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.