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Thursday, February 19, 2009

Half hearted

You may have noticed that I've been slacking here even more than usual. If I was ever addicted, I guess I have become spontaneously healed.
PraiseGoogle!

Not that blogaddiction is a bad thing, necessarily, but I have my fingers in too many things right now to let any one get my compulsive attention, because God forbid, if I were to devote too much time to any ONE thing, that thing might get FINISHED.

And there would go the one constant in my life - Half assedness: If it's more than half-finished, it's probably only half-right or half as good as it could be. THAT is what it says in the dictionary under Jane! right now. Hopefully, I can turn things around before they plant me under half a headstone.

I'm mostly a victim of my own short attention span, poor time management and a greater love of taking on a project than seeing it through. I try to please too many people. I also struggle when things don't go right. My husband likes to point out that I don't like to deal with things that are difficult. Really. You mean it is not normal to prefer cheesecake over cow crap?

Why am I even telling you this? No idea, except maybe to explain why I will probably be knocking The Nest down to perhaps quarter-assedness for a while because I have other things that I need to bring up to my half-standards. Harder things. Mostly cow crap.


I'm also telling you because when I had my 3000 mile checkup at the therapist today, she mostly gave me the silent treatment. She did ask me if I was doing my hair different, said she liked it, and then kept staring in the vicinity of my right ear for the rest of the session. I guess I could ask for a do over, but you, my dear internet, are cheaper than another copay.

24 comments:

Suldog said...

I've found that blogging is about the best therapy I could ever ask for. Lots of inner-soul-cleansing via writing, and lots of good positive feedback via nice readers.

I have the half-assed tendency, too. Lots of very good starts in my life, not a lot of very good finishes.

lizspin said...

Blogging is definitely better than cow crap.

And the only difference between you and me is that I never even bother to start a project!

Have fun, and I'll see you when I see you!!!

Soxy Deb said...

Jane you do what you got to do. It's not like we're going anywhere.
Seriously, where do we have to go?
Ok, maybe I'm just speaking for myself, but whatever.

Gina (Mannyed) said...

Mannnn, I really hate when cow crap gets in the way! Hopefully you can wash the cow crap from your sneakers soon.

Domestic Goddess said...

Ugh, cow crap. Fire your therapist, and hang around with us. Cheaper, more accessible (we don't make you wait for an appt) and we suggest copious amounts of wine or whatever your wobbly beverage preference may be.

I'll look forward to your next blog...whenever that may be!

Jane! said...

I love you all, but don't worry. I WILL be posting and visiting but not compulsively.
Trust me, therapy IS what this blog is about but unless one of you can keep writing my prescriptions.....

The Lady in Pearls said...

Thank you! I owe you a co-pay! Finally I have a diagnosis for myself. I too suffer from half-assedness. Who knew? Well, I mean I knew. I just didn't know what the medical term for it was!

Thank you Jane!

Miss Thystle said...

I vote for shoveling the cow crap into someone elses yard.

Laoch of Chicago said...

All things in immoderation.

Lisa said...

just take care not to cut off your life line.......
bloggin can be addictive, but at least the liver will survive it xx

Mary Moore said...

I'm gonna miss you!! Keep on blogging as much as you can.

I'm just like you. Start a lot of things with all good intentions, and don't finish them. Story of my life.

Shanna said...

At least you're not leaving altogether...and I don't feel quite so guilty when my posts are lacking in quantity too ;)

g said...

I'm still gonna check a few times a week...........

Queen-Size funny bone said...

just chuck those cow pies high and far.

Debbie said...

And how much did she charge you for the hair compliment? Because I will come over daily to tell you that you look thinner and prettier for 1/2 the price! And that is the definition of friendship:)

adlibby said...

I'm definitely more half-assed about everything since I discovered blogging. You are not alone. Would you like to hear (again) about the walls of my office lined with ten years of photos that I'm sure that I'll be putting in an album just any minute now?

I say kick that therapist to the curb, she might be blogging about you!

adlibby said...

Oh, and I forgot to tell you: You are FABULOUS! Pick up your award on my blog at your leisure.

Jan said...

Blogging is the best therapy!

t i m said...

I can confirm that cheesecake is slightly more palatable than cow dung.

Don’t go disappearing for too long now. ;)

MizAngie said...

By the way, how are your ears?

I, too, suffer from lack of attention span, halfassedness, etc. OH LOOK - there goes a cute little bunny. What was I saying?

Bev said...

Can we start a "half-assers" club?? I know I could join that in a heart beat.

You just blog when you can and the rest of us half-assed people who are your blog faithful will see you when you do!

Hugs!

Lorrie Veasey said...

OK FINE.

(insert stamped foot here.)

Since YOU are obviously not going to use them, can I have your technorati stats?

scotte said...

The story of my life,too. If half assed ain't good enough , then you better not call me. My boss in the 70's said it best "If you can make it run with baling wire, then call me when you run out of wire"
Good Blog
I will be watching you!

binks said...

Now Jane!, I want to thank you so much of being so considerate to my plight on not having enough time to read and comment on all the blogs that I love so much. I really appreciate it.
And because my own half assedness is creating havoc in my own blog posting capabilities, could you just please re-post this on MY blog???
Everything you said, except the doctor thing because, everyone knows that I never go to the doctor.