Saturday, January 18, 2014

Does Your Housework Rule You Or Do You Rule Your Housework?

photo by tlpoague
Have you ever had one of those weeks where no matter how hard you tried to reach a goal, it just does not happen? That was my week this last week. Every time I sat down at my computer to write...something would come up. Even now, with headphones on and music in my ear, I am being interrupted with random questions.
My week started out with a simple task. One that should not have required nearly seven days...and complete. I was going to tackle my craft/writing room once and for all. Purging the things I knew I didn't need anymore and attempting to organize the rest without using the Redneck method. I decided that the simplest way to get started was to clear the floor of all the boxes that had accumulated there. (Ack, I wished I would have thought to take before and after pictures.) Moving and organizing boxes were easy till Mr. P came downstairs needing me. Suddenly I realized that I had boxed myself into the room. It took some balance and gritting a few teeth before I could extract myself to see what was so important. I never did get back down there to finish that night.
Day two began with an early morning phone call. My 5:45 am! She had called to see if I wanted to join her for coffee. "Coffee? Where? At...what time is it again? You are where again?" Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, my brain finally registered that my mother had drove across four states to come for a surprise visit. What a surprise that was! Cleaning on day two was out, along with the writing I had planned.
Day three and four were spent supporting my family as my middle sister faced additional grief to go with the loss of her husband nearly a year ago.
Day five was looking pretty promising. A little coffee, some eggs, and a plan found me heading down the stairs on a mission. It lasted less than 20 minutes when I was summoned back up the stairs. At this rate I knew I wouldn't be getting back to my writing as soon as I had planned, but at least I would be spending the day with my grandson.
Day six found me still snuggling under my mountain of comfortable blankets as a fierce wind beat upon the house. A cool, whistling, breeze found its way through cracks and crevices. Listing to the howl, feeling the cold, I was now dreading my mission downstairs. How could a simple chore become a daunting task? Groaning, I rolled over. Images of multiple stacks of books and a blinking icon on a white computer screen interrupted my slumber. It was going to take a lot of coffee to coax me from my cocoon but finally I gave it up. Again I didn't get far down the stairs before I was summoned. Good grief!
Day seven. I have put my foot down. No interruptions till I have finished my task at hand. I have sorted more books than I care to count, placing them in the appropriate boxes to be passed along to friends and family. Those I plan on reading have been placed on shelves. Empty boxes and totes surround me. My crafts are still cluttering up places but tomorrow is another day. I finally can sit and write. It may be a boring post, but at least I can say, "I finally posted one!"
Let's see what chaos next week brings. Maybe I can add it to my "Little Box of Craziness".

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Starting Something New

Photo by tlpoague 2014
I'll admit. I'm slow. This is my first post and I may blow it. I have no clue what I am doing. I started this blog years ago to help my mother when she wanted to get into writing. Then I kind of forgot about it for a bit. This year I wanted to pick up the pen again and try something new. Here I sit. Racking my brain. Feeling like I am taking a pop quiz.
Bored, I take a break to meander over to a different website. I browse a list of questions they ask you to fill out. 
Social site: What are your favorite interests?
Me: Too many to list. 
Social site: What is your favorite music?
Me: Anything that doesn't make my head pound and ears bleed.
Social site: What is your favorite food?
Me: Haha, funny you should ask. Have you seen a picture of me lately? (I feel like I am in grade school again.)
Social site: Religious preference?
Me: I wouldn't say that I have a religious preference. Many different religions interest me. But...I will say that I believe that Jesus is my Lord and Savior. (What do these questions have to do with anything? If you give all the information away, what is left to talk about?)
Back to the subject at hand. I write because I want to share creativity in its rawest form...from the pools of my imagination.  For those that are not familiar with the name tlpoague let me introduce myself. I am a writer on HubPages. I have a wide variety of interests that I enjoy writing about. I have a warped sense of humor that I inherited from my family of Rednecks/Hillbillies. (If I lost ya, bare with me, I plan to move some of my writings here as I get time...and figure it out.) If asked or inspired, I will share my views as a Christian but do not expect others to believe the same as I do. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, caregiver, and love anything that has to do with homesteading...gardening, baking, crafting, reading, writing...are you bored yet?
For those fans and followers from HP...thanks! I have missed being around and hope I get a chance to write as much as I have planned whether it is at HP or here.
I am not sure what direction to take this blog other than transferring my dead or dying hubs here to give them new life. (If it wasn't for so many reader's responses I may have killed some of them off permanently.)
Before I go I will leave you a picture of my grandson and his beloved best friend. 

(For those that want to read my writing on HubPages, click here.)