Next Week is Vacation Week! Woohoo. Kinda.

Taking a week of vacation next week.  Just have to get through work on Saturday night, then it's a week off.  I am going nowhere and the only plan I have so far is to get my hair done on Monday afternoon.  And go to the gym more than once--sometimes having too much time is a bad thing cause I keep saying, "I'll do it later."  

It's still messy outside.  It's warmer, which is good, and the snow is all melting into a big muddy mess.  I hate to see what my house looks like outside, so I try not to look when I'm coming and going everyday.  

Hopefully how my state of mind will be all week

Inside--well, the great de-trash needs to happen.  Especially in the basement.  I've done a few little jobs around the house, but this one requires plenty of loud music, big garbage bags, and the kind of discipline that right now is completely absent from my body.  I'm making Tuesday the big day for this project.  I can do it!!!  That's what I keep telling myself.  

What I really want to do is have a reading marathon.  We'll see how far I get on that.  And just once, could I sleep til 9 AM?  I consider that noon in my world.  I would feel that the day was already mostly over, and that would be my excuse to lay around in my sweats all day and do nothing. 

And I want to spend a day at home and never leave the house.  I call it my "don't spend any money" day.  I feel successful if I haven't spent a penny all day and make supper out of what I've got at home.  It's a small victory--usually followed by a day where I spend more money than I want!

So this is my lazy vacation week plan.  I'll go where the whims take me.  I predict they will take me to the couch.   

Vacation Day #2

So far the past few days I've watched the radar for upcoming storms, washed dishes, and read two books.  I've attended a Father's Day brunch, ate too much, and taken a few naps.  I've paid some bills and played Luxor 2 --I lost again.

I've gone outside, shouted "Yuck!  It's so humid!" so many times I've lost count, then gone back inside where the air is on and I'm much happier.

I've stared at my to-do list, and then set it back down.  I've made a few dinners for Bud and I, and watched another episode of True Blood.

I've taken my niece and nephew to the bookstore, and watched my nephew play the bongos for fun during a kid's event.  He refused to sing with the karaoke machine.  He can't sing when people are watching.  My niece, however, has no problem singing and belted out a few tunes.

He did, however, sing along to the Bee Gees in a women's clothing store and play air guitar.  I think it was the Cherry Pepsi he'd inhaled about an hour before.  It finally hit his system.  If only I had a video recorder!  I've got to figure out how to do more than answer my cell phone.  I know there are many hidden thingies  on it, I just have no clue how to use them.

Now I'm home again, sleepy from a mexican food lunch, and listening to a storm whip up outside.  Tomorrow is Tuesday.  I am making plans to actually accomplish something tomorrow.  I'm not sure what, though.

Running, perhaps?

After all, tomorrow is another day...