I have years and years of documents, projects, photos, and music stored on my two external hard drives.
I probably haven’t opened 75% of these files in the past two years.
Nowadays, when I have a few minutes to an hour to sit at my home PC and do some “work” — post-processing photos, mostly, either for uploading to Flickr and the blog or to print for my photo album — sometimes I find that I can’t find what I’m looking for.
All I wanted to do was to print a couple of collages I’d put together a few months back. (I’m printing multiple photos on one page, as an experiment, laid out like you’d see on Flickr with the photos resized so they fit nicely in even rows.)
I couldn’t find my damn Photoshop files.
Had I saved them in their own Project folder? Did I put them on the Desktop, since I knew I’d be accessing them soon? How about just in the folder with the other photos from the fair?
I finally did find them, and got them uploaded to print. In the process, I discovered how hopelessly behind I am in printing individual photos for the family photo album.
I need a new process. We live in this highly mobile era where I can (and sometimes do) order prints straight from my iPhone, yet I also want to print film photos and photos from my Nikon, and keep them all in chronological order in the photo album (mostly).
I can’t make myself prioritize clearing digital clutter over clearing physical clutter, though. I’m bad with both, honestly, and it comes from not putting things in their place as soon as possible — or not having a place designated for the thing, and just putting it somewhere for now.
All I know is that clutter is frustrating, whether it be physical or digital, and it keeps me from being efficient at whatever I’m trying to accomplish. I’m seriously going to just have to carve out some time to deal with the clutter.
All of it.
Our favorite supermarket stopped carrying Philadelphia Fat Free Cream Cheese a couple weeks ago. It’s such a staple in our fridge that we looked at a different store for it this past week, to no avail — Aaron had to buy that store’s brand of fat-free cream cheese, instead.
It got me to thinking about the things we always keep in our fridge. I think this probably went around as some sort of meme years ago, but now I present to you, just for shits and giggles and in no particular order, twelve things we always have in our fridge (at least, right after grocery shopping). (more…)
In the I’ve Got This column: posting daily to my blog (only missed once), posting weekly photos to said blog, trying new recipes, and going easy on the clothes shopping.
In the Needs Work column: sticking to a budget, and shopping Amazon with mostly reward points.
I’m pretty sure I’m the only person who really cares about the deets on these, but if you’re interested, read on. (more…)
Seen downtown earlier this week. Seems some of the contractors were having a little fun with the grouping of statues next to their site.
As seen on Saturday at the Antique Mall.
Really, it wasn’t all bad. I actually had some pretty good saves that balanced everything out.
Bad news: I forgot to make my overnight oats for breakfast. Good news: We still had instant steel cut oats in the pantry.
On the plus side, I finally remembered to bring Connor an extra pair of underwear to school (backup clothes are important, especially those). On the down side, I accidentally left my key card for his school and my badge for work clipped to the blazer I wore on Friday. After I dropped off Connor (thanks to the nice mom who let us in), I swung back by home to get my badge. (It wasn’t really out of my way at all — Pre-K is only a couple minutes from our house.)
Can’t believe I forgot to bring more K-Cups to work for my Keurig! At least I still had a bag of non-skunky coffee in my desk drawer and filters for my pour-over. #firstworldproblem
Ouch: The annoying crick in my neck from late last week that became an annoying tension all down my left arm was even worse when I had to sit at my desk and work. Yay: I called my chiropractor right when they opened, and they were able to get me in for an 11:15am appointment.
Bummer: The chiropractor told me I should go easy on the workouts this week until my neck becomes less inflamed. That means I have to give up my spot in Thursday’s Cardio Drumming class. Bonus: Not only does someone on the waitlist get to try this super-fun class, but now I get to go out for a camera walk on a beautiful spring day.
I totally forgot to take my Mucinex this morning, so my cold ran rampant: coughing, sneezing, and snotting. At least I had plenty of cough drops on hand! I also drank tea like it was going out of style, and guzzled water to flush all the “toxins” (I hate that word) out of my muscles after getting adjusted and electro-stimmed and lasered this morning. After I ran out of tissues at my desk, I had to resort to napkins; we’re well-stocked at home, though, so I’ll be good to go for tomorrow.
I’m counting it a giant win that the evening (i.e. the parenting portion of the program) didn’t seem affected by the Mondayness of today. Things were pretty typical, and that’s a good thing. Actually, maybe things were better than typical, since there were no shouting matches and I didn’t succumb to an after-bedtime fourth meal.
I feel like I dominated Monday as well as I could… but I’m not going to taunt the rest of the week by telling it to Bring It On. Really, please don’t. I’m good.
We’ve been married for almost 14 years now — together for almost 21 years in total — so our V-Day plan is pretty established by now. Either I’ll get up on some morning near Valentine’s Day and find a bouquet on the kitchen table, or I’ll get a call from the front desk at my work to pick up the flowers that Aaron had delivered.
I look forward to this every year. We don’t go out for a romantic dinner — our schedules don’t really allow for it, plus we already do a monthly date night, and everything is CRAZY on Valentine’s Day — but I always can count on getting flowers from my Honey-Muffin.
XOXO, Honey. Happy Valentine’s Day.
On a whim, I created an account on Goodreads today.
(I’m not sure why it thinks I live in Delaware, but I haven’t corrected it yet.)
Goodreads seems like my kind of thing, as far as tracking what books I’ve read. I’ve been tracking my sparse reading habits elsewhere for the past couple of years; perhaps I’ll enter what data I have, just for grins.
I certainly have enough books that I haven’t read here at home, and in my Audible library — but if my To Be Read pile ever magically dwindles, Goodreads also looks like it’s ripe with recommendations.
Maybe just the act of recording what books I’m reading will spur me to read more. What gets measured gets done, as someone once said. Plus, I don’t want to embarrass myself by ONLY reading six books this year (even though I set that as my goal). I’m supposed to be this huge lover of reading… but I didn’t finish a single book in the second half of 2016.
My son told me the other day that “reading is boring.” Be still, my heart! My own son? Maybe if he sees his Mom reading more often instead of playing on her phone, he might get the idea that reading for leisure is a thing people do.
Plus, you know, a trip to the library every now and then never hurt anyone… even those of us with more books than can fit in our shelves.
Some of my resolutions and goals I did publicize on the blog, while others were ones I listed in my bullet journal. They’re all totally doable — none of these are unreasonable, and not all of them are ones I need to think about every day.
- Post daily to blog
- Cook 50 new-to-me recipes
- Offload two items of clothing for each one I purchase
- Create a budget and stick to it
- Shop Amazon mostly using gift cards earned through my credit card
- Only shop ThredUp with trade-in credits
- If it can be mended, don’t buy a new one
- Return of Photo Thursday – post a photo to the blog weekly
So, how am I doing? In the style of Wil Wheaton’s Life Reboot, I’ll give myself letter grades for each point. (more…)
For the first time in a few years, my husband is required to work Sundays during the Christmas season (a.k.a. peak season at his work). My son is upstairs with his Kindle Fire, having some Quiet Time, and I’m sitting on the couch, having just finished today’s (and yesterday’s) #fiveminutefreewrite topics.
I feel like I want to keep writing, but not about any of the backlogged blog topics I have on my list. (And I have dozens.)
I’m reminded of the days before I had a child, when I had hours upon hours of “me” time, and I would choose to use it by writing. (Or playing Civilization for a few hours on end.)
There’s plenty of other things I could be doing right now (my fingers just tried to type “write now”), like replacing the few burnt-out bulbs on the string of vintage Christmas lights, or making a batch of Christmas cookies to freeze for later, or finishing the laundry, or balancing my checkbook… but sitting here on the couch writing about nothing in the silent overcast wintry afternoon dimness is appealing.
It’s so quiet in here.
I should really get that laundry folded.