Monday, May 05, 2008

Focus

I'm having a terrible time focusing on one task before I start another.  I get so distracted.  I went out to plant potatoes in my garden yesterday and I did, but it took me twice as long as it should have because I had to stare at the dirt, pull some weeds, daydream, think about rocks, watch a worm and drool before I could get the darn taters in the dirt.


I have seven posts that I have started and guess what?  I sat down and started to write this one instead of finishing them.

Seth has two chapters left in History, one chapter in Bible and instead of finishing with him....I'M BLOGGING!

Clay once had a co-worker from Spain that pronounced his long O's as Uh's.  So when he would ask everyone to FOCUS it came out as Fuh-cus.  Every time I use the word focus I think of him and laugh.  

We are getting our pigs this week, despite all your warnings, we are getting pigs.

The chickens have a new home and it is darling.  If I can fuh-cus long enough I might take pictures and show you.

The wine tasting party went really well.  I spent most of Saturday cooking and then cleaning and then eating the left overs.  And then feeling guilty about my dripping bodaciousness.

Two nights ago I had nightmares about tornadoes whizzing by our house as I stood in my living room watching out the window.  

Last night I had a nightmare about my sister singing really weird rock songs on television.  Oh wait, she sorta does that now.  Still, it was disturbing and her hair was bleached super blond which was bothering me more than the bad singing.

Thank you all for your concern over my beaten body.  My thumb tis numb.  I got numb-thumb.  I got me a dumb-numb-thumb.  I'm dumb.  I need to fuh-cus.  Okay, that's the last time I'll write that, but it is funny.  Is too.  Is too.  Is too... infinity times four!

Hey?  Look, there's a pile of laundry to fold.  Oh!  But over there are some  Shakespeare for kids books I want to read.  But, but, but, I can see my garden from the window, shouldn't I go out there and do something?  And what about calling the school with my new uniform idea?  Shouldn't I do that?  You know, I'm full of ideas and really, shouldn't everyone hear them?  And then shouldn't everyone implement them?  Yes, yes I think they should.  Hmmm, what's that shiny thing on the floor?  Maybe I'll stare at it for a few hours.  Yes, staring at the shiny thing is definitely priority number one.  Commence staring.

12 comments:

Clay said...

You forgot to tell that I started helping you last night with the potatoes and decided it was time to leave when we were half way through the job and I saw you picking weeds out of the flower bed.

stef said...

Just one question: why were you drooling over the worm?

Rechelle said...

April - I think you really need to fuhcus. Oh and my hair is strangely even more blond - I don't know why this keeps happening to me.

cndymkr / jean said...

Wait, go back. You're getting pigs? Seriously? How many? Little baby pigs or grown up? How many? This is so cool.

Katharine said...

Yes I have a fuhcus problem too. There is a children's book written about me called, "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie." Great reading --- then the author shadowed me for a day and did the sequel, "If You Give a Moose a Muffin." Hopelessly unfuhcused.

Katharine

Nancy said...

I couldn't fuh-cus as I was reading this...wonder why?

Coffee Bean said...

Well... my acer laptop crapped out. I told you it was an acer because I remember you saying you had one. It is at the shop full of files that I should have backed up and didn't... why am I telling you this... oh, yeah. I see Clay's comment over there. My husband reads my blog and comments here and there and usually that type of comment. It made me want to tell you about my crappy acer. That and the fact that my husband called it my "crack pipe." He was glad that it quit because he thought that meant I would not be on the computer. No, it means I am on the computer down in my dungeon of a basement that I still need to clean... and I am all over the staring.

Ann said...

I want to hear your uniform idea...

Becky said...

I feel your pain (seriously). It's called adult ADD. Or could be ADHD in your case. LOL You have that hyperactive element. ;-)

Honest to Ya~Ya said...

You are so funny!
I enjoyed your post!☺

Roxie said...

LOL.

Fuhcus comes hard to an adult ADHD person. I'm not saying "sufferer" because I'd sure miss the creativity part. Besides, Mark Lowry makes good money from being ADHD!

Natalie said...

I've had to seriously cut back on blogging - both reading and writing - lately because I felt like nothing else was getting done. I still have 3 weeks' of laundry that needs to be put away sitting in the bedroom