What is Time to a Pig?

I was reading the wonderful Havi this morning, and she improved my  mood, as much as you can improve with a brain ache that interrupts every thought you have. 

She’s talking about time management this week.  You really should go read the post.  I’ll put in a tidbit, but then you have to promise to go read the rest.  It’s really insightful.

Three farmers are hanging out discussing their pig feeding techniques, as farmers like to do.

The first brags that his technique is the best: he lets his pig root around under the apple tree and eat old apples that have fallen to the ground. The second one says that actually his technique is better. What he does is take a stick to knock down apples from the tree for the pig to feed on.

But the third farmer is able to completely out-do both of the others. What he does, he explains, is to pick up the pig and hold it up to the tree at apple level so the pig can eat apples to his heart’s content.

The first two farmers are appalled. Isn’t that unbelievably time-consuming?

The third farmer looks at them and says, “Yeah, but what’s time to a pig?”

 

This post brought on by: http://www.fluentself.com/blog/mindful-time-management/unlikely-productivity-techniques/

Novel Subjects and Nonsense

Isn’t Disneyland a people trap operated by a mouse?  

I just thought that was kind of funny…. It was on my “things to ponder” on iGoogle. 

This picture I found is Disney Hotel workers protesting… I thought it very fitting.  =)

 

 

 

And what is up with wordpress, my options to format are appearing and disappearing every time I log on…. I guess I’ll have to quit being so lazy and use HTML.  I’d rather not, but that’s just because I’m lazy.  *sigh*

I’m fairly stoked for writing in NaNoWriMo.  I just can’t think of what I want to write my novel about.  I’m currently reading Kushiel’s Avatar, which is part of the Kushiel’s Legacy series by Jacqueline Carey.  I’m fairly certain my novel will end up taking on a feel of that.  The books are set sometime from Medieval to Renaissance… I’m not sure exactly where because it is purely fictional and my geography from that time period is off. 

This post originally started yesterday, I just never published it.  I can’t remember why…. I’ve got a deep brain ache going, and if my boss didn’t need me here while he was at a seminar, I would not have come in today.  I can’t concentrate on much, and I think I’m going to ask to go home after he returns. 

Maybe I’ll write my novel about Max.  I think that would be an appropriate subject.  Whether I’ll write about the present, or the future, I don’t know. 

Someone stop the brain throbbing please?

NaNoWriMo

NaNoWriMo

At first I was like WTF is that?!  Some crazy code in the blog world?  Oh no, it’s something super cool.  National Novel Writing Month.  I’m gettin myself in on the action.  I’m hoping it’s a good way to hold myself accountable for writing enough to satisfy myself and the goals.  I’ve added a little widget to track my progress.  (there is none yet because it doesn’t start until November 1st.)  My username is staticmissi, just  like everywhere else I haunt. 

Oh, and my Yin Yoga DVD came today.  I’m going to sit down and watch some here in a few, even though it is 12:35 AM.  I am justifying this by Joe being in a different time zone.  It’s 9:35 somewhere.  LOL

 

This post was brought on by: http://writerdad.com/  and http://www.nanowrimo.org/

Economy Got You Down?

In my search to figure out what to do with myself, I’ve found things.  (please note this is a shameless Link Love page, but it’s good information)

Go see Naomi if you’ve always wanted to start a business but you’re scared and don’t know what you’re doing.  You’ll have no competition, everyone is after a 9-5iver because they think it’s safer.  http://ittybiz.com/entrepreneurship-what-to-do-when-youre-scared-shtless/ (hire her, or go visit her blog, or both)

Come to think of it, Havi can help get rid of the scared and the stress and all around destuckification. www.thefluentself.com (hire her, or go visit her blog, or both)

Have services or goods to sell?  E-junkie is the place to go, they’re offering a whole year free if you’ve been laid off or fired and you can procure a termination letter.  http://www.e-junkie.com/ej/economy.htm

If you have no motivation, go see Tim the life coach and step into the Discomfort Zone.  www.adaringadventure.com/blog/wordpress

Have a blog but having problems? http://www.problogger.net/blog/

I know, I know, that was really cheesy, but that is how I’d want someone to present it to me. 
It’s a culmination of interesting information.  It took me a lot more time to find it all, but here it is presented to you.  You’re welcome.  LOL

Tell me what you think.

California Dreamin

I’m pretty sure my mood matches the weather: Cold and Dreary.

Joe’s parents and I took him to the airport this morning.  We left about ten thirty, got him there by noon, and his plane was scheduled to leave at two.  He calls me about a half hour later and was like, “I’m bored.”  Apparently security and check in only took him fifteen minutes, and he was sitting outside his gate. 

We had to drop him off at the door, we couldn’t go inside with him.  He hugged and kissed me and told me he loved me, and sappy idiot that I am, I almost cried.  Almost.  I have a sneaking suspicion there was a reason he made sure his sunglasses were on.  I suspect he was close to tears himself.  We’re retarded, he’s going to be gone for two weeks, not two years.  *sigh*  I suck.

He has a lay-over in Phoenix, I should be hearing from him soon. 

He’ll be landing just outside City of Industry sometime around eleven my time, then he has to go get his rental G6 with a GPS.  The GPS was his boss’ idea.  LA is a busy place.

Barbie on Crack Airhead, or Weekly Accountability

So the wonderful Ms. Havi Brooks (and Selma) try to update every Friday on how their week went.  I really like that idea and hope that if I do the same, I can more easily make myself accountable for the week’s activities.  I’ll try to post on either Saturday or Monday, depending on whether I can drag myself to the computer on a Saturday or not. 

Week of 10/19-10/25

This week has pretty much been a haze, in fact, yesterday I was not only lost in left field, I believe I was in left field on the wrong baseball diamond.  Every time I stopped to think I forgot to start again. 

We’re talking barbie on crack airhead. 

I’ve had a horrendous headache since I came home from the hospital.  For a while I think it was a headache from straining muscles in the process of pushing a large object from a place I’d rather not push anything ever again.  After that I’m pretty sure it’s been a stress headache that just won’t fucking go away.  My conscious mind isn’t even stressed anymore, it’s just my subconscious mind making me crazier than I already was.  I am going to attempt yoga once the DVD gets here, but considering it was a yoga DVD that I looked up after reading Havi talking about Yin Yoga, I probably won’t stick to it considering I’m not the “real yoga” type.  I figured I’d give it a go cuz I got nuthin to lose.   Or I could whine to the doctor and hope that they give me whatever they gave Joe’s sister in law, it was a migrain medicine that made her lose weight.  That’s probably too much to ask.

I’ve hit the gym three times this week, I was pretty proud of myself.  I don’t spend very long there, probably about a half hour.  I’m not really supposed to be lifting any weight yet, so I just use the five pounders and do some work on the exercise bike.

Joe was being pretty lovey yesterday, and I feel bad because I was busy being “big hates” about something retarded and I don’t even remember why.  I suck. 

It has seriously taken me like an hour to write this, I keep getting distracted.  Oh well, I am at work so maybe I can use that as an excuse?

 

 

 

 

This post brought on by: www.thefluentself.com  thanks Havi for being great!!!!

Check Please!

“You’ve got your wife sleep and your mistress money and I can’t compete with either of them”

That would be what I told Joe on the phone last night.  He laughed, but I was serious.  I’m pretty sure he didn’t know that I was serious.  He might have realized it later, because today we’re going out with some friends, but not until almost nine o’clock, and he asked me what I was doing afterward.  I was like, “what do you mean what am I doing afterward? We’re going out at nine o’clock at night!”  He said, “there is more night after that you know.”

I’m not sure if he plans on spending the night with me, or if he’s just coming over.  Spending the night is probably too much to hope for. *insert sad face here*

It doesn’t help he is leaving Sunday morning to go to California.  Not only am I jealous as hell, I’ll miss him.  He’ll be gone for two weeks.  If we were married, they’d send me to California with him.  *sigh*  I’d be in the middle of LA with 10 hours of time to kill for two whole weeks of him working, not to mention we’d have a weekend together in between.  That would be fucking awesome… But oh no, we’re not married, and they won’t send an almost-fiance with him.  grrrr.  (I say almost fiance because we have an agreement that he doesn’t have to buy me a ring til I get my debt paid off, silly me!)

Am I the only one who has weird problems like this?  I mean the relationship is good, there is just a bunch of broken glass for me to walk over.

Productivity? Um… Maybe.

Man, I’m just full of productive bloginess today… Well, maybe not productive, but bloginess just the same. 

I was wandering through Google Reader land, and problogger wrote a post on 8 Reasons to Add a Newsletter to Your Blog. 

Suddenly I thought, do my readers care enough to want a newsletter?  Do I really have anything to say in a newsletter?  Aren’t newsletters for scrapbooking clubs and garden party people? What do I do?

So, my dear readers, this is when I ask you, would you be interested in a newsletter?  Do you want a little dose of crazy in your inbox? 

If I had fun things to say I’d call it The Intellectual Happy Hour.  I’m not sure it’d be worthy of that title.  I want you to decide.

This bost was prought on by: http://www.problogger.net/archives/2008/10/24/8-reasons-to-add-a-newsletter-to-your-blog/

(yes, I realize I wrote bost and prought instead of post and brought.  That was how my poor brain thought it, so I thought I’d write it that way.)

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My Mind is a Crosswalk

Another little thought that crossed my mind while I was walking mail down the strip to the mailbox:

I read lots of blogs.  I get them all fed into my google reader.  I don’t just read them in google, I always click on the title and read it from the actual site.  Wanna know why? No? Well too bad, I’m tellin ya anyway.

If you just read from your reader, your writer doesn’t know that their material is being read.  Well, of course they know SOMEONE is reading their material, but sometimes it is good to have numbers. 

Just a little food for thought.

 

I said “strip” because I work in a stripmall.  And yes, I blog at work.  I’ve got nuthin fuckin better to do.

Easy Distraction

I think I am one of the most easily distracted people ever.  I’m reading along on a friend’s blog, and then there’s a link.  OOOOO lets click on the link. *click*  Then I’m reading my friend’s friend’s blog.  Oooooo hey a link *click*  and then we’re at so and so’s blog who is my friend’s friend’s sister.  She’s got pretty colorful ads, *click* and then about an hour and five hundred clicks later, I’m at the friend’s friend’s sister’s lover’s friend’s publisher’s wife’s lover’s ringleader’s brother’s friend’s website wondering what the hell got me there in the first place.  …My boyfriend wonders where the hell I find all this stuff.  At this point, I’m not so sure myself…

After typing the word friend that many times, I feel like I’m spelling it wrong. 

Moral of the Story:

I really really like people referring me here and there and then giving me a link to click, but sometimes it can be distracting.  Sometimes we forget to go back to the blog we were reading before we started the click-a-thon.  (Or maybe that’s just something psychotic that I do.)