Last Thursday night, after decorating our van for the Portland to Coast Relay, I plopped down in my favorite chair only to jump back up a minute later remembering I hadn’t posted anything in my blog that day. It was Thursday, how could I forget?!?! But I did. And here it is Monday and I’m writing a lame post about how I forgot last Thursday. Does being gone all weekend at PTC count? Does Teacher In-Service starting today count? Does that fact that I’m too tired to think of anything fabulous to write about count? Probably not, but I’m going to fall back on one of those excuses anyway.
Question: Crap, I can’t even think of a question. You make one up…
We’ve all heard the Women are from Venus and Men are from Mars analogy, as well as my favorite, because it involves food, Men are Waffles and Women are Spaghetti. And of course we all know a major difference between men and women is that men are more visual than women.
Never is that point driven home more for me than when it comes to tires. I have never had a woman mention to me that the air in my right front tire is looking low. Or ask when was the last time I had my tires rotated. Women do comment on what I’m wearing or notice that I’ve recently had a haircut. But not once has a women commented on the status of my tires. No, I leave the tire maintenance reminders up to the men in my life.
One day last week my friend Eric told me I needed to have some air put in my right rear tire. Then on Sunday he reminded me again. He reminded me cuz I keep forgetting to do it (kind of like remembering to change my oil). Then Tuesday night another friend mentioned it needed some attention. Fortunately he had a tire pump, or did he call it a compressor, at his house so he did it for me.
Neither one of the wives of these men noticed that my tires were in need of attention. Fortunately though for me their husbands did. So all you wives out there listen up, cook your man a nice dinner, give him a big kiss and whatever else that may lead to and say thank you. He may not do the dishes or take out the garbage without being asked but I bet you never have to remind him to put air in your tires.
Question: Do you procrastinate with car maintenance?
Most days I put on all my make-up, not just lipstick, and care about what my hair looks like and what clothes I’m wearing. Last Saturday was not one of those days.
I was driving over to clean my old house before the renters (pray for renters, please!) move in when I glanced up at the little plastic thingy in the upper left-hand corner of the windshield you get when you change your oil only to notice that, once again, I was waaaaay over due for an oil change. Every time I make that visit and get a lecture from the oil changing dude about how important it is to change your oil in a timely manner, I promise myself I will be on time with the next one. But alas.
So I decided to stop in and get ‘er done before I headed over to the house. I decided this knowing I was dressed to clean and not to impress.
In the waiting room I busied myself perusing the most recent RV magazine. After a few minutes in walked a very cute, and may I say very again, cute guy. I could have been his mother, or at least his mother’s younger sister, which would make me his aunt, so however you looked at it he was just wrong for me. But still! He was very cute.
At that moment I thought, “How silly, I’m looking at someone young enough to be my nephew and am upset that I’m in sweats, no make-up and my hair is in a greasy ponytail.” Did it really matter? Really?
We began to chat, and it wasn’t aunt and nephew type banter but actually a little flirty. He laughed when I told him I bought my Jetta for the pretty dashboard lights; most men laugh at that actually. He used to have a Jetta but now drives a Ford. He doesn’t like it as well cuz it’s a gas guzzler. He also had really nice eyes and a shaved head. I like a nice shaved head. I also like heads with hair. I’m really not picky.
After 15 minutes of oil changing waiting room fun it was time for me to pay and leave. He didn’t ask for my number or if he could friend me on facebook. I didn’t expect him to but it was still a fun few minutes.
Women: Are you the type that never leaves the house without makeup?
Guys: Are you the type that wants your wife/girlfriend to always too fabulous?
A friend sent me a text last Friday morning asking if I had filed my taxes yet. He does this every year. If he didn’t I would think something was wrong. He knows I discovered a few years ago how easy it is to file an extension.
I’m a bit of a procrastinator. That’s why I’m sitting at my computer at 11:51 p.m. writing this blog post. I had all evening but Celebrity Apprentice was on and I wanted to see if Gary Busey got fired. He did.
However, I was productive this afternoon and read through blogs on writing. I particularly enjoyed Alexis Grant’s site on memoir writing. But then I took a nap. And it’s a good thing I did because I would be pretty tired right now if I hadn’t. But then again, if I had written my post this afternoon instead of napping I could be sleeping right now. That probably would have been better.
But there is light on my procrastination horizon because when my friend sent me that text, I was able to proudly answer, “Yepsidoodle, Funny Man!” There may be hope for me yet.
Question: Did you file your taxes on time?
I just texted a dear friend telling her I was not going to move until I posted my first blog entry. I also told her if I didn’t show up for lunch tomorrow that would be why.
I’ve had this blog site for months now and it just sits there on the World Wide Web all sad and lonely as a constant reminder of my high procrastination quotient. But I refuse to enter one more comment on other blogs as anonymous, so here goes.
Shall I just press “publish post” now and call it good? No, better not. 84 words is a measly first posting.
The irony of this moment is that I just visited a site where the blogger was addressing ways we lose focus in the writing process and let extraneous things distract us from the work at hand. There were 48 comments at the time and the majority of them said they wasted time by reading blogs. LOL, I’m in good company!
I have a dream of having the thoughts and stories in my head actually out of my head, in my computer and then out for others to read so they can wonder why in the world I would think such things in the first place. So please dear blog reader, feel free to ask me, “Are you ever going to finish that memoir of your single life?” Or, “Hey, how’s that Mean Miss Brown the Music Teacher series coming along?” I promise I won’t take any harshly worded promptings personally. I would appreciate the kick in the pants.
Question: Anyone out there procrastinating on a project? Writing? Spring cleaning? Scheduling that colonoscopy?