Parole mer Diciotto - The Belaire Edition aka Mama Needs a New Car

The Procrastination Knows No Bounds. Or Shame, Apparently.

That is all.

Ch-ch-changes (Or It's A Long And Winding Road)

Yeah...making a couple of changes to this here sadly neglected place. And if you know me at all, you know that is a classic sign of my Chronic Procrastination. Sure it's one of the things on my War And Peace length To Do List but let's be honest it ain't anywhere near to the top. So of course I wandered in and started futzing.

Maybe it's just me, but do you ever feel there is so much to say that you're exhausted just thinking about it? (Translation: There is so much I was going to say relating to the title that I'm now exhausted with the thinking part and have very little will to write left.) It sorta tangles up inside my head - a Twister game of thought, if you will, and collapses in a heap of arms and legs and slightly nonsensical metaphors.

So, the changes part... that would be the look of my Blahg. AND (try to control the hysterical laughter this might provoke) I have declared March the month of Spring Cleaning in the M. household.

I heard the giggling. No please. Go ahead. I'll wait.

Yup... giving myself 31 days to purge, organize and scrub this place until it becomes the haven it should be. So I can read and write and make with the art and not feel guilty because I'm living in a less glamorous version of Grey Gardens. (Um, yeah, that's a slight exaggeration on my part. As far as you know. ::cough::)

Alrighty. I guess that's it for now.
(Oh no, that was in no way an awkward ending. Nope. Not. At. All.)

**Ed. Note: dateline, next morning - changed it back for now. I changed one of my changes and now I can't change it back. And I'm annoyed. **

**Ed. Note, amended: Yeah... it's gonna get a little crazy around here today. This is really, really irritating me.**

XOXO!!