Welcome to Sunday...

While, yes usually my favorite day of the week, there is that twinge that there is no football this Sunday... gone, gone, gone... hum?  What? There is football today?  No - the Steelers - ohhhhh - right.  Forget that part, just because the Steelers lost they keep playing...   Really need to write that down somewhere... so easy to forget.   And here I thought we missed Bubba's friends Superbowl party - silly me.  :-D

Ok so apparently there is football... and of course like all things I have an opinion - just not sure if both New England AND Baltimore losing is possible... so don't really have a dog in the fight.  I mean I could cheer for Baltimore then become an NFC fan in a few weeks...  we'll cross those bridges when we get there hum?   The last time I cheered for the Ravens was when Rod Woodson was on their team and they were in the Super Bowl - he deserved a ring.    Digressing.

Today's topic to contemplate your belly button lint with is Goals.  And not the hockey variety... although I must say what ever Mama Malkin is putting in little Gino's borscht these days... give some to Sid and get him back out there...

Yeah yeah - OK Goals - do you have any?  Do I?  And that was the scary part, could not think of a bright brass ring on the hill that I want... oh sure the chubby surgery, and those have steps to follow and I am working that but what else?  Professionally?  I have that mentor, I joined a group, but do I want all work and no play?  No, but there must be something more that what I'm doing now - although I am in a pretty happy place right now.    I am (of course) making of list of things to chat with my mentor - it's time to prime that pump a bit let's tackle some bigger issues, instead of telling me to take a class - let's see what else she's got.  Shall we?

Of course there are those "happy" goals - but generally I hate to say this most days I am content - oh sure reading this you'd probably beginning to wonder when I might spring for the good drugs, but Bubba- idiosyncrasies aside, life for me ain't that hard.   I need small steps - heck I can't manage to get a 30 minute walking video into my day ... and I've got someone calling me on that every 3 weeks.   I think as I pondered these questions at 2:14 AM this morning I realized that 1) I'm a dork and need to go back to sleep 2) this really isn't worth insomnia and 3) if I do make a list of steps to complete I bet I would do better.  After all, working from a list is indeed what I do best.   I knew typing this out would spark something!!!  Ok  Step 1 order new planner pages - going back to daily instead of weekly pages, I'm going to need more space, Step 2, work in the things already in progress, step 3, add in slowly like cake batter and 4) don't just sent this out - I need checks and balances - maybe I'll ask Nana to nag at me a bit.  (She's had practice.)    

Ok danced over to planner website got caught in a loop of death, clicked out and came back here.  This is my happy place... stupid website.  I'll go back and futz with it later... grumble grumble...

Today - there will productivity of the domestic side, we have dinner planned, we have shopping done and we have had breakfast out.   We've also had a large enough helping of Captain Crankypants but now, thankfully we have soothed the savage beast with food, his chair and sports on TV all day starting with Pens Hockey then moving on to football... plus without the emotional attachment there won't be nearly as many football words bantered about today... mostly because I'll be doing other things.

Violet update, can't remember if I have posted one, the old gal is doing fine and we are done with large expensive medical procedures for her.  Talked to both internist and our Vet - and everyone agrees, so meds in the morning, meds in the evening and the old girl is just fine.  Oh not liking that ice covered white stuff outside but hey.... we're doing all right.   And yesterday we got a love note that Shelby is due in for her annual visit.... isn't that what started all this crap with Violet?  Lord help us.  The Vet's office is going to become like Cheer's for us - we walk and they all shout "BUBBA".

And lastly on the updates front... another example of my bizarre thinking methodologies... now yesterday I was supposed to be gone all day out the door at 7:30 AM, all day with the "Adult Retreat" of the Girls' group (talk about contemplating your belly button lint) then home and done, well the weather went all crappy and White and ice, so I left home about lunch time, and got there in time for the afternoon session, which I expected to last longer than it did.  But I got my paperwork in on time, I got an extra bit of paper work done and turned in, I learned something new, I made points for showing up and I still feel like it was a waste of my time... mostly.  I am banking the PR points for showing up and ignoring the nag about the gas and milage on my new car... oh yeah and with crappy weather comes crappy roads and so much for the car wash...

Oh goodie... my internet is on the flake so I get to call Verizon...this day just got groovy....

Stay warm.