I’ve been working my patootey off this week. Working my regular 8-5 job, then coming home and trying to get the other job going. So it’s been a crazy week. Tearing out hair because CSS never wants to cooperate, then banging my head against my desk because GarageBand crashed a couple of times. You can see me hard at podcasting work with the crazed over-caffeineted look here, and with my fuzzy support system in the background. The barking helps the process along, he says. I think he’s wondering why his Mama is whimpering and giggling.
But I have at least one completed project to show for it! And I must say, it’s a lovely episode of my SCN podcast. Please take a listen so I can feel your love. 
I tend to let myself get so busy, so worked up trying to get everything done, that my body (and especially my mind!) don’t know how to take a break. Last night I was given the perfect opportunity to take that break and disconnect from the rest of the world: our Internet connection was toasted when we tried to upgrade the firmware on our router. Sometimes the universe speaks to us through computer glitches, I’m sure of it.
So I sat on my bed, shut the door, turned on the baseball game, and was blessed with a cuddling kitty on my lap. Those purrs can slow even the hardest, busiest heart! It was great. Cute kitty and my team was actually winning! Then Tex came for a visit, and as is usual fashion with an 80-pound puppy, chaos ensued. 
When he jumped on my lap I noticed a weird red blotch on my pants, then looked at his paw which was covered in red. Our first thought is, “BLOOD! ACK!!” Turns out the little stinker had found a red Pilot rollerball pen and thought it made a great chew toy. That brings “Take a break and cuddle with the cat” time to a screeching halt, I tell ya!
So Nathan’s outside hosing off the dog, I’m inside wiping up pools of red ink. Gotta strip the duvet cover off the bed, strip the cover off Tex’s bed. Thank goodness that was all. Oh, and I lost a pair of khaki pants out of the deal, but that’s much less stressful than having to lament red ink stains on carpet–at least we’re spared that.
I guess I’ll take a break later.
Friday night was 80’s night at the Astros game, so the broadcasters’ trivia question was “What was the top selling album of the 80’s?”
Duh. Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” wins that hands-down. That’s GOT to be a no-brainer for anyone who lived any part of their life in the 80’s. You would’ve had to have your head buried in concrete not to know that answer.
Right?
Anyway, that reminded me of a YouTube video an SCN friend showed me. Philipino prisoners recreating the Thriller video, orange jumpsuits and all. It’s a hoot. And it’s impressive–that’s a lot of choreographing!
Video: Thriller
“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
One of the themes at that wonderful Red River writing retreat (do you think I liked it?;)) was living in abundance. Living with abundance.
So often that’s a choice we make–are we glass half full or half empty today? I think of Sheryl Crow’s song Soak Up the Sun when she says, “it’s not having what you want, it’s wanting what you’ve got.”
And I also recall a conversation with life coach Megan when she suggested out that too often we ignore our emotional and spiritual needs to the detriment of those around us. Her point was that the more we fill ourselves up, the more we have left over to give to our loved ones, our activities (like work or church), and our community. So what is it that fills your soul? Be sure to take some time out to do that today.
I am flabbergasted. Utterly, and completely. Perhaps even gobsmacked. What is the NFL thinking?! It’s disgusting enough that one of their star players is involved in an extremely high profile case of unadultered greed and brutality. But to take almost 4 months (minus 1 day) to announce that the guilty party (and he is guilty–he’s admitted it finally) is suspended without pay is incomprehensible to me. In my ordinary, middle-class-income job, I’d be booted out the door within days of my employers discovering I committed a crime. How does our society indulge these double standards? Yes, gobsmacked.
I’ve been working my patootey off this week. Working my regular 8-5 job, then coming home and trying to get the other job going. So it’s been a crazy week. Tearing out hair because CSS never wants to cooperate, then banging my head against my desk because GarageBand crashed a couple of times. You can see me hard at podcasting work with the crazed over-caffeineted look here, and with my fuzzy support system in the background. The barking helps the process along, he says. I think he’s wondering why his Mama is whimpering and giggling.
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