So much to do ... so little motivation

Somewhere inside of me I have a crafty homemaker that struggles to get out. Periodically I have this great desire to do something crafty. I want to paint, I want to sew, I want to scrap book, I want to make jewelry, I want to do woodwork, I want to draw, I want to crochet, I want to make beautiful things... but I have this overwhelming feeling that there just aren't enough hours in the day and that time and life and expectations are too pressing on me and I just start to feel like I can't accomplish anything. So nothing gets done.

I'm sure a lot of it has to do with my need for sleep. I'm just lazy I suppose, or perhaps depression and being over weight have something to do with it too. there is also the rationalization that "we don't have kids so we can do whatever we want with our time." But that's really just an excuse to be more lazy. Lets take a look at my daily schedule so you can get an idea of what I do every day:

My days start when my alarm goes off at 5:00 am... I don't usually get out of bed until 5:30.  I go to work for 8 hours a day. I have a 1 hour commute each way to and from work. I get home around 4:00 - 4:30. Check the mail, shovel the walk (if needed,) clean various things, maybe lay down for a little bit. I make dinner, we usually eat between 5:30-6:00. After dinner I'm usually tired.

Then what? I usually retire to the bedroom to watch a movie or TV, or the TV room to use the laptop. Then by 8:00 - 8:30 I'm done with my day and I decide it's time for bed. so I go to bed; sometimes I fall asleep at 8:30, but other times I stay awake (and in bed) until 10:00 pm when I finally fall asleep. I'll not even get into how we spend our weekends. Lets just say they are less then productive.

I need to make my time between 4:30 and 10:00 more productive. I need to learn to budget my time so that things can be accomplished and I can feel like I have fulfilled my time with something.

I have decided that I need to make a chart for myself. It needs to be blocked out in time frames: From this to this I will clean this. From this to this I will work on this. from this to this I will do this. It needs to be separated into days of the week. I need specific days to clean specific rooms of the house, or to work on specific projects. I need to be scheduled out completely so that I always know what I should be doing. Maybe this way I'll be able to be productive until a reasonable bed time for a 32 year old adult. 

 

Does any one else have this type of problem, or is it just me? 

Do you have a life schedule?

Does anyone want to share their life schedule with me?

 

** Here are some of the craft projects I am working on that I'd like to finish at some point this year:

 

Crocheting -

1 - I'd like to make all 16 items in my "I Taught Myself To Crochet" book. Two down 14 more to go.

2 - Make a blanket for the babies I know this year. So far it's just baby-boy-razee, but it's still only January.

 

Sewing -

1 - Work on my Halloween Quilt. I'd like to say finish it, but that's wishful thinking. I'd at least like to finish getting the squares cut out.

2 - Storage Bags. I have several small Items that need homes. Draw-string storage bags seem like they'd be a good solution. I'll need at least 3.

 

Scrap Booking and the like -

1 - Big Bad Jesus Book for my sister and adorable niece. I need more pictures of the Life of Christ.

2 - Scan Negatives into computer to preserve my photographs digitally.

 

What kind of craft projects are you working on this year?

Today's Poem

How Do I Love Thee? - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old grief's, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Today's Quote

 "If you can look at absolutely anything without at least a desire to weep, then you’ve lost part of your humanity." - Robert Jordan

"You just couldn't let me go could you? This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You truly are incorruptible aren't you? You won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness, and I won't kill you, because you're just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever." - The Joker [to Batman]

today's quote

"To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time." - Elie Wiesel

Quote for the day ...

"Your randomness makes my OCD hurt." - Myself

quote this

"I have walked myself into my best thoughts and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it...but by sitting still, and the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill."

 

- 19th Century philosopher and writer Søren Kierkegaard

Quote ...

Holiness is right action and courage on behalf of those who cannot defend themselves and goodness. What God desires is here and here and by what you decide to do every day. You will be a good man. Or not.

Hospitaller
Kingdom of Heaven

Todays Thought

1 Nephi 16:2

And it came to pass that I said unto them that I knew that I had spoken hard things against the wicked, according to the truth; and the righteous have I justified, and testified that they should be lifted up at the last day; wherefore, the guilty taketh the truth to be hard, for it cutteth them to the very center.

Movie Quote for the day:

As a special salute to the Special Edition release of So I Married An Axe Murderer -

 

 

Stuart: Well, it's a well known fact, Sonny Jim, that there's a secret society of the five wealthiest people in the world, known as The Pentavirate, who run everything in the world, including the newspapers, and meet tri-annually at a secret country mansion in Colorado, known as The Meadows.
Tony: So who's in this Pentavirate?
Stuart: The Queen, The Vatican, The Gettys, The Rothschilds, *and* Colonel Sanders before he went tits up. Oh, I hated the Colonel with is wee *beady* eyes, and that smug look on his face. "Oh, you're gonna buy my chicken! Ohhhhh!"
Charlie: Dad, how can you hate "The Colonel"?
Stuart: Because he puts an addictive chemical in his chicken that makes ya crave it fortnightly, smartass!

Today's Quote

"Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is, there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived."  - William Parrish "Meet Joe Black

Hasbro 1986

Phrases You Hardly Ever Hear A Talking Bear Say Anymore ....

CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION

DO YOU LIVE HERE

ARE YOU FAMOUS

YOUR SO SMART

DO YOU LOVE ME

WHY DON'T YOU HAVE PAWS LIKE ME

OH YEAH WHAT ELSE

HUG PLEASE

HURRAY

WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN THE FOREST

THAT'S NOT WHAT THE BEARS SAY

ARE YOUR KNEES MADE OF CHEESE

Lies I've told my 3 year old recently
by Raul Gutierrez

Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there.

It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

 

- William Shakespeare

Today's Quote

“What strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over such a little thing“ LOTR

 

 

Silly things people say to their kids

I think this will be a ongoing addition to my blog since it happens so often :)

 

True Story -

 

"If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding! How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?!"

 

Many of you may know this statement from Pink Floyd's "The Wall" it's an absurd saying and is not often a line quoted for fun. However, a few months ago these words were directed at a 6 year old when she wanted her pudding instead of eating whatever meat they were having for their meal that day. This mother of course for this mother being of the "older" age group who had listened to Pink Floyd as a younger person had this line already in the back of her mind which spouted forth at the appropriate moment. Thanks for the laugh Jenny!

Poetry in motion

I have recently discovered my portfolio with all of my poetry and some from other people, and I love it. I love the dark twisted person that comes from behind the words and screams for someone to notice them. Was that really me? Is that me still? who knows. All I know is that my darkness makes me smile and I laugh at what I thought was pain as a teenage girl. how little I knew of what life had in tore for me later.... This particular poem caught my attention today as I was looking for something to post. I wrote it on my birthday in 1996 during creative writing class and I again wonder what my teacher thought of me and my mental state. I guess I was positive enough to the outside world that it may have appeared I was a normal person.

Without further ado here is my birthday poem in all it's glory:

Happy Birthday

elizabeth pears 1996

The sin of the eye

Compared to the hand

Blinking

Beating

Fluttering in the snow

I see.

I see you,

Laughing

Cold

Empty

Laughs –

I see.

I see the chupacabra

Sucking blood

Sucking goats -

Goats blood

Blood sucking Vampire -

Ripping the veins

Death

Dying

Dead

Cold

Frozen

Unthaw.

Like children

Playing

In a dark

December river

Flowing

And not moving

Like tears in unfeeling eyes

~*~

Poems By Liz

ONE TRUE FRIEND
Elizabeth Pears 1999

I see his eyes smiling at me
from a picture on the wall
Seeming to know me…
To know it all
The mistakes I have made
sometimes make him frown
But I know his arms will comfort me
When it seems no one else is around.
My cares seem less pressing
My life seems less hard.
His voice I’ve never heard
But I already know the sound
Lovingly guiding me
And showing me the way.
My Savior,
My Hero,
My Friend.

Inspiration for the day

"Each of us will have our own Fridays--those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays. But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death--Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come. No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or in the next, Sunday will come. I testify to you that the Resurrection is not a fable. We have the personal testimonies of those who saw Him. Thousands in the Old and New Worlds witnessed the risen Savior. They felt the wounds in His hands, feet, and side. They shed tears of unrestrained joy as they embraced Him."
(Joseph B. Wirthlin, "Sunday Will Come," Ensign, Nov. 2006, 30)

a story I wrote in 1999

Once upon a time an old friend of mine met me in the grocery store and related to me this little story.... A friend of ours... we'll call him Bob.... was out walking one day when he was suddenly stopped by a bright beam of light appearing in the sky above him and was frozen into place as he watched as what seemed like hundreds of bodies fell from with in the beam and landed in a bloody sprawling mass in front of him. And as you can probably guess he was paralyzed with fear so his attempts to run were futile...... The light seemed to get brighter for a moment and from within it came a figure of a exceeding tall man, or something in the shape of a man, and with a voice that came clearly in to his subconscious mind he was warned...... "We're coming for you... ALL OF YOU.... The Echo People WILL rule again!!" and then it all suddenly disappeared as quickly as it had come... bodies and all. All that was left of the encounter was a huge puddle of blood and the sound of Mephistophelean laughter ringing through his head that won't go away. The poor man has been taken away to a sanitarium over this... What do you think that means? The echo people will rule again?

Strange......