Nov
29
I need motivation. There are things to get done and… well… I lack motivation.
TASK: Going out to the cat clinic and getting cat food.
DEMOTIVATOR: A cold wind whistling in from the north at about a thousand miles an hour.
POTENTIAL MOTIVATOR: The cats will start nibbling on my cold, dead body if I don’t get them some kibble soon.
TASK: Hemming the new curtains.
DEMOTIVATOR: Getting out the sewing machine, finding a place to set it up, cleaning around the place I set it up, and keeping cats out of the fray.
POTENTIAL MOTIVATOR: Getting the stuff out of my room, where it’s cluttering the place up.
TASK: Sweeping, mopping and vacuuming.
DEMOTIVATOR: Sheer tediousness.
POTENTIAL MOTIVATOR: Having my husband come in and squat down to pet a cat and remark on how much the floor needs sweeping/mopping/vacuuming. Life is better when he is oblivious to these things.
TASK: Getting the baby’s room organized.
DEMOTIVATOR: It’s not like we’re feeling like we’re ever going to have a child any time soon. If at all. You kind of lose the magic when you’ve been waiting for a family, what is it now, FOUR YEARS?
DEMOTIVATOR #2: We’ve been using the room as storage. Where are we going to put all that STUFF?
POTENTIAL MOTIVATOR: You never know. We might get a referral. And monkeys might fly out of my butt.
TASK: Christmas shopping.
DEMOTIVATOR: No money.
POTENTIAL MOTIVATOR: Better now than when the crazy people are out shopping.
TASK: Blogging.
DEMOTIVATOR: I write every. frigging. day. What is left to say?
DEMOTIVATOR #2: Hardly anyone reads or comments on my blogs.
DEMOTIVATOR #3: I don’t get paid, and there are other things I SHOULD be doing.
POTENTIAL MOTIVATOR: The people who read my blogs enjoy it. And one day, somebody might pay me. But I doubt it.
TASK: Cleaning the cat litter and Opus’s cage.
DEMOTIVATOR: Dealing with poo.
POTENTIAL MOTIVATOR: It gets smelly when you don’t clean frequently.
TASK: Christmas baking.
DEMOTIVATOR: No money.
DEMOTIVATOR #2: We really don’t have a lot of people to bake for.
DEMOTIVATOR #3: I don’t feel Christmassy.
POTENTIAL MOTIVATOR: Beats sweeping and mopping and vacuuming.
DUDE.
All I can think is, “Can you imagine the NEW mess if monkeys flew out of you butt?”
Now I realize that isn’t exactly helpful to the cause at hand, but it amused me and, well, that’s all I have right now.
Oooh, monkeys throw their poo. That could be even worse than the litter. Speaking of which, if I want to avoid cranky boy cats pooping on the basement stairs out of spite, I should probable clean their box, too…
Hi Cinn, we do read your blogs and more times than not I get a really good chuckle out of them. Plus we don’t see you, so it’s a nice way to keep getting updates. SO keep them coming, after a long day its nice to have some humor!
Well I am glad that I, my lack of motivation, and the monkeys potentially flying out of my butt are keeping y’all so amused!
Now if I could only harness your energy to, I dunno, MOP MY FLOOR or something!
It’s funny how the “Christmas baking” followed the “clean the kitty litter.”
So, cummon – you know you are addicted to blogging. It’s like a fix – and one of the only outlets to continually mope about not having a referral! (speaking from experience.)
Out of curiousity – how many people DO check out your blog? I have between 250-330 people check mine out each day, and yet I only every get 1-3 comments on a post. You must be more approachable, or something~ !
Nicky
i will not pay you, but i am now driven to comment. i like your blog. and you will see monkeys for real one day. after you get your referral. it will come. sk
Nicky — 250 people a day??
I haven’t had 250 people visit my blog on my BEST day! (Well, maybe when the librarians came and laid a smackdown on me. THAT? Was a great day.) But I haven’t socially networked it at all, either. So nobody knows it is here.
I am probably averaging that many visits on all my sites put together!
At least 250. ‘Cept wekends.
Well, then. You must be a lot more approachable than I! Because look at all these wonderful, insightful, friendly comments. You da bomm.
Well YOU? Rock like a rocking thing that rocks, is all I have to say about that. Because that’s a great number of hits, so people must love to read what you’ve got to say.
Your audience is just SHY, that’s all.