For Jessica and other who have thought, "Well, after watching The Apple all other entertainment seems lame" I refer you to some choice 80s Bollywood.

Erin, I have marked your post. I LOVE it. Thank you!

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Obviously, 2 cups of coffee is my sweet zone!

I've found that creating a done! list, rather than a to do list, can also be helpful for me.

this is why you people think I accomplish so much. I overshare HERE my done lists. And I do it because it makes me feel productive and prompts me to doing more. Today? nsm.

We did get to church and we have not had a fight AND mac finished all his homework. I am basking in the lack of drama. also? he has a playdate over. I have a mental "should do" list, but right now I'm doing nada.

I had to swoop in with the kleenex and smoosh it after urging her for fifteen minutes to kill the damn thing.

Ugh, probably better that she didn't kill it. Having sniffed more than one dead ant...yes, I have smelled ants I've killed, commence with the mocking...the acid content (or whatever it is that makes their crushed little bodies reek might be upsetting to a kitty tummy. Not to mention how tough their exoskeletons are.

As for mice? Bartleby once saw one run across the room as he lolled (and I don't mean laughed) on the couch. He looked up at me with the most surprised, "Did you see THAT?!" expression on his face, that I knew he'd never be a hunter. All to the good though. I'd hate to have to deal with the carcasses many of you have had to cope with.

Who are these "most people?"

• sigh* My sister. Who has more energy and drive at 59 than I've had at any point in my whole life.

when I am overwhelmed, which happens on days ending with "-day."

heh. Yeah.

It's like writing -- "Shitty First Draft."

oh, hell, yes, this is why I don't write anymore.

I don't think I can give myself permission to only do 5 things. Of course, logically, it's better than doing nothing, but I haven't given myself permission to do nothing, I'm feeling dreadful about it, so that's totally different. (Logic, clearly, has nothing to do with this. And now I feel like my hero and role model Spock is silently disappointed in me. argh. Don't look at me with those Vulcan eyes!)

ION, one of my friends Twittered that she'd made her first strawberry rhubarb pie and it was awesome. I'm starting to suspect she's a secret Buffista. Except she never watched Buffy.

home security system consisting of a moat filled with robot sharks with lasers on their heads

I really don't see how any security system could be better than that. I assume there are surveillance cameras, just so the videos can be posted to YouTube.

Timers do work to keep me focused. I keep forgetting about them. (What a surprise.)

It's the extraordinary things we rise to. It's scrubbing the toilet that defeats us.

Very true. Although, in specific, I got the housework stuff covered: I hired a cleaning service. See, if I could just pay someone to come and do this FOR me? Man, I would seriously give someone my whole next paycheck to come organize my house and get rid of shit I don't need and tell me where shit goes and what's actually OK to get rid of. While I curl up on the couch in a ball of gratitude and shame.

I was in Rose's (the poor woman's Wal-Mart) (yeah, think about that one for a minute) just now, focusing on getting 3 things, and practically hyperventilating over not being able to find 2 of them! Dammit.

Lists. I make to-do lists, but then it's OMG-look-at-all-this-crap and then I need the inhaler. Nothing is one-step, either. "Cancel Dish Network" is really "Call Dish. Wait on phone. Cancel. Find out how to send back the machine. Pack the machine in the box they send. Take the box to UPS. Check bank account to make sure they canceled." This is why I stopped using Dish 3 weeks ago, but I'm still paying for it, and the machine is still on the floor.

Why did I not remember that the biscuits for strawberry shortcakes need to bake in a 400F oven? It's too hot to bake!

[edit: AAAAAAAARGH I hate my oven. Biscuit FAIL. Bottoms are totally burnt.]

Leonard Nimoy posts a picture of him and his son: [link]

The makeup folks put ears on my son Adam to surprise me. A precious moment while shooting the original series.

I discovered yet another dead mouse out on the patio this morning. Obviously a serial-killer cat has moved into the neighborhood.

See, if I could just pay someone to come and do this FOR me? Man, I would seriously give someone my whole next paycheck to come organize my house and get rid of shit I don't need and tell me where shit goes and what's actually OK to get rid of.

How much do you make? I'm a Virgo.

Seriously, if you lived closer, I would do that! For like, margaritas. I love organizing other people's stuff.