Short on Time

OK, it's Day 3 and I decided to add a few elements to my blogsite, but they are not working like I wanted. I will tell you about this really cool site, but first a bit of background. My last name is Scottish and I found a Scottish shop on the web that makes tartans. I found my clan's tartan and ordered some incredibly soft scarves for Christmas. Well, I just got an email from them and they have on their website a "Design your own Tartan" program. So I did! And I wanted to make it the background of my Title, so I followed the editing steps, and it imported it, but it was huge! I really want it to be the same size as it is now, just with my one-of-a-kind tartan design behind it. I also wanted to add it to the bottom of the blogsite, and the "size to fit" box was checked, but did it size to fit? NO! So I'll have to fiddle with it when I have more time.



Another assignment to the CWG is due. It is about Humorous Articles. I was supposed to write something funny. I don't know if it's funny. I like it, but who knows, really? So, being brave, I am adding it to today's blog for your reading pleasure.

Me and My No-No

I had to clean my house the other day. My kids were naming and feeding the dust bunnies, so I figured it was time.
I always plan my housework because I hate it and planning is pure procrastination. Then I make a to-do list. Lists are procrastination in disguise because I feel like I am working when all I am doing is confirming that I’m totally overwhelmed.
Today’s houses are big and that means more to clean. Someday I am going to move into a three-room house: Kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. That’s all anybody really needs. A place to eat, sleep and skip to the loo.
Alas, I had no more excuses and I reached for the vacuum. Immediately I ran smack into a big pile of kid’s stuff on the floor by the front door. Backpacks and jackets and an assortment of shoes to rival Imelda Marcos. The hall closet is right there, but it is stuffed full of coats and the vacuum cleaner. Would it be tacky to pull the vacuum cleaner out and hang stuff on it? The answer is obvious: I cannot, absolutely cannot vacuum until I buy something to fix this problem. It is as self-evident as the Declaration of Independence.
I love Bed, Bath and Beyond. I can escape house cleaning and still be housekeeping. Surrounded by sky-high stacks of everything household, I searched for some kind of thing that would solve my backpack/shoe problem. I ended up with a toothbrush holder (purple and silver, so cute) and a cool black-framed corkboard to replace the ugly one I have up now. Onward.
I hit a couple of duds: An overpriced furniture store and a “discount” store that hikes up prices so they can lower them down to normal and claim a 60% savings. And people buy stuff there. “Oh look at this thingy-majigger I bought. It was priced at $80.00 and I got it for only $39.99!” Whatever, I just saw the same thing at Cheapo-Mart for $19.99.
Right next to the “discount” store was one of the stores on my No-No List. My No-No List is the mental list of stores where I love everything, but the price of one item would require a mortgage refi. The No-No lists commands obedience, but this was about duty and duty required that if I was ever to vacuum again, I must visit the store.
So I gleefully strode into the store and there it was: My Ultra Fashionable Solution. I swear I heard a choir singing and an angelic glow emitting from it. I knew this store would be my salvation. The clerk even gave me pointers. Take that discount store and Cheapo-Mart! This store knows the meaning of style.
They also know how to charge. Carefully and ever so gently laying down the price tag, I backed away and made my escape behind the Christmas wreaths display. Within the confines of my Camry, the No-No had its way with me.
“You shouldn’t have gone to that store.”
“I know, No-No, I’m sorry.”
“What else?”
“You, No-No List, are my friend and protector. You are here to make sure I do not blow my whole budget on overpriced, but incredibly fashionable, and did I mention practical . . .?”
“Ahem.”
“I mean, thank you, No-No List, for being there.”
“So are you going home to vacuum?”
“Yes. Can I whack those dumb dust bunnies on the head with my extension wand?”
“Whack away.”
The house was cleaned that day and the dust bunnies were safely incarcerated in the Hoover. I even swabbed the place down with bleach water. But the Ultra Fashionable Solution? Rest assured the dream has not died. It will be on my Christmas List. Just don’t tell the No-No.




That's all for today--really, it's enough.



Angelia