I'm either too busy or bored.  How is that possible?  Surely there is a happy medium in there for me to find.  I better keep trying....

I open LJ and think, ooh, I want to post something!  So I click on 'Post' and sit there staring at the blank box and trying to think of something to post.  Which is where I am now.  

Continuous effort – not strength or intelligence – is the key to unlocking our potential. Spirit has fifty times the strength and staying power of brawn and muscle.

Now if only I listened to my own good advice.


Also, I'm reading "eat, pray love" and I really liked this excerpt:
    Until - as often happened during those first months of travel, whenever I would feel such happiness - my guilt alarm went off. I heard my ex-husband's voice speaking disdainfully in my ear: So this is what you gave up everything for? This is why you gutted our entire life together? For a few stalks of asparagus and an Italian newspaper?
    I replied aloud to him. "First of all," I said, "I'm very sorry, but this isn't your business anymore. And secondly, to answer your question...yes."


It sounds weird that we have to permit ourselves pleasure and that we feel guilt over the allowance, yet it frequently happens. 

"But when it comes to human beings, the only type of cause that matters is final cause, the purpose. What a person had in mind. Once you understand what people really want, you can't hate them anymore. You can fear them, but you can't hate them, because you can always find the same desires in your own heart." - Speaker For the Dead, by Orson Scott Card

I thought that when one is bitten by something that may or may not be rabid or poisonous it was generally accepted as a Great Idea to try to kill the thing and bring it with you to the doctor for the sake of easy identification. So I did. I stomped the raccoon to death, wrapped it in a garbage bag, stuffed it in a grocery sack, stuffed that in a backpack, and we drove to the ER.

It is not my fault the questionnaire took so long to fill out or that the nurse asked every question under the sun except 'What's in the bag?' It might be my fault that I didn't wrap the plastic tight enough to cause suffocation just-in-case, but even that can be accounted for by adrenaline and sheer panic. (I've never believed that whole they're more afraid of me thing. No one's more afraid than me.) At least I zipped the bag shut so when it revived they just had to contain the bag.

Regardless of my precautions - and injuries - I was told that bringing a wild animal into the E.R. was a Bad Idea and that I was never to do it again. Well, since it was there, they killed the raccoon, ran the test, and I didn't have to get the rabies vaccine, you know, the one they put straight in your gut? Yeah. Since that didn't happen, I figure my Great Idea and their Bad Idea even out to my decision being a Good Idea (go re-read the sentence about the shot again and picture it happening to you - you'll agree with me).

So I say bring the animal to the hospital! (But you might want to run it over once or twice first.)

I slept on my couch last night.  I removed the bedding from my bed, transferred it to my couch and slept there.  This is because there was a very large, very ugly bug in my bedroom and I am terrified of bugs.  It was hideous, it was near the ceiling, and I wasn't dealing with it.  It's times like this I wish I had  a roommate.  As this only happens a few times a year, however, I feel good with my decision to live by myself.  I have yet to see if it's gone.  If it is, then I will blithely tell myself that it crawled back outside.  If not...  Well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

In better news, I actually felt rested when I woke up but I haven't been sleeping well so I was probably just so tired I was due a good night's sleep.  

Kefir is kind of good. It may be an acquired taste. I've been thinking over a few other things, more important things, as well, because there's nothing like self-indulgent introspection to start your day. I would recommend it to others, but the current generation is already quite good at being entirely self-centered and I don't believe they need encouragement.

I try not to be a judgmental person. Apparently, I am not successful at it. I am fairly successful at staying out of trouble, despite the best efforts of my mouth. Thank you, common sense.

I want to know what "plukka plommer i hardanger" means. It's a catchy tune, so I'd love to understand the words.

173!!! One of these days I'm going to figure this out.

I don't watch TV - that is now a false statement. I've been watching American Idol since the new season started and I'm hooked now. I haven't seen any of the previous seasons, but watching Simon has now become a favorite past time. It's not that I think he's cute, because he's not, it's that he's so assured. That confidence is a fun thing to watch. I enjoy talking to, being with, and watching self-assured people. I think most people do. Now if I could just find a cute one who doesn't cross the line into self-absorption...