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Monday, December 8, 2008

I’m Not Taking My Calls Anymore

I’m pretty irritated with myself today. Here it is, Monday, already; and what in Sam Hill happened to my weekend?

Sure, I remember it. That’s not what I’m asking. I’m asking what happened to it? What was I thinking? Why didn’t I sleep in, why didn’t I take that 72-hour bubble bath I’ve been promising myself, why did I not turn down those last 11 Christmas cookies?

That’s it. I’ve got to have a talk with me.

You know, for the most part, I enjoy me. I mean, I work hard, I practice personal hygiene, and I’ve got all my own teeth. I like that in a person.

But this constant go-go-go? Exhausting! I mean, how long can one person continue to pull her own weight, continue to fulfill obligations, continue to keep her hair brushed and her glasses reasonably un-smudged?

Who do I gotta talk to around here to get me to slow down?!

So that’s it then. I’m going to avoid my calls for a while, see if that slows me down. I hate to freeze me out like that – I mean, I know enough about me to know why I am the way I am – but it’s the only way I’m going to get anything done.

I mean, get nothing done.

Oh, I am so not taking my calls anymore.


Braja said...

You should speak to me about getting nothing done. I'm the master of it. While I'm busy doing all the things I love I'm not getting a thing done I need to. What the hell, I'm a kept woman.

Patricia said...
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SassyTwoSocks said...

Yeah, let your voicemail pick up. Good idea. Maybe I'll try that, too.

The Grandpa said...

Just thought you'd like to know the word verification is "pityme." I tried to call to tell you, but something must be wrong with your phone. It just kep ringing and ringing. ;0)

Pearl said...

Hi, Braja.
Kept woman? See, I keep applying for that position but it's always too late! The position has been filled!

Hi, Sassy.
I think we should ALL slow the @#$@ down...

Hi, The Grandpa.
Nice. :-)


Kavi said...

72 Hour Bubble Bath !! Phew ! I guess you ought to banish the telephone for a life time for that !! :)

But hello...! This is recession time. Slow down !

Pearl said...

Hi, Kavi.
I may have slightly exaggerated the bath...

derfina said...

I feel ya!

Braja said...


Man, he must be somethin' else....

Pearl said...

Derfina, I suspect you do!

Braja, Oh, he THINKS he has my number. :-)

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Anonymous said...

I hope you get to enjoy that bubble bath. Ok, maybe not for 72 hours, but a nice lengthy one none-the-less.

Red Squirrel said...

I've done nothing all weekend. The trick is to lower your standards so less needs doing.

This is, admittedly, easier for a man to do.

Comedy Goddess said...

Don't answer the calls. Do blog.

Steve said...

Red Squirrel is right. My standards are so low I have to lift the carpet to find them. But boy am I chilled.

a mouthy irish woman? ridiculous! said...

seriously, go with the lowered standards. it works like a charm!

hey? how come your not answering my call?

Pearl said...

Hi, Tabby.
A 72-hour bubble bath might leave me a little wrinkled!

Hey, Red.
I need that embroidered on a pillow: Lower Your Expectations.

Hi, Comedy Goddess.
I could never quit writing. My head would explode. :-P

Hi, Steve.
:-) I like that! Maybe I just need to remove some things from my to-do list.
I wonder how long I can go without doing the laundry?


Anonymous said...

You might have to invest in one of those shock collars that are used to teach dogs not to bark. Just set it to zap you when you go to answer the phone. Otherwise, you could take yourself out to dinner, have a terrible time and stick yourself with the bill. That should piss you off enough not to take your calls for a day or two at least, unless you send flowers and chocolates and beg forgiveness...

Pearl said...

Hey, Mouthy Irish!
Actually, I've had a good time with lowered expectations! But that's another blog!

Hi, SweetCheeks!
THAT'S a GREAT idea! I'll take me out, I'll say I'm going to the bathroom and then I'll sneak out! I'll get stuck with the bill, and I HATE that!
HA! That'll teach me!!!


Tami said...

I'm sick of me, too. I like your idea. I'm going to stop taking my own calls as well.

Imitation is the highest form of flattery.

KMcJoseph said...

Let your cat take over the house duties for awhile.

Not The Rockefellers said...

Hear, hear!! When did my weekend go missing?

And why is it that Monday and Tuesday go so much sloooower than Saturday and Sunday?

Time to find the root cause of time suckage.

Starting with the phone, laundry and petty little conflict resolutions between my husband and daughter!

Peace - Rene

word verf - unize

well you are aren't you?

O hai,
U nize!!
I can haz u blue bukket?

Pearl said...

Hi, Tami!
I like it. You ignore you, I'll ignore me, and we'll see if things get any less hectic!

Hi, KMcJ.
Not sure if Liza Bean has time. There's the continual grooming, you see, not to mention the sleeping 20 out of every 24 hours...

Hi, Rene.
It IS the little things that suck the time out of the day, isn't it? I think that's why most of the time you can't really put your finger on where the time went...

Very nize with the Word Verification. :-)


Cassoulet Cafe said...

You had me at 72 hour bubble bath! :)