Peer Pressure & Making it Easy

I downloaded a Blogger app a few days ago. I remember thinking "This way I have no excuse not to blog" I also have a group of friends # NaBloPoMo blogging with me, and I really don't want to drop the ball.

So what do I write about?! Do I write about how irritated I get when my guys leave their dishes on the table? Nah, that's not really fair since my P-Hero made dinner.

Maybe I'll blog about the challenge of cooking all the CSA veggies in one week ( believe me, it's harder than it looks, and we're a veggie friendly family) Oh wait, I was going to do that next week so I can include pics of the pickup and our share veggies. Hmmmm.

Okay, I got it! I'll write about the domino effect of having too much stuff: stress levels, living costs, not to mention how one thing topples over every time you try to move something else.

*yawn*

Hey, look, this is long enough to be a blog post all by itself! Cool :-)  Even better, I have topics for the next couple of days. I really love how just doing something, anything, tends to move you a little closer to your goals.

*yawn*

I think my next goal is getting a good nights rest.  ' night

Views

This was last week's view. I kind of miss it.

Some Days are More Random Than Others

I live in New York City. There's over 8 million people here, it's said that there are 800 languages spoken here as well. Imagine the surprise of this lil'ol Texas gal when I saw a bonafide turkey in my lane today.

Staten Island Wild Turkey (not a zoo escapee)

Yup, you read that right, a turkey. Now, before you accuse me of distracted driving, let me just point out the big red light in the picture. Yup, I was stopped when I snapped this shot. I couldn't even pull up because of the gobbler in front of me. And before you ask, no, it's not a zoo escapee, it's a wild turkey, one of a flock that roam the forgotten borough.

Yes, some days are just more random than others.

:)

~Phera

PS ~ In the interest of full disclosure, I have to admit I knew about the band of wild turkeys on Staten Island. I even have a pic of part of the flock near the St. John's campus. This shot today was the first good picture I've taken and had a great story to go with it, so it made it into the blog. Hey, all's fair for #nablopomo as long as I get that daily post up, right Super Jenn?

Bone Tired and Unforgettable Routines

We planned our vacation so that we'd come back on a holiday weekend. This means we had a day of buffer before we have to head back into work, and I'm so thankful to have it. I woke up this morning around 2 AM and I've been up ever since. Believe me, I TRIED to go back to sleep until about 5:30 when I just got up. My body is crying out for sleep, but I know from brutal past experience that if I sleep at these odd times it'll just prolong the jetlag.

I've been pretty brain dead today, but thanks to routines that my podcasts and just plain doing over and over tattooed into my DNA, my suitcase is unpacked, I made lunch, mopped the floor, and most of the stuff is put away, Hey, I even got the dishes done! I say mostly put away because my guys slept like the dead all day today and I had to tiptoe around the bedroom. The wall of fatigue waited for them to get up before it hit me and I can now barely move enough to get this post up. If it weren't for the Sassy Bridesmaid and some awesome-sauce peer pressure I'd be... well, I'd probably be sitting on the couch trying to talk myself out of falling asleep.

Speaking of routines, there's a walking carpet aka the dog asking for a walk. He knows what to do at this time of day, and my feet do, too.

Super Secret Awesome Sauce

"You have the potential to never make another mistake in your life"

No, I didn't come up with this, a keynote speaker at a conference did. What he meant was that between our social web and access to search engines, if we ask the right questions of the right people and do what they tell us to do... we might never make another mistake.

Wow, powerful, huh?

My shorthand for this is Super Secret Awesome Sauce. Thanks to the recipe (women) in my Super Secret Awesome Sauce I get asked tough questions that help keep me from making mistakes. Even better, I get to answer some of their tough life questions like how do I get two dishes that are stuck together unstuck. (drop the two stuck dishes in a tub of hot water, it'll expand the air between the dishes and push them apart)

Of course, there's a lot more to it than that, but I've been in transit since 4:PM EST Friday until about 5:PM EST Sunday and this is about all my brain can spit out today.

not amused

I'm irritated by fake @replies I get on twitter and not getting my coffee at all today. My dad is doing an awesome Flat Stanley trip for a friend, but I don't want to get flamed for his commentary so I'm not posting it. A student told me he was too busy to go to a time management seminar even though his study hall was cancelled and to top it all off there was no parking outside my apartment so I had to park on campus and walk home.

I am not amused.

However, I am tired, so I'm going to bed. Tomorrow I hope to be in a better mood.

Blogger's Block

I've been having a hard time blogging because I don't know what direction I want to go in or what I want to focus on. It's been a lot easier to just let time go by. The crazy thing is that when I start writing again (like I am for #NaBloPoMo) I remember how much I enjoy it. It's a kind of active meditation for me. The act of writing helps me calm the monkey mind that creeps in, set priorities, and in some cases vent my frustrations. 

So I'm back, at least for this month. Thanks for stopping by and saying hi :) 

Batting Practice

Life throws curveballs. The thing is, they look just like fastballs until they curve right towards you at the last minute. What's worse? Swinging and missing? Flinching because it looks like the ball is going to hit you? Or just watching the ball go by? 

Lately I've been swinging and missing.  I've flinched at a couple of life's recent curveballs.  And somehow or another I've been letting a couple of pitches just whomp right into the catcher's mitt.  I'm going to try and get a couple of solid hits in this batting practice we call life.  Today I'm just going to round the bases after practice and call this a #NaBloPoMo start.