with shit-to-do, and so I'm just giving it up for the night, probably for the week. Clearly it's making no difference. My thinking is, by not working on something, I won't find another 2 chores to work on. If you do the math, by the end of the week, I'll be better off.

I need a nice large garage sale, with loads of cheap crap to cheer me up and make me feel like the world is good again.