Unbagging the Cats 1

Unbagging the Cats 1

Saturday, July 30, 2011

The Long and Winding Mode

I think I need some help with my organizational skills. I save things where I'm sure I will find them. And then I can't find them. I'm the old lady version of Vern, digging under the porch for my jar of pennies. You don't know whether to laugh or cry. Well, you're probably laughing.

At this very moment, I have fourteen windows open along the bottom of my computer screen. And another five at the top. I'd like to think of myself as a world-class multi-tasker. But I fear I'm just an "Ooh, shiny!" kind of distractible nincompoop. Funny how Blogger does not like "distractible", yet is perfectly content with "nincompoop". Do I digress?

Let's see...I was discussing my open windows. Of course I need my Zune, because music distracts me from the tedium of blogging about my distractibility. Funny how Blogger doesn't like "distractibility", either. And it's definitely important to refresh my Big Brother Updates screen every two minutes. Because I might miss some scheming. Funny how people on Big Brother and Survivor always have a hissy fit about somebody lying to them, when that is clearly a part of playing the game to win.

Of course I need my email open in case I get some spam. I once worked at an insurance salvage store, and the owner said he was raised on a farm, and one of the biggest delights for him was when his dad brought home some SPAM. Because he was tired of eating farm-raised chicken and beef and pork, so that SPAM was a real treat. Did you know that there's a version of SPAM called Treet? Did you know that SPAM stands for Shoulder of Pork and hAM? And that it's a real treat in Hawaii? I don't know if Treet is a treat anywhere in particular. It seems to be a rip-off of SPAM.

Where was I? I have to have my Documents open, and my flash drive, and a catch-all file that I put my most recent ideas in, and six files of things I'm working on towards the Chicken Soup submissions, because when an idea hits me, I can't be bothered to find the file. And I need an archive type file from my other blog, and the most recent edition of my other blog, and Google as a resource for things like whether Frontline the pet pesticide stuff is one word or two, and

I think I'm going to call it a night.


Linda O'Connell said...

Wow! I thought I was the only one with such scattered 'abilities'.

Tammy said...

Yep, me too. Sometimes I wonder if it's possible to get A.D.D. as you age. Without the hyperactivity part of course. Some say yes and some say no. That too has a high distractibility quotient. Yep, you're right about that word. Wait, what?

Val Thevictorian said...

You are so clever at skirting the Google black sheep 'distractibility' issue. Glad you're back. I hope your trip was refreshing.

I feel like we are perpetually giving a mouse a cookie.

labbie1 said...

I thought I was the only one! I am "watching" American Restorations, Playing Be a Pawnstar (on two computers--because one pawnshop is just not enough!), blogging and listening to 3 pugs and a mastiff/newfoundland snore (the pugs being the loudest of course!) and dreaming of gas station chicken which is no longer available to me! :(

Val Thevictorian said...

Dang, woman! I don't know how you can you even go on with no hope of gas station chicken.