on procrastination.

I’ll have you know I've had this document open for 2 hours with only the title on it. then I minimized the window, checked out the amazon flash sales, made a list of the things I would be serving if I were hosting Thanksgiving this year…..well, half a list, cuz I stopped after the appetizers when I got distracted remembering I needed to go to the post office, so I went there and now I am back to writing this blog post. Which I am about to minimize and return a text from my husband and an email to my best friend. BRB…

And now its 2 hours later and I’m not even making that up. I bought my best friend a birthday present and got 2 Christmas books for Ben from Hautelook, checked Facebook from my phone, spent some time with my girlfriends discussing my imaginary Thanksgiving menu. This is why I can’t get anything done. This is the root of my anxiety problem….and yet, like crack (I assume.) I cannot stop.

I mean, is it procrastination or legit ADD?

Source: bit.ly via Lauren on Pinterest

That reminds me, I was at Francesca’s Sunday getting some more stuff for my BFF’s birthday package and the two sales girls were discussing some nonsensical thing that teenagers would be discussing and the one girl, the bitchier one, actually said “legit” 3 times in the time it took the other one (who was actually doing her job) to ring me up. Three times. I wanted to punch her in the face. I kind of want to punch myself in the face right now too for ever saying “legit” again after that little display. Oof.

So anyway……

Procrastination is the reason I am still holding on to the 10 lbs I wanted to lose in high school…..and the 30 I packed on after high school….and at least half of the 50 I gained when  was pregnant (stop with the math. That’s not fun for anyone.)….

Procrastination is the reason our house still looks like a college dorm even though we've lived there for 6 years and even though I desperately want a living room that looks like a page from The Pottery Barn Catalog. Or at least a sisal rug. Jeez.

Procrastination is the reason I've only been writing one blog post a week lately. and hating myself for it. Because I miss you.

Procrastination is the reason I never got my college degree….the reason we’re struggling to pay for 2 mortgages and daycare…the reason we can’t take a family vacation.

Procrastination is the reason I haven’t seen my best friend or my daddy in 6 years.

Procrastination is the bane of my existence, my immortal enemy. It’s a disease. I want to be better, but I don’t know where to start…..and THAT is exactly the thing about procrastination, right? You don’t know where to start so instead you just minimize the window and fill your time with pointless other shit.

But it just occurred to me that “procrastination” is also The Mother of all Excuses. And you know what?

I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t have a plan, if that’s what you’re looking for. I just know that I am sick of feeling so stressed out all the time from all the loose ends hanging around all over the place…unfinished little piddly crap….or unfinished big important crap that I just never bother to complete. How annoying.

I can’t be the only one who deals with this to such a great degree….I hope I am cuz this sucks, but I can’t be, can I? I’m not looking for camaraderie and someone to come along and say “Why yes, I have big issues with procrastination too! Let’s put all our tasks on hold, sit on the couch and share this bottle of Merlot while watching The Big Bang Theory instead of tackling our to do lists! It’ll be fun!”….rather, I’m looking for somebody to share with me what they are doing to overcome it…..cuz I can’t live like this anymore.

Hey! I think my next blog post is going to be about the insanely amazing Piko Top I just got from Kiki La'Rue and the Lenore Scarf that I also got and am obsessed with. Unless  I procrastinate that too, which, if I do? Shoot me because we need to discuss.

And one more thing, this is super important.....do you guys follow Becka yet? She is the mastermind behind all things fab at Kiki La'Rue and if you didn't know, she has her very own blog now. You should follow her. She is amazing and I luff her with my whole heart.

just call me Grace...

Let’s talk for a minute about my weekend, although it really could have been any of the weekends of my life. I keep things pretty consistent for the most part….I’ll sum it up short and sweet….there was wine and now? There are injuries. Let’s be honest, even in the absence of wine, with me, you can usually count on at least an injury a week. as Scott likes to say, “I’m not so fleet of foot…”.

Noreen and I went on a trolley tour of the North Fork Wineries…it was a blast. The wine was delish and plentiful, the company was fantastic…but both of us were most excited for the post-winery stop at Tattoo Lou’s…

Want to feel better about yourself? I’m about to make that happen….think of a place where you really, really hope to come off at least a little bit more fancy funky fresh than you really are….where you just desperately need whatever bits of "hip" your soul might possess to shine center stage and not embarrass the f*ck out of you, just this once. Tattoo Lou’s seems like a good place for that, right? I mean, cuz only bad asses have tattoos (?), and so there you are, walking into….scratch that, sauntering into Tattoo Lou’s, channeling your inner Angelina Jolie, ready to get inked….but instead of gracefully sauntering in, if you’re ME, instead, you get the toe of your FLAT sandal stuck under the door jamb and you trip, landing splayed out across the floor of the grody tattoo parlor, the bell tied to the door all jingling, everyone turning to stare….

I like to make an enterance.

Psh……what? That's how I roll folks.

last pic ever of the tat free right wrist....a work in progress & the finished product. i love.

So, yea, that happened. You really cannot take me anywhere. I stood up. I dusted myself off (because lord only knows what cooties reside on that floor), I made the announcement to my adoring public “I’m ok! I’m ok…I’m just THAT girl…”  and everyone had a chuckle while I skulked over to the wall and comforted my bruised ego…and my bruised arm…and my bruised knees…..

this is the bruise today. yummy, huh?

Then, we had some unbelievably incredible Mexican food and margaritas which I unapologetically scarfed down with reckless abandon. Oops.  Because nothing soothes a bruised ego like tequila, baby….

Today is a very special day……it is the BIRTHDAY of one of my Bloggie Besties, Amber…this girl…she is the whole package. She cracks me up on the daily…she is gorgeous, and funny and smart as a whip. Go show her some birthday love today!!!! And enter her giveaway too, while you’re at it!!!  Ambizzle, I hope you can feel all the love and kisses I’m sending your way gurl…I am so happy we found each other…LOVE YOU, BISH!!

p.s. Amber would NEVER fall flat on her face walking into a tattoo parlor. See? that’s what I mean. She’s the bomb.