What Goes Around ... Gets Dizzy

Besides a couple trips to Chicago …
I’ve been kicking my own unorganized booty in the a** and taking names.

The Dog.
So Ben wouldn’t have to come over and implement power of attorney, I took the dog to the vet. Without $400 in diagnostic testing (including us collecting evidence) the vet diagnosed: cancer, stomach tumors, or old age.

Rusty
Ralph
Half & Half
Laddie
General
Biscuit
Sandy

Those are my pet names.

The MacBook:
I’ve spent the last 2 weeks on the computer.
iPurged, iCleansed, iDeleted, iHelped JGP & DEF, iDidlotsofwriting.
iAlso: viewed, updated iWeb, organized, burnt, labeled, and filed 11,000 photos.
I switched from Safari to Firefox, and from Yahoo to the BBC as my home page. I then took a rubber scraper to my favorites and sent hundreds into the cyber the trashcan.


Never put a folder on your desktop and label it “Stuff” or "Miscellaneous." Just don’t.
My Categories are now as such: Write, Daily, Create, Family, Global, WPW, JGP, DEF, and Manuscripts. And I found the cutest retro icons for each. The desktop is from my VW bug window somewhere along US 24.

The MP3 Player:
I deleted all the duplicates on my iPod, so I’m down to 1,396 songs. I’ve had it on continuous song play for my organizational frenzy and may or may not have fastforwarded the Christmas songs. Yup.

The DVR:
My favorites are all on a season pass. The goal is to not waste one minute watching commercials. Survivor, The Amazing Race, and Project Runway. The Bonnie Hunt Show just might replace Ellen in my daytime repertoire.

The Basement.
is still the basement. My party barn did not come to fruition this summer, but that doesn’t mean the basement can’t be the gym. Dance Away the Pounds, party of one now seating in the lower level.
We’ll see.

The Near Future.
A trip to Detroit, (you read it here, Ron) the Breathe writing conference, an Indianapolis wedding with JGP. The annual Halloween party and once in a lifetime Retirement Day at UPS. Maybe, just maybe I'll send off an absentee ballot and drive to Ohio on Nov 4th to catch a YA show, then drive the ‘rents to Florida. The fall fun is just around the corner.

The Internet:
Two new weddings, a Senior, and a baby at the Gallery.

The House
My mama always used to say: "Why does everyone want to play in the rooms that I just cleaned?"
The garage could actually house two cars in it this winter. And I’m on my way upstairs to make a retreat/office for myself, just in case retirement gets messy and the middle floor grows cramped.

Everybody needs a little time away.

Speaking of Chicago, how ‘bout them Cubs?

The Jerk (as in Steve Martin's Navin R. Johnson)

Well I'm gonna to go then. And I don't need any of this. I don't need this stuff, and I don't need you. I don't need anything except this. [picks up an ashtray] And that's it and that's the only thing I need, is this. I don't need this or this. Just this ashtray. And this paddle game, the ashtray and the paddle game and that's all I need. And this remote control. The ashtray, the paddle game, and the remote control, and that's all I need. And these matches. The ashtray, and these matches, and the remote control and the paddle ball. And this lamp. The ashtray, this paddle game and the remote control and the lamp and that's all I need. And that's all I need too. I don't need one other thing, not one - I need this. The paddle game, and the chair, and the remote control, and the matches, for sure. And this. And that's all I need. The ashtray, the remote control, the paddle game, this magazine and the chair. [walking outside] And I don't need one other thing, except my dog.

And I don’t even need my dog.

The End