If I only had a door…
Okay, I have a lot of doors. I may even have hordes of doors, as I have been hoarding them, because
If I only had the time…
Well I just don’t. I mean, we all get the same amount of time in each day, but I’ve been working over a lot, some because work is crazed and some because I have been out for appointments, and if you can imagine, while I’m off seeing doctors or hauling kids to doctors, no one does my work.
Every day, Moo tells me stories and Sassy spills the tea. Can’t miss that stuff.
I must affectionate my beloved, the children, and the animals.
Bitches gotta eat, and sometimes they gotta cook. If there’s enough goin on, a bitch may even have to do dishes. Sometimes a bitch does a random chore a day. Sometimes people come to our house. Sometimes they just drop by, like a bitch ain’t even tryina chill on her sofa with some grilled cheese and a crime drama. I sometimes choose to read. Sometimes choose to read blogs.
I try to squeeze in some exercise, with fresh air if I can, because tryina stay baby hippopotamus size so I may live longer, as livin longer will increase the opportunity to consume more ice cream.
Then there are things I want to do, like paint my nails or write a letter to a friend. Prolly just leave nail polish on my side table for two weeks and carry the pretty card around in my bag for a month.
*has a whole drawer of fings for Orb*
*has a fing on the bookshelf for Benson*
*has a card in her bag for True*
Will she mail them? Will she?
My friends and extended family don’t get my attention much. I mailed my mother a note in a pretty card, put a photo of her granddaughter it, and when she got it, she was so happy, she acted like I had given her another grandchild. Clearly I have neglected my mother.
I see memes on social media about how we’re never too busy to make time for the people who are truly important and I think oh shit, that might be about me and then I think I don’t even make enough time for myself, so if it’s about me, they gonna hafta let it go, like I test the stretch of my green trousers because pad Thai is better than yoga, like I let my right eyebrow grow under my hair like a psychotic centipede, like how I am overdue for my blood panel.
Unfortunately, adult responsibilities enter the time zone as well. No one wants to do things or or deal with things or make phone calls about things but there’s important shit ya just gotta do. For me, it’s about 95% first world problems, 4% actual problems, and 1% whiny bitch wishes she was a more powerful witch who could replicate herself so that at least one of her could just enjoy one fucking moment of peace.
Om.
There must always be Om.
People be all, Jesus Take The Wheel, and I’m over here like, “ANYONE, take the list!” Fortunately, The Mister does sometimes take the list. Heart-heart-gush-gush.
It seems I can only do two to three, maybe four of the non-essential things per evening. Except on Friday. On Friday, I can do most things? Fridays are magical.
Many nights, I just want my comfies, my bed, my husband, and some tv. My happy place is rubbing my feet across the quilt while I rest in the crook of The Mister’s arm, my head on his chest. Cue the sleep. Mmm, sleeeeeeeep. Have I mentioned I’m a much better sleeper these days?
I cannot seem to get up earlier to link a blog post. I can get up early on the weekend, which I do NOT understand, and which I recognize may signify I’ve reached adulthood, but there is nothin, I mean nothin that can get me out of bed one moment earlier. One day, I got ready faster and I was pissed, because I could have stayed in my bed another seven minutes.
This month has been so busy, that when I saw Earth Day in my social media feeds, I was all, they must do it earlier in europe… and then I realized …yeah, five to seven hours earlier, holy crap it’s almost may!
How we got here, I dunno. I feel like there was a lotta typin and drivin? Non? Two months without doors. I swear, I’ve had the BEST of intentions.
park shed
dr’s office
tipsy trolley
#ThursdayDoors is part of an inspired post series run by Norm Frampton. To see other doors of interest, or to share your own, click the link.
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Yay for the Tipsy Trolly. You got some life lady!
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I could use a Tipsy Trolley ride!
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I love your posts.
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My posts love you, too. Thank you, Lois!
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I’m telling you, you are amazing. 3 or 4 chores in ONE night? That’s my week. And the list. That line made me laugh out loud, really loud.
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The list — or lists — sometimes feel endless! I’m glad you connected to that. Thank you very much.
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You hoard doors, I hoard chocolate. It’s all good…
Sometimes there just aren’t enough hours in the day to accomplish all we want, sometimes there are…and we just say to hell with it and blog.
But that’s probably just me.
😉
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You do it well. Whatever you’re doing, it’s working!
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Hey there gal – this is one of your best posts ever since I’ve been a follower – so raw and so true. Can I reblog?
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Yes ma’am! Thank you kindly ❤
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This post is the best!!
And Ha! I’m with on “it’s about 95% first world problems, 4% actual problems, and 1% whiny bitch wishes she was a more powerful witch”.
My witch super power would be the ability to not overthink.
At least I’m sleeping again. There is that. Not sure why. Not gonna try an figure it out either.
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Oh good! I am so glad the sleep returned to you! ❤
Overthinking is self-harm. I get it, Jilly, I really do.
And thanks!
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I have FINGS! Yay! I enjoy just the thoughts of fings. Thanks Joey. 🙂
Also, you seem busy. Take a nap or something. Lol
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Yeah, fings. I’ll get them to you — someday 🙂 I’d love a ‘nap’. About 10 hours would feel real good, thanks!
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Reblogged this on Saying Nothing in Particular and commented:
My gal Joey on Good Intentions…. so true
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Thank you!
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Good doors. The rest of it yeah. Similar over here. But I might get some time to rest up from this past year in May when I plan to say NO to anyone who wants to visit. I have introvert’s worst hell disease right now. Company all over the place.
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Oh bless. I am so very sorry for you. I have a busy weekend ahead — HOLD ME, LUANNE! *snots on your shoulder*
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Lawdy Lawd Girl that was quite the post. You almost made me feel guilty for having time to indulge myself. Almost. Aww you got a fing for Benson.So sweet. Gallery now has fresh oysters for Brunch. Don’t know how you feel about such things but I love them. With a shot of lemon and Crystal. Try to relax and find time for yourself.
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I frickin love oysters! Love! I love them raw with nothin, or anythin!
You should not be feeling guilty at all, not even close, cause you’ve already done this section of life. And what was I doin then? Pshaw!
I shall relax this evening and again on Sunday evening, as in between will be busyness.
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Good capture of the bus and a great post. I can relate to so much of this, Joey. Especially when my kids where younger and still living with us and my time was never my own (except when I forced it to be).
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I am glad you can relate, and that you got through it 🙂 I will make a concerted effort to take more me time! Thanks for the reminder.
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I’d wish for you more Fridays, but then.. well, we’d probably be saying “watch what you wish for.”
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Right? I’d love to be one of those people who only needs 4-5 hours of sleep…
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Good doors. You know I’ll take a trolley door over almost anything. At least you have good intentions. There are folks who don’t. I swear, some days I think I work with some.of them. If not, I certainly share the highway with them. They’re everywhere. I think you deserve some ice cream this weekend.
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Thanks, Dan 🙂 I DO deserve ice cream! Yes! Maybe even all three days 😛
I work only with people who have good intentions. (at least at work, haha!) Unfortunately, I share the road with the same idiots you do.
Drivin 50 down 56th St this mornin, is 35 and then 25 in the school zone, but honestly, I think 45-50 is the norm. People pass me all the time. So this lady passes me, in her black Malibu with her Mary Kay bumper sticker, and she whipped out from behind me and whizzed by me so fast, she had to have 10-15 mph on me. I didn’t see her for a long time, until I pulled up to the light before my work. There she was, to my right, and she ended up 2 cars behind me. That’s a lot of drama to end up at the same red light, lol!
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It really is crazy. Speed and danger to save (or not) a minute or two.
Enjoy the ice cream.
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This is this week’s most perfectest sentence ever:
“I try to squeeze in some exercise, with fresh air if I can, because tryina stay baby hippopotamus size so I may live longer, as livin longer will increase the opportunity to consume more ice cream.”
ICE CREAM IS THE REASON! YES!
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Thank you, Tara! There’s ice cream, music, and sex! What the hell else do people live for? 😛
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There’s never enough hours in a day to get it all done, but somehow you manage.
Happy Friday & hope you have a peaceful weekend with lots of ‘you’ time. 🙂
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Thanks, Barb 🙂
I’m relaxing tonight and Sunday night — the middle is squished up with busy!
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Maybe when company interrupts your crime drama you should hand them a mop and suggest you clean together. Give them the caterpillar eyebrow look and they might be scared enough to do it.
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You’re funneh!
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My mother once told me that raising kids is the hardest job you’ll ever do. (I’m sure she was talking about my brothers, not me …) All of us who have raised families understand the time constraints. Enjoy your ice cream, whenever you can find time for it.
BTW – I especially love the trolley photo. You actually managed to go out and take some door pictures, so you’re doing much better than me – and I no longer have all those childrearing responsibilities.
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Well thank you 🙂
Raising children is definitely the hardest job I’ve ever had. Especially when they were wee and there was so much manual labor. Now they’re more emotionally draining. But I’ve been here before, we’ll get through 🙂 I am certain your mom meant your brothers as well. I know I was a complete joy to raise 😛
More doors for you, more ice cream for me!
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You just opened the doors of Best Intentions. Hilarious that I have to send this to my sister who has so many fings going at the same time.
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Oh good, thank you for sharing 🙂
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A Tipsy Trolley! I didn’t know that was a thing! How happy is that? Way, that’s how!
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If you ever feel like headin downtown in Indy and gettin on the party bus with a bunch of drunkards, lemme know 🙂
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LOL!
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Love the trolley door bestest of all.
Hey, we get busy and time slips away from us. I’m having trouble keeping up these days and I don;t even have kids so I can only imagine the crazy in your days. That said, it still sounds like you got a good feel for all the important stuff.
Share’em when you can. The good thing about doors is that they’ll always be there silently waiting to be useful.
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All valid points, Norm, thanks!
Trolleys are awesome 🙂
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Park shed (barn-like door) always gives you an amnesty for failure to post (I should know this by my missed opportunities). So don’t fret the small stuff, go with the flow and enjoy life, Joey! But then and again, your rants can be funny reading!
Enjoy your weekend! 😀
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Thank you very much 🙂 It’s nice to ‘see’ you!
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Usually I sit on the couch thinking of all the things I need to do until it gets too late to do them.
I liked this bit “as livin longer will increase the opportunity to consume more ice cream”. Amen, sister. Except in my case it’s about chocolate. Why bother exercising otherwise?
I love the trolley car. (Tram in Aussie.)
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This is so REAL! It brings back memories of when I worked outside the home and had kids. Don’t know how I did it. You’re doing a great job! When you work a job Monday through Friday, weekends are for sleeping late.
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Thank you! I’m glad you’ve been there and done that 🙂 I didn’t get to sleep in today, but probably tomorrow I will.
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Your best doors always open to the stories of your life, Joey. Just sayin’.
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Ah, Mark, thanks for that gem!
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Isn’t it unfair how real life can interfere with bogging??? I have the same problem, especially on the days when I work and even have a few other things around the house that might need to be done. 🙂 Glad you could make it!
janet
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It is unfair that ANYTHING gets in the way of a nice cuppa and the laptop, Janet 🙂 Have a wonderful restful evening!
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I hear you about time!! I feel very busy lately when I just want to stop and enjoy the fact that the world is green again! Great doors. That Tipsy Trolley is awesome! I hope you got some ice cream! 🙂
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Anyone take the list….
That was good!
And the seven minutes of sleep really spoke to me because when I used to get up at 6 ish (glad that long season ended – but I loved it so much at first – funny how sometimes change is good) but I remember setting the alarm
For an extra few minutes of sleep and five – ten – or “seven” more minutes can be so helpful.
The three doors were a nice fit for the post – each had variety and matched the action and vibe of your post
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You know, waking is okay, it’s GETTING UP. lol
Six am is not my friend. Nope. I do much better after 7 🙂
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I figure that you live life first, then blog about it later. If that means you’re behind commenting on another blogger’s Thursday post then so be it. 😇
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You’re a doll!
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It’s so good to read some Joey! Thank you! I can relate to some of this, thought of writing about it, but then it seemed like too much work to formulate. 🙃
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Haha! Fair enough! I think many of us are in the same (SPEED) boat!
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“baby hippopotamus size” – bwahahahaha!!!!
There is so much of the stuff in here for me. I need somebody to take the list, too. If you find someone willing can you send them my way? With some cute nail polish? And plenty of the om?
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I’ll keep a lookout!
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I’ve just read a half dozen or more of your posts, enthralled. Gotta stop because here it is daylight and the dishes are soaking in warm, sudsy water, and the baking calls me.Thank you. I’m so there with you.
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Ah, thanks, that’s very kind of you 🙂
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