Setting goals.

You know, when I first left home for college in Indiana, there were glaringly, OBVIOUS cultural differences--for instance, no mainland-raised college student wore clothing purchased at the Disney Store.  I figured most of this out quickly, and except for the rare moments when someone got a hold of my yearbook and peed their pants while gawking at the number of coordinated outfits sported by my senior class, these differences became less pronounced over time, or easily ignored.  


Which is probably why it never seemed odd to me that "unicorn man" was trying to befriend me on facebook.  Yep, that's Hawaii for you.  This kind of sh#! can fly, just like airbrushed apparel and the popularity of Atlantic Starr in 2012.  Except that last week, I saw this picture pop up somewhere!  And it was the first time it had occurred to me that the person befriending me on facebook, is not ACTUALLY the person pictured.   I come from a world where THIS can exist as reality, friends.

Sorry, this is just kind of a random post.  About nothing, apparently.  I mean, I don't know if it's this beautiful spring weather, or pollen, or post-partum depression, or my binge eating habits, or a thyroid malfunction--but I'm just sort of dragging these days.  I think that being without a housing crisis has left me...bored.  


You know what my problem is?  I just need some goals.  And some speed.  But mostly, some goals. 


Starting with getting off my ass and throwing away those two big gulp cups + the wad of dirty kleenex sitting on my coffee table.  That would be a *respectable* start.

I need to stop eating this cake.  Which isn't really a cake, it's a pan of sugar cookie bars that never got cut into bars, because it's less work if I just push my way through it with a fork.  Clearly, the plan for this goal must be to eat all of the cake today, and thus, eliminate the problem entirely.  {Check.}


I need to buy toilet paper.  We are down to .75 rolls for six people and two bathrooms.  And my parents arrive in two days, which will put us in a real pickle, if I don't motivate myself to get to Sams.


Speaking of my parents, I need to *create* a guest bedroom.  And by that, I mean that Mike has to donate all of his high school clothing to Goodwill--because at the moment, he has the biggest walk-in closet I have ever seen.


For goodness sake, the TOOTHPASTE.  Kids are a freaking disaster with that stuff.


Oh, and there's the pineapple I need to cut, that is starting to mold on the bottom.  That's bad, right?


How about I cook something for dinner that doesn't include sliced bread as an ingredient?  


Last thing.  I'm working on getting over the paralysis that occurs when packing away my summer clothes/ simultaneously thinking about the fact that we'll be in Colorado this summer and in need to long-sleeved items.  Biggest fear:  Not having something that I NEED (like the unfortunate Netflix glitch that resulted in us purchasing the first season of Friday Night Lights), even though it's in the cedar closet on the third floor.  I like to have all options, draped across every piece of furniture in my bedroom, all of the time.  So deal.


Goals.  Sometimes it's book writing, and sometimes...it's aiming not to embarrass myself.