Captain Underpants

So when are you too old to wear your underpants on the outside of your clothes in public? By many standards, you really don't have to worry until you are at least in your 40's and by then I assume you don't care what people think of you so, you can still go on sporting them into your 60's. And then from there out you can really wear what ever you want, be it underwear outside your pants or a pot on your head, since your getting mature in years and can always blame it on Alzheimers. So go ahead, be free, wear your underpants in public, just make sure it's not JUST your underpants.

I know this is a little late, but it still needs to be posted. This is new years eve, we were actually celebrating at 10pm to spare the kids and ourselves the grief of staying up till midnight. We had a count down end then proceeded to stomp, through and demolish 50 boxes of snaps. It was AWESOME! We actually did a bit of river dancing on a whole bunch of the snaps and had a great time. I'm aiming for 100-200 boxes next year. Seriously.

To Embrace the Truth, Yeah Right!

So, each day before I go to bed I tell myself "Self, tomorrow I will do…(Insert Goal Here)." Then, at the close of day I look back and think, "Hmmm where did the day go and why didn't I (Insert Goal Here)?"

Well the truth be known, I keep waiting for the perfect time, a few minutes when; the kids won't need me, the phone won't ring, I won't have work to do, I'll be in the mood, ,… blah blah blah. the list goes on and on and on. Then 6 months go by and I'm in the exact same position I was in 6 months before, then the guilt monster rears its nasty head and takes a bite. I've learned this lesson a hundred times before but for some reason it never sinks in. THERE WILL NEVER BE A PERFECT TIME, for anything. So while I'm applying this self lecture to my lack of blogging, in reality it applies to every aspect of my life, I being one of the worlds biggest procrastinator. The Truth is there is NO perfect time, so just suck-it-up and do it now or the guilt monster will take another bite at you in six months.

Hmmm…I sure wish I knew the secret ingredient for remembering and applying the lessons I've learned. I think if I did I would probably have a constellation named after me, or perhaps some frightening bug from the Amazon. Now that would be an accomplishment.