Posted in days of the week, life lessons, WFH Wednesdays

WTF*

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Happy Hump Day everyone!

We are halfway through the week, and I don’t know about you, but I can’t Wait Til Friday.

Wait a minute.

What’s so special about Fridays? I mean, I know it’s the end of the workweek and all, but really, what makes Friday better than Wednesday? Is it truly a better day, or does it just have a better marketing team?

In my last post I tried to give Monday a spin. I learned that Mondays get a bad rap because they have no feet. I also learned that I am not a very good spin doctor – at least, not as good as these guys:

but I am going to try to work my way through all the days of the week.

I know what you’re thinking (I do! It’s because I’m psychic. Or is it psychotic? I get the two confused). You’re wondering why I would waste my time spinning the days of the week. I’m wondering the same thing.

TBH I don’t know why.

These are things that I DO know –

I know that I have let death, illness, stress, brain weasels and the black dog keep me from writing. I know that days weeks months of avoiding the blank page have turned it into the monster under my bed (literally – I have a whole slew of empty notebooks gathering dust under my bed). I know that the only way to chip away at a writer’s block is to write. And yet….

The words don’t come.

So here I am, rambling about the days of the week, chasing the ADHD squirrels and hoping that they’ll lead me over/around/through the block.

But (pay attention – I have a big but**)

My squirrels lead me straight to an epiphany (ok, not straight – they are ADHD squirrels, so we spent far too much time getting distracted by shiny things) –

We all look forward to Friday – we spend our week looking forward to the weekend and our weekend dreading Monday. When we’re at work we wish we were home and when we’re home (and faced with honey-dos) we wish we were somewhere else.

We are wishing our lives away. It needs to stop.

Life is short. Be here now.

The people at spiritbutton said it better

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*I know what you’re thinking (did you not read my post? I’m psychic!). You thought this was going to be a post about WTF moments. I don’t want to disappoint you, so here’s a link

**mostly thanks to WFH and stress eating

So tell me – what’s your favorite day of the week, and why?

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Posted in 2022, WFH Wednesdays

WFH

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Happy Humpday! Congratulations on making it halfway through the workweek – how is YOURS going?

Mine has been a little bumpy thanks to internet connection issues, a monitor that kept shutting down any time the wind blew (even though I don’t work outside) and a list of Things That Didn’t Get Done because I spent the weekend watching the playoff games instead of…well, doing things (OMG did you WATCH those games? The Rams and 49ers are trying to kill me, I swear!).

Ah, the joys of Working From Home.

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I’ve always wanted to work from home. Ok, not ALWAYS – but I’ve been wishing for the opportunity for a while now. Thanks to the pandemic, I got my wish (now I’m wishing for a winning lottery ticket).

I tried it before – my husband thought my being at home meant I could spend the day catching up on the thing being busy parents prevented us from doing….talking, people – geesh y’all got dirty minds! (I love it!).

Our daughter thought my being at home meant I could help her with homework and play Barbies and read books.

My boss thought I should actually be working. My WFH opportunity was cut short by “conflict of interests”.

This time is different.

They say that you should get away from your desk every 30 minutes. No, I don’t know who “they” are, but this article from 2017 tells us that “if you’re sitting all day at work, you should get up every 30 minutes and move to cut your risk of death, a new study is showing.”

Experts will be the death of me. Or at least of my productivity. When I was in the office, I was always getting up – to grab papers from the printer, to drop things in the mail-room, to grab a cup of coffee from the break-room, or to stop by a co-worker’s desk for a quick vent. When I get up from my desk at home, I can’t help but notice that the carpet needs to be vacuumed. A trip to the kitchen to grab coffee reminds me that there are dishes that need doing. My husband and daughter may not be keeping me from being productive, but my house clearly is.

I’m still getting my work done – probably because I’m not getting up to run to the mail-room, the printer, or my co-worker’s desk. The break-room, unfortunately, is closer than ever – and filled with food that’s not good for my waistline. Thanks #Covid15.

So tell me – how is working from home working for you?

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Posted in Weird Wednesdays

Today is Weird

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Hello and welcome to your mid-week update from the anti-suburban suburbanite.

I realize that my musings have been infrequent at best, but (as I said before) I am trying to be a better blogger…or at least one who posts on a consistent basis. I have also decided to go back to the beginning, and focus this blog on parenthood, suburbia and anything and everything twisty.*

I am dedicating Wednesdays to News of the Weird. Weird and wild and wacky and all things W. We are here to celebrate all things weird and wonderful to and to remember that normal is just a setting on your washing machine.

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I’m no Jon Stewart, but I have found one or two pieces that made me laugh out loud.

Are you in the market for a new house? Have you run out of ideas as to how to effectively impose a “no phones/electronics” rule? According to UPI, there’s a house in Vermont that might be perfect to you:

The house for sale at 43 Courthouse Drive in Guildhall, Vermont, has four bedrooms, two bathrooms, an updated kitchen and seven jail cells, complete with barred windows, toilets and cots. UPI reported that the property, listed for $149,111, used to serve as the Essex County jail, with the jailer’s quarters attached to the back of the house. Out of use since 1969, the cells are now covered in dust and, according to the listing, just aiting for a creative buyer to “bring…ideas on what this 28-foot-by-40-foot wing could be!

I’m not sure that locking a recalcitrant teen in a dusty jail cell is the best idea (unless you want CPS knocking on your door) but I’ve had moments where it would have proven useful – if only for a place for this tired mommy to take a time-out.

I came across this post from January Nelson a while ago (Time being the wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey thing that it is, “a while ago” could be anywhere from a month to more than a year ago):

I curated these funny stories from funny Tumblr stories. Get ready for a hurricane of LOL as you read all these funny short stories:

Now that’s what I call stupid: In my junior year of high school, this guy asked me on a date. He rented a Redbox movie and made a pizza. We were watching the movie and the oven beeped so the pizza was done. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched this boy open the oven and pull the pizza out with his bare hands, rack and all, screaming at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date.

I feel sorry for the boy. He reminds me of a former coworker – her name has been changed to protect the innocent. And “Clueless” was extremely innocent and/or overly sheltered (maybe both). She was in her twenties, living alone, with zero life skills. I have several stories I could share, but I’ve gone on long enough for one post. She called me for cooking help.

Clueless – “How do you open a can of soup?” (please note, this was in the days before pop-tops)

Me – ??? “A can of soup?”

Clueless – “Yes. Do I just punch holes in the top?”

Me – “Is it a can of bullion?”

Clueless – “No. Chicken and noodles.”

True story.

My daughter isn’t much of a cook (she takes after her mother that way) – but even she knows that the noodles would get stuck in the holes.

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So tell me – are your Wednesdays as weird as mine? 

*I am moving my battles with the Black Dog and Brain Weasels to another blog. If you’re interested, you can follow me here