Yeah, I don't know what that title means, either. But I'm all set to see Feist tonight, woohoo!
OK, I'm not really "all set," as I'm thinking about all the stuff I have NOT accomplished today. In case my editor reads this, though, I won't divulge too much.
But as you'll see in my Tuesday column (please validate my existence and take a gander, por favor), I'm quite negligee in the resolution department -- at least when it comes to making them.
Not to spoil the column (yeah, because it would take SO MUCH to do that), here are some other mostly unspoken resolves I've yet to, well, resolve ...
1. Decluttering my apartment and bedroom -- or, as I usually describe it to friends and random folks, "the place my cat lives with a bed in the closet." My 10-year stretch of clothes-hoarding is quite unattractive in person, at least on the whole. I seriously need to throw some things away or, as I've advised y'all before, donate them. Do I really need a polyester disco shirt with a car's bumper on the front? I mean, really ...
2. Designate a place, perhaps an empty salsa jar, for spare change. This is embarrassing, but I woke up the other day with a quarter stuck to my backside. I didn't notice it 'til I stumbled to the bathroom, and it dropped somewhat loudly to the tile floor. Color me over-reactive, but I scream like a 5-year-old girl early in the morning. I tell y'all WAY too dang much ...
3. Address my fear of public-speaking. Most folks understand this, right? Mine's not so much the nervousness and consequential nausea, but the things that fall out of my mouth when I'm nervous. You know, that limelight-induced Tourette's I told y'all I suffer from. If anyone has a cure for that, holler. Not so loudly that it makes me scream, though.
OK, that's all I got for now, need to get ready for Feist, as well as avoid other things that need doin'.
Peace, love and quarters on the tile ... xoxo
