My mind comes and goes

I am a responsible adult.  I work hard and I care about doing a good job.  I need to stay current in my field, so I am attending a professional conference.  The speakers are very knowledgeable and interesting.  I focus intensely on their speech – then moments later I find my mind has wondered off!  This is the typical conversation between WORK ME and my NAUGHTY mind:

WORK:  “Naughty mind.   Get back here and focus.’

NAUGHTY: “OK – I am focused on the speaker.  He has brown hair.  He looks like a horse trainer I saw last week.  I wonder if my horse….”

WORK:  “Stop that!! Get back here and listen.  This is important.”

NAUGHTY:  “Oh, Yes.  OK.  It is important.  Hey, did I finish that assessment due tomorrow.  That is important.  I need….”

WORK:  “Now cut that out!  This is crazy.  You are a dedicated professional.   Discipline!!  Be disciplined and listen!!”

NAUGHTY:  “Alright already!!  I am listening.  Chill!  Oh look, there is a picture of a kitty in the presentation….”

WORK:  “I give up!  Where is the coffee?”  

I don’t think I want to talk to mind anymore today.

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Bathroom Organization

Bit of an odd topic for me – maybe the title should be “another bad idea”.

Let me explain, I am not a neat freak, my house is clean-ish.  I try, truly I do.  But farm chores come first.  Of course, I vacuum and mop daily – I have a German Shepherd.  Dishes and counter tops get the daily scrubbing – dust and clutter, I can overlook.

So I came up with a genius idea.  I will put all my daily bathroom toiletries in this little basket.  Everything will be nice and tidy versus sprawled all over the counter.  Then, I simply pickup the basket to wipe down the vanity.  Problem, when the age spot fade cream tube is the same color as the toothpaste tube – AAAAAHHH – I threw away my toothbrush and my breath is NOT minty fresh.  Maybe the fade cream will remove coffee stains from my chompers??

OK, maybe I need to rethink my storage.  But, this is not my worst idea – not by a long shot.  There was the time I didn’t want to take time to go to the hair salon so I decided I could cut my own hair – how hard could it be??  That was my hat phase.  Oh, then there was the time I super glued my bare foot to the floor – I may never live that one down.

I need more coffee.