I usually write posts in the evening when I have these thinky-thoughts and am feeling a theme to Mah Life, but since it's morning things inside my head are a little more static-y.
This reminds me how a friend told me a comedian decided to keep a notebook of all the first thoughts in his head and record them as he woke.
He ended up with a notebook full of, "I have to pee."
I know there is something to this idea, most famously found in The Artist's Way. I keep meaning to do this program. I should put it on my List. I have these fantasies that I can make a List of things I need to do, and it will also import from my email and chat and voicemail, sort everything out, I set a deadline, and then it syncs backwards with my calendar and tells me the daily tasks I need to do each day to accomplish these things.
Actually I found something like this but it's a bit to set it up, and, well, doing that is on my List.
I have a card full of photos in my camera that I'm dying to share but my hard drive is full. I ordered a new one, but it's not here yet. I thought it would show up on my porch yesterday, but alas, it did not. I can't remember where I shipped it but I'm thinking maybe it will arrive at goodmama headquarters.
If not, I'm going to have to build my own, like my very own robot friend who will hold all my stuff so I can get new work done.
Actually a hard drive shaped like Tom Servo sounds awesome. I'm sure some hacker has already made one. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you can get your geek up to speed.
I know the internet was dying for more flower photos. I'm sorry world, you'll have to wait a little longer. What else is going on? All kinds of random things. For example (and in no particular order):
1. Ryan did a job for CNN, photographing a guy who works for the state as an executioner. Check it out. Per usual, his work blows my mind.
2. I'm doing a self-propelled project to figure out why 95% of Rush fans are men.
3. Awesome friends who give you the gift of lemur. I know they are all pixels, but I love these. They are just so frivolous, I feel extra loved.
4. Going to work every day with my dad is an adventure. I like it, even if he did behead all the tops of my flower pens.
5. Hazel is full of one-liners. Here's a few from this week:
Going up to her dad, "Did you know my mom is the goodmama?"
Yesterday in the Suburban, "Mom, I think we should go to the car wash because this car is CERTAINLY dirty!"
Playing Sims, "Mommy, a bad man came and took away her potty, so she peed in a bowl on the bathroom floor." Me, "You have to pay your bills sweetie. Go to the mailbox and click, 'Pay Bills.'" Hazel, "Okay, but how do you spell 'Pay Bills'?"
Standing outside the house throwing bread crumbs everywhere, "I can't come in right now. My friends the ants really need food. They are very hungry."
6. My face! My face! I never had acne as a teen. No really! I had perfect skin. Even at age 35 it was great. (Let's not talk about how old that makes me now.) Now it's just a disaster. HELP! Meg tells me to wash with Dove and NO MAKEUP FOR A WEEK. Is she right? I've even been on acne.org trying to find answers.
It's okay. This is why I am behind the camera, not in front of it.
And if you say pre-menopause, you owe me lunch. Or a lemur.