1) PJ has a weird little scar tissue gathering under the skin on the side of her head and it’s shaped like a heart. That’s how I know she’s my dog. (I need to get a picture of it!)
2) That a yummy egg and cheese biscuit from Hardees brings me morning joy. I am beyond low-maintenance.
3) My new mattress – it’s so much better! Who knew a 13 year old mattress was not good for your back?
4) My office! It’s so nice. Still needs some reorganizing but I happily work in here every day.
5) Chewing ice. So bad for my already-not-super-strong teeth but I love it. Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! (I only do it when I’m alone because I’m polite that way.)
6) Warm weather is finally here. (Warm being relative, of course. Sunny and 50s works just fine for me!)
7) That Jon Hamm is so awesome looking and yet is happy to be a big dork lots of times.
1) FINALLY! My new mattress arrived! Woot! Slept like a baby despite a burgeoning cold (I had help from Nyquil, though).
2) SNOW! Oh joy! Oh rapture! Oh bullshit! We’re expecting upwards of 8 inches today (on top of ice and stuff) Can we please be done with this? Maryland gets fairly calm winters anymore so this is most unwelcome. Good news is that I don’t have to drive anywhere to go to work.
3) Duty’s had a cold for the past week and being sick + sleeping fitfully on the couch does not a nice person make. I’m giving him a pass, though. (Aren’t I a saint?)
4) His room *should be* done(ish) this weekend. The painting is just about finished and they’re laying the flooring on Thursday or Friday. We’ll just have to put together the platform for the mattress and it’ll be habitible. Here’s a tip: a when you get the urge to tear down everything in the room in which you sleep, make arrangements as to where you will do said sleeping. Couch surfing for a month isn’t fun. (And I’ve offered him the use of the new and oh-so-comfy mattress in my room but he keeps declining. Can lead a horse to water, yada yada yada.)
5) Here’s something of which I am not a fan: mentors/coaches who out their clients (anonymously) on Facebook with posts about “lessons” – I understand transparency and all that but if things didn’t end well because you gave some (well-intentioned and on-the-money) feedback, try not to rub salt in the wound as you share it in veiled words on Facebook. There are tender feelings for all involved. Be mindful of that and save the “lesson” you want to share with your clients for later, when things aren’t so painful. Perhaps my desire to save people from being hurt gets in the way of making me a “fabulous six-figure” coach but so be it. I am not about public lessons for people. Just not.
6) I realize none of that made sense to you (except for my Gorky who knows the behind the scenes stuff) – bottom line: don’t embarrass people when they’re already hurting. Last year, when I had that huge smack in the head from the Uni by way of one of my teachers, one of my greatest fears was that she would talk about me on FB (again, in a veiled way) as she was often wont to do. I felt all the shame and embarrassment way ahead of what I thought was coming and it was terrible. She didn’t (for which I am eternally grateful to the Uni) but it’s a strong reminder to me not to ever, ever, ever do that to any student or client. I don’t care what lessons are involved. My .02.
7) I am still working on that daggone sugar addiction thing (by which I mean I’m being more mindful about not going to that daggone bakery so much). Conventional wisdom says when you crave sugar, you are craving sweetness in your life. True? I don’t know. I get tons of love from the pets and Duty and friends – wonder if there’s something else that I crave? (Besides being in the middle of a Cook/Cumberbatch sammich.)
More and more, I’m getting the message that I’ve got to do something NOW about it. Diabetes runs heavily in my family and if I don’t want to be looking at that, I better get the message pronto.
And now, you’re up to date on all the whining and gnashing of teeth! :) What’s happening in your world, kids?
… and realizing how I have taken on too many things that require my attention.
Here’s what I have going on:
- Level One (ends in May, starts again late August)
- Level Two (L2 end of year but major commitment to them ends in June)
- Intuition Guide at Soulful Life Sanctuary (commitment to being present off and on and offering workshops, etc.)
- Invitation to be an alumni forum moderator at Heart of Business. I didn’t make the cut for that last year (I was in the top 10 out of 500+ applicants and it broke my heart not to make it but you know, wisdom of the Universe, etc.) Just got an email yesterday that they need two more and I was the first they approached. I’m definitely doing this.
Both the Soul Sanctuary and Heart of Business are great opps to be seen in communities I wouldn’t ordinarily and I get to offer products for sale at the sanctuary.
And then I am working on setting up the Membership forum at PI. (That’s gonna be a huge technical learning curve and require me to really be present to babysit it at least at first.) I am thinking I might need to make it easy at first (calls and FB group) or else find someone to help me run it. Right now, I don’t have a buttload of cash for the help I’d like.
I made a choice to join the Damn Fine Words writing course and am sooooo behind on that and part of the thing is James (the teacher) comments on work in the forum so if you’re not doing the work and posting it, you won’t get feedback. Then, I have that mediumship class going on (that’s not as urgent but falling behind there, too)
I’m trying to focus both on being seen in the community (especially in places where I’ve not yet created a presence) and creating income. Doing okay on the income part but want to ramp that up some more. Dedicating my day to being in my office has helped enormously. I think I’m going to have to put a block on Fish/Farm Epic on FB for those times when I’m working on something and get the sudden urge to play 30 minutes of games (aka: resistance).
I really wish I had someone to work with me on this – a virtual assistant would be nice and I don’t even have an issue with paying someone to help me get things organized.
Putting that intention out to the Universe now with lots of energy behind it.
Bring it, Uni! Bring it!
Last time this happened, I’m blaming it on a slippery front porch, crocs and not paying attention.
Picture this: I go rolling out the front door, bread in hand, to feed the birdies and next thing I knew, I was on my knees, having slid across the icy wooden porch. Okay, then. That’s so attractive.
This time, though, I’m not sure what’s going on.
No ice, no crocs, still me being lost in thought of how awesome I am to feed the birds before the big snow storm.
I’m St. Francis of Assisi here, rocking the bread crumbs!
Then, as I stepped out the door, I hear my ankle go CRAAAACK! and find myself falling to the ground with an enormous thud. It was one of those ‘you know it’s happening but you are unable to stop it‘ sorts of events.
So now I’m sitting on the porch, in a wee bit of shock and not just a wee bit of pain and notice that the nice man from next door has come out and asked “Are you okay, Miss?”
Oh great. Someone saw me fall. That’s perfect. And, he happens to call out just as I’m crawling to the railing to stand up. Oh dear Jesus, will the fun never stop?
“I’m fine! I just twisted my ankle!” I said, cheerily (as if this happens every day)
(please mister, just go away and let me sob and crawl in peace, would ya?)
I manage to stand up somehow and get myself inside the door. The dogs are all very concerned but having no opposable thumbs, cannot help. Dammit.
Call Duty and cry on the phone like I’m 4 and he’s my dad. ”Can you come home?” I sob, into the phone.
Why? Why am I asking that?
I call him back and say ‘never mind. I’m okay” in a voice that suggests the opposite. It’s just a sprained ankle, for pity sake, Lisa. Grow up!
(Duty hates when I do that, have I mentioned that before? He’s all “ask for what you want and then stick with it” while I’m a Libra and change my mind constantly. It drives him bonkers.)
I spent the rest of the afternoon with my swollen left foot propped up on the couch, looking pitiful. I admit I did take advantage of it when Duty finally got home and I “allowed” him to fix dinner.
Today, it’s back to normal even though I’m still “Newt of Hobblefoot” and can’t get around well. Poots. I got barely one evening’s worth of pity out of that. What do I have to do to get some sympathy around here, huh?
Moral of the story?
Don’t feed bread to birds from the front porch. Also, pay a-bloody-ttention to what you’re doing when you’re walking out the front door. And, stay in your body. You can’t fly (yet) so stay put.
You didn’t know there were any going on, did you? Hahhaha! And you think you know everything happening over here! Au contraire, my (three) friend(s)!
(I hate paneling, btw, and we are slowly but surely unpaneling this whole damn house.)
Back to the bedrooms: there were three twin beds in there built on wooden platforms with bookshelves at the head of the beds. All of it painted in a dark brown dingy color to match the crappy paneling, I suppose. Duty slept in one of the beds (snoring issues) on a cheapy twin mattress because he can sleep damn near anywhere.
So, he got it in his head to demolish two of those platforms and went ahead and did the third after we got a good estimate on drywall work in there. I’m happy about it because that room was just a big storehouse for crap (all mine, admittedly).
At one time, it was going to be my WooWoo Room and/or office but with his snoring and my weird sleeping habits, it was just better for him to sleep in there. (As an only child, I am not big on sharing a bed with anyone. I’m now 53 and that’s not likely to change anytime soon.)
Every day for the past week, the construction dude has been in sawing and banging and tearing down paneling. It’s been a wee bit chaotic here so the doggies have spent time at Camp Melissa (and YEY for peace for me!) . It’s a win/win for them and me.
On the downside, Duty didn’t think this one through very well when he demo’d his only sleeping place. He’s been couching it for the past five nights and it’s wreaking havoc on his sleep patterns. I’ve offered to give him the bed (and dogs) and I’ll sleep on the couch but he’s all about being gallant (and dutiful) and refuses no matter how many times I offer.
Best part of it all? I bought a new mattress for me! The one we have now is almost 12 years old and boy, I can feel it. Cannot get into a comfortable sleep position no matter how I try. And I wake up with aches and pains that I don’t have when I sleep on hotel beds, for example. It was time.
Renovations continue apace, indeed. Now all I need is a different desk for my office and I’ll be set.
How’s that for a conundrum?
It’s my inner Libra peeking (screaming?) out in the world. I am forever trapped in “Can’t Win” Land – a well-worn hallway in my personal Mind Palace (as Sherlock likes to call it).
So here’s a mish-mosh of crappola for you.
(BTW, it seems there’s a commenting issue going on? As in, you can’t. I tried in several different browsers on a couple different computers and even logged out of WordPress and it seems okay for me. Let me know if you’re still getting that problem (you know where to find me on FB, all three of youse)).
MishMosh Numero Uno
Distraction, you keep knocking on my door in the form of Farm Epic and now Fish Epic, wanderings around the interwebs, and dogs. And the thing of it is, I allow you into the house on the regular. You seem nice and often fun but at the (literal) end of the day, I don’t have a whole lot to show for it.
And not only that, but I keep wanting more and different distractions, too. What the hell is that about? I love the stuff I do with my students so why am I looking for ways to avoid it? A question for the ages, methinks.
MishMosh Numero Duo
$1 for the best cake brownies, morning glory muffins (only on Thursdays), day old cinnamon rolls and don’t get me started on the bread pudding.
Now I have to force myself to NOT go there more than once a week and when I do go, get only one item. Sheesh, Universe. Don’t I have enough to worry about with a pretzel addiction?
MishMosh Numero Tres
Cousin O’Love is moving lock, stock and barrel to Seattle for a new job. It was time and she’s been wanting fresh energy for a while now so I am happy for her. But I also haz a huge sad because I love her and knowing that she’s (almost) next door has been a blessing in good times and in bad.
Trying not to focus on my feeling bereft of my (for all intents and purposes) sister-type-person and instead focusing on all the fun and new adventures we will have on ye olde left coast. I said “Who will go see Cookie with me???” and she replied “We’ll stalk him from the west coast – he won’t be expecting us there!” – always the bright side, that one.
Love her. Will miss her, Steve-of-Love and Niece of Artsy-Fartsy who is moving with them because San Diego is her destination of next landing. We may all have to move out there with them. (Aren’t you glad you don’t have a family that follows you around like that?)
MishMosh Numero Cuatro
Jeebus, I hate it. HATE IT.
And Duty keeps hoping that one day I will wake up and be all domestic when the chances of that happening are not great. (i.e.: less than zero) I don’t want to look up recipes, I don’t want to experiment, I don’t want to do any of that.
Hell, I’d eat ham sammichs, pretzels and drink coffee every day if it weren’t detrimental to my health. I don’t want to worry about what’s for dinner. (Who does?) Oh well. Until I strike it rich or everyone wants my training on how to be a professional intuitive, I will continue to suffer. LOL (oh, woe is me!)
As a student of human behavior, I’ve long found interesting fodder in personal ads. How people choose to present themselves always fascinated me. Some took great care with word choice and whatnot while others just threw out “hey, I’m bored. Wanna talk?” sorts of ads. Even minus my stellar skills of reading the energy underneath the words, I could tell a lot about the person behind the ad.
My fun pastime when I get bored at ye olde Casa de Snarkypantaloons is perusing the ads on Craigslist. Yes, I said it. I peruse personal ads on Craigslist. Purely as scientific research, mind.
I get about ten ads in before I want to cry and/or hang myself with Brogan’s leash right here in the living room.
There are some seriously pitiful-ass ads out there and it wounds me to see it. (I know I’m weird. Let’s just assume that and move on, shall we?)
And I think “What is wrong with your lazy ass to write this kind of shit?” (Harsh, I know.)
They don’t care. They really don’t. (This I know, too.)
(These are all from today’s Craigslist (DC version) in the platonic/just friends section (FYI))
I am writing to all the women on Cl that’s reading this post. I need someone to talk with over e-maiI that knows how to be a friend and I never cross that friendship line because it’s not worth the hatred, bitterness, and ugliness that’s associated with messing up that partnership. I have great friendships that is long distance from me, but I need a few that’s closer to me, so will you be my friend!
Let’s put aside that English might not be his first language – I’ll cut him some slack there.
So, this thing reeks of “Yep, I’ve had some serious bullshit go down lately”, doesn’t it? Been there, done that. Wonder why that’s what he chooses to put out there so it’s pretty much the first thing you know about him. Also, what qualities (besides never crossing that line between friendship and more-than) does he bring to the table? Why would anyone want to be his friend?
Gal will back me up on this – you’ve got to list benefits, benefits, benefits if you’re seeking to motivate someone into action. Try as I might, this man has given me (admittedly not his ideal audience although I am a woman and I am reading the post so … maybe I am?) zero reasons to reply to his ad. This earns him one out of ten possible SnarkyStars and don’t ask me what the one star was for (pity).
Well it’s a boring day at work there really isn’t much going on. I’m really just wondering if anyone would like to chat for a bit and help kill the boredom.
and this one from a different guy: I’m very unmotivated today. I want to do anything except work. How about you? Let’s waste some company time together. I’m 26 SWM if it matters to you…
I’ll give both of them a couple points for honesty and that’s all. If it’s such a boring day at work, couldn’t they have put more effort into this posting? This, my friends, tells you everything you need to know about how they will be as a chat pal. You’ll likely get one liners and not much else. Barely two SnarkyStars here.
And your point is?
Just curious if there are any women out there who are in a stale relationships where you are just bored
No. The answer is no. There are literally NO women out there in stale, boring relationships. (Rolls eyes) Dude, come on! Say what you mean, already. We know what you want. Own it. Zero SnarkyStars to you.
Getting better (it’s all relative with the previous ones being the very low end of the bar):
Good morning, I am a SWM 28 years old. Anyone up early and feel like chatting? Would love to meet someone new to chat with. Who knows, if we get along maybe we can grab some breakfast. Look forward to hearing from you. Happy Tuesday!
Better because at least this one sounds awake and alive! He greets you with a lovely Good morning and wishes you a happy day. This bodes well for his manners. He seems peppy or very highly caffeinated. Either way, I’ll give him five SnarkyStars for being sentient and showing it.
Better still and almost there
Decided I should start earlier rather than later on this – I’m looking for a nice girl interested in going out on Valentine’s Day. Can’t remember the last time I had a V-Day date, and have usually been out of the country or single over this holiday. I’m late 20s, single (obviously), white male, pretty fit and fairly good looking haha, brown hair, green eyes, well read, graduate degree, sarcastically funny, and am a military officer. If you’re interested, send back an email telling me about yourself. And don’t worry, I’ll pay for dinner
Now, here’s a more than halfway decent ad, in my opinion. Why? He seems affable, states what he’s looking for, give some details about looks and interests, has a sense of humor and is a gentleman, making clear he’s springing for dinner. (I would have guessed military by the demeanor.) Very nice. I give this one eight and a half SnarkyStars just because I’m partial to nice military men.
Dudes! You have got to do better than this slop. Here’s the trick – ask for what you want (no BS circumspect questions about lonely and bored status), let us know what you’re offering (breakfast and a chipper attitude is a nice start) and add more than ten words so we know you’re alive and breathing and not bored to tears in a place where you’re paid to be otherwise.
(I was going to write that I was less depressed today but thought you’d rather have this. Enjoy!)