There’s a hitch in my giddy-up.

I need some vitameetaveggemin or something. Today I feel how one feels when one has used up her happy quota. It’s exhausting being in a good mood. I’m completely pooped. Worn out. Outta gas. It doesn’t mean I’m not smiling, however. Of course, it’s only because I’m in an exhausted stupor. You know, instead of an energetic stupor, if there is such a thing.

Part of it is caused by an ever growing list of computer/blog/design related things. I just can’t find the same amount of time I used to in order to get it done. I’ve been looking for a new theme, and am less than thrilled by nearly all of them. This one is great except for the comment glitch that Cooper graciously offered a fix for and I haven’t gotten around to fixing. How rude is that? Good thing I don’t do this for a living, right? Jeez. And part of it is because I’ve been up way late for a few nights and am seriously dragging. Too much sunshine and fresh air with no beauty rest can’t possibly be good for a house potato, can it?

But it is frustrating, because I truly enjoy it all, and my cup’s feeling a bit half empty over the whole thing. Plus, I’m seriously behind on my blog visits — another thing that makes me smile. S.L.A.C.K.E.R. I know. I’ll work on it.

And I’ve been messing around with that cat in my sidebar. It’s very addicting.

So here I am. Falling asleep at the keyboard, all the while knowing I’ve got to think about dinner, tune in to see how the primaries are going today, get revved up for American Noodle, and all I want to do is snooze. I’ll blame it on those jelly doughnuts I was writing about last night until 1am. *yawn*

But I’m not a napper. I don’t know how people do that. On rare occasions when I’ve fallen asleep early in the day, it just makes me cranky. You’re imagining how much crankier that is than normal, right? What. Ever.

Eight solid hours tonight will set me straight. In the meantime, the RTR sent me this in an email which is pretty hilarious since his computer is about six feet from this one. If you have cats, just take a look, because it is so true. The ripped underside of the mattress, the persistent “feed me” routine — whatever it is.





4 responses to “There’s a hitch in my giddy-up.”

  1. I’ve been waiting for Gina to ask me about the playful sidebar kitty for her blog – she mentioned it today after seeing it here but not sure if it was a request or not.

    I’m feeling rundown a bit today as well. I’ve been hard at work trying to finish up a site for a client the last few days so my sleep schedule is all mucked up. Now that we’re launched, it’s on to phase 2 and another project.

    Off to watch the funny video now…


  2. Hey Scott — Congrats on getting that job done. I certainly don’t have anything to complain about with respect to that. I can remember days I seriously dragged my keester because I was working. So my complaints are only for the drama.

    The kitty is so fun! It took two seconds to paste it in. WordPress has finally made the widget piece so easy (like their .com options). I used to have to go in and past the code in the sidebar, but now it just goes in a little box that I can move in or out. So easy. Did she hear it purr or meow? So cool. Who thinks of these things? Jeez.

  3. Ritzy

    Well, on the bright side of the day… it’s not snowing or below 10 degrees where you are! It is beyond freezing here in the Grand Midwest! Some days my Giddy-Up doesn’t want to Giddy either. Have a cup of tea, sit, close your eyes and enjoy 10 minutes of quiet. Everything you need to do isn’t gonna go anywhere.. it can wait for a while.
    And just think – tomorrow is Valentine’s Day! 🙂 A true reason to indluge in chocolate and wine and high calorie scrumtious dinner! What’cha cooking? 🙂

  4. Hey Ritzy — I totally get the being thankful about our weather. And it’s been so lovely. In fact, it’s raining right now which is also nice. I definitely can’t imagine being in the whole 10 degrees thing. Brrrrrr. Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too! I’m thinking Eggs Sardou is on the menu (except I’m not sure how to spell it.) Think of an omelet, or a souffle, except this is more like eggs with hollandaise. For some reason, I think it sounds romantic. But you know I never color inside the lines, right? Stay warm!

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