Project 52

[mrs_sweetpeach]

This was another quiet week, thank goodness. I sorted through all the paperwork we needed to have
our taxes done and met with our tax person last night. I'm relieved we don't have to pay more to the feds than we're getting back from the state, but now that I know this I'm no less annoyed by the barrage of tv commercials encouraging me to spend our tax refund on new furniture, a car, or some treat for myself. We aren't getting back enough to make any type of major purchase and I'd really like to be able to put *something* into the IRAs this year.

In ten words, I can describe the past week as "Sleep, work, eat, watch tv, crochet, laundry, and play Ingress." I think (but I'm not certain) that if you moved "eat" to the bottom of the list, it would be in order based on the number of hours I'd spent doing each of them.

As for the scrapbook page, these are 21 of the 23 cat beds I've made since January 15th. All of them are going with jebra to FurSquared this weekend. Two will go to auction and the remainder will be donated to the Humane Animal Welfare Society.

Scrapbook papers & elements from the kit The Best Is Yet To Come.
For more information about the designers and their work, see

http://mrs-sweetpeach.dreamwidth.org/766331.html.



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Comments

[siberian-skys.livejournal.com]

I still don't get how you get all this stuff done. I fail.

[mrs-sweetpeach.livejournal.com]

There's a simple explanation, I don't talk about all the things at which I fail. My house is a mess. If you've seen an episode of Hoarders, you have a pretty good idea. I haven't seen the surface of our kitchen table in a good two years, maybe three. Or four. I have email from dead people in my inbox. Friends who have died as many as eight years ago that I haven't gotten myself to read yet. Not to mention I have more than 8000 messages I keep meaning to read in my main mailbox at home, and an additional 2000+ at work. I don't think I've read a paper book in three years and have been stuck for that long on the three stories I'm actually trying to read on my Kindle. I have probably two dozen Audible books I haven't touched and hundreds of DVDs that are still in their wrappers. The wooden sides of our herb garden have rotted and I suspect nothing but weeds will come up this Spring, not helped in the least by having the entire thing covered with a tarp for the entire time the garage project was underway. From beforehand, actually, as that was where we stashed most of the garden tools. I also can't motivate myself to exercise even though I fear growing even weaker and more awkward. As it is I walk like a toddler, listing from side to side and falling over all too frequently. I've tried telling myself this is my version of a second childhood. The idea makes me laugh but the actual living of it not so much.

Feel better yet?

[siberian-skys.livejournal.com]

Feel better yet?

Marginally. I still have multiple bins of shredding that I keep swearing to actually shred, a dining room table that I did see the top of several months back, but that didn't stay cleared. I finally got to the point where I can walk through my house, but that took quite a while to accomplish. I did not get the domestic goddess gene. OCD does not help. I'm trying to remember the last book I read. It would help if there was one that was actually good. I think I have 2 in my reading pile that I have hopes for. And you have some idea what my writing list looks like. The exercising, meditating and all that jazz have also not occurred. You make pretty things that make people happy. That's a good thing.