I love the mornings when my clock radio wakes me up to a favorite song I haven’t heard in a long time. Especially when it’s Monday mornings.
Music has a way of putting me in a certain place from my past, sometimes even faster than a particularly memorable scent.
I’m partial to alternative rock and roll music, but I listen to lots of different music. Everything from Puddle of Mudd to Jason Aldean. Variety is the spice of life after all.
The song I came awake to this morning was one that I first heard when I’d just started writing.
I have an extra affection for going back to that time in my life. Makes me happy.
What music puts you on the path to happy?
Getting Organized isn’t always easy no matter how much I strive to clean up my act, so to speak.
But whether it’s my desk – and it’s always a mess – to the junk file on my e-mail account, I feel like I must organize, purge and clean every so often. Otherwise the landslide potential grows exponentially with each passing day.
And whether you use plastic boxes, baskets or even buckets on a wall, any organization is a good idea.
good organizing tool
great organizing tool
my favorite organizing tool
So what method do you use to organize stuff?
I hate to admit that I take anything for granted. I really try not to.
But my garage door opener is broken. And I already miss it…A LOT.
Okay, maybe my problem isn’t the same as this.
This picture above is perhaps an extreme, but it’s the way I feel it might as well be.
I came home with the groceries, in the rain-by the way, and it worked perfectly.
Hubby came home ten minutes later, and voila, it was suddenly broken.
He had to run and dodge raindrops to reach our front door.
The look on his face said, “What did you do?”
My expression was one of shock and sadness, and of course. “I didn’t do anything!”
Now my poor car is out in the driveway until the repair folks can make my world right again.
Who knew I’d be so attached to my garage door opener?
What are you attached to?
What would make you a sad panda if it broke?
Is this the perfect place for a long weekend?
This may be the perfect place to spend a long weekend.
But that’s not what I call perfection. Because the truth is…I’m an indoor girl.
Personally, I prefer hunkering down in my living room in front of a big screen TV watching series television or movie DVDs. I can watch a whole season of a favorite television show during a long weekend. Or all the sequels of a movie franchise, maybe even two. And I only break to eat, and for the inevitable bathroom stops. 🙂
Now this is my vision of the perfect place to spend a long weekend.
How do you spend your perfect long weekend?
Inside, outside, or a combination of both?
Even though I don’t have a 9-5 job any more, I still get a little subconscious thrill when I hear the word, FRIDAY!
Fridays conjure a feeling of hope. An emotional response from way down deep that a break from the humdrum is coming.
End of the day on Friday means fun and time to do whatever it is that makes me happy.
Recreation. Relaxation. Rejuvenation.
Friday’s are worth the wait.
My favorite Friday’s were always spent with either a good book, a good movie, or both.
I was taken away from my routine world and transported to another storyline to take a look around.
What do you look forward to when Friday rolls around?
This might be me before my first sip
There are some mornings (okay every morning) when Keurig is the only word I can say that makes any sense. I stumble zombie style to my kitchen barely conscious with one single mission focus. Coffee! Now! That first sip of cinnamon flavored, caffeinated goodness is simply the best way to start the day in my humble opinion. I like other flavors, too. But cinnamon is my favorite.
What are your favorite flavors of coffee or are you the purist type that likes it straight up coffee bean only? ’cause that’s okay too. 🙂
Mondays, in general, get a lot of crap from everyone. I used to like Mondays. It was the beginning. I had a whole new week to accomplish whatever it was that I was trying to accomplish.
Lately I feel like Mondays are laughing at me. “What? You’re going to try to accomplish what?” Then comes the maniacal Monday laughter. Trust me when I say, you don’t want to hear that kind of laughter from the first day of the week.
My best defense? A good cup of coffee. Or, let’s be honest, 5 good cups of coffee. 🙂 But after the first one, it’s decaf only or hubby has to peel me off the ceiling when he gets home.
Time to make a list. I do this a lot. Then I can cross my accomplishments off as I go along. Very satisfying.
Any list makers out there? Or am I utterly alone? 🙂