Laura shared about a tool she uses to help stay focused called Freedom. This program restricts your access to the Internet for an amount of time that you decide. Once that time is up, you can then access the Internet. For Laura, this gets rid of the temptation to check email during writing time (especially during that time before she gets in her writing zone).
A group of 15-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner. Finally, they agreed to meet at the Dairy Queen next to the Ocean View restaurant because they had only $6.00 among them and Jimmy Johnson, the cute boy in Social Studies, lived on that street.
We don’t have an overabundance of sunny days in Seattle, so when the sun does appear, I begin to think of my sun-deprived garden. I live in a small town with several large “we have everything” stores. I have to decide whether I am going to resume my nursing duties and buy wilted plants from the large “we have everything” store, or go to the plant boutique where the plants are well-nourished but more expensive. My plant nursing duties date back to my days as “Nurse Ratchitt”: if I can nurse a recuperating patient, then I can certainly nurse a few plants, so I decide on the cheaper option.
Yesterday was Lexi’s ninth birthday. Felt I should throw a large shindig for her, as she was absent from all of her friends last year when we live abroad. Invited no less than sixteen children thinking about half would attend, as today was teacher in service day. Incorrectly assumed that parents would be traveling with their little darlings to take advantage of the three day weekend. Large mistake on my part. Allowed Lexi to invite boys………another large mistake on my part. Hired my son, Conner and his friend Joe to help with party………..final large mistake.
I am now on my second teenager and second set of teeth, having gnawed the first set down to stubs with my first son Speedy Gonzales. Second son is most certainly not speedy but in fact abhors braking. Gently tell him when he rides someone’s tail that it is not kosher to do so. He ignores me and curses anyone and anything within earshot. This would of course be me………..the hapless mother doing her job of attempting to teach said son to drive. I don’t know anything despite the fact that I have been driving since the car was invented (according to son). Remind him that cursing will mean he has zero driving privileges. He is thankfully silent for ten minutes.
While perusing the shops of B-town the other day, I stumbled across a lightpost laying across the sidewalk. Hold on, what’s this and why isn’t it standing up like the other lightposts?
As I looked about for crushed and damaged cars or heaven forbid people, I see nothing that gives me an indication of what happened. I’m ready to offer my assistance in First Aid or perhaps use the “Kiss of Life” (hopefully the stranger is handsome,) but spy no one. There are no suspicious customers on the scene, in fact the streets are surprisingly empty for this time of day.
My nemesis, the computer, completely frustrates me to no end. I am a stay at home mom, and a fledgling humor writer, and my daily companion is my computer. We do not get along . . . at all.
