There are only 100 days left until Christmas. Less if you're on the other side of the world.
Don't believe me? Check out the Christmas Countdown Clock.
Cause you know, we all need more stress in our lives - countdown clocks really ratchet up that old spazz level. You can sit there and watch it tick down. Freaky.
In twelve hours from this writing, there will be only 99 days left . . . double digits! Omg.
Pause for freakout.
I am unprepared.
Extremely unprepared.
For a lot of things actually . . . not just the 100 days until Christmas (lists? sewing? what?)
Slightly less than a month and half after that lovely little Christmas Countdown Clock hits zero and resets to 355 (actually my favorite part) I will be releasing my first novel into the wild.
Pause for slightly larger freakout.
Maybe I should create a countdown for that . . . just to see how high my blood pressure can get as I watch it tick down. It would be like a medical experiment!
There are also less than 7 weeks to the start of November, which means NaNoWriMo!
Planning, outlining, deciding how the darn thing ends?
Sure. Whatevs.
Not pausing for a freakout here because I am in d-e-n-i-a-l.
It's September. I now live in Montana. It could snow any day. Fall is like the blink of an eye here, at least that is what they tell me.
Pause for huge, out of control, I-have-no-winter-clothes-and-wear-flip-flops-everyday freakout.
But enough about me . . . and the celebration of the Christ Child's birth . . .
The biggest, most important countdown clock is this:
There are only 13 regular games left in my team's regular baseball season!
Thirteen.
Mind blown.
Whatever am I going to do with myself after the season is over?
Maybe, you know, finish editing that novel, sew those Christmas presents, buy some real shoes, or curl up in a ball and cry until spring training.
It's really a toss up.
Meanwhile, we are 3 back in the division race and starting to make some noise in the very intriguing wild card race . . . so GO ANGELS!
The rest of it can wait.
At least for another 13 games or so.
(gratuitous cute kid picture with Angels tie in. Um, yes, he's restrained with a jump rope, he seems ok with it, my kids are weird.)
Don't believe me? Check out the Christmas Countdown Clock.
Cause you know, we all need more stress in our lives - countdown clocks really ratchet up that old spazz level. You can sit there and watch it tick down. Freaky.
In twelve hours from this writing, there will be only 99 days left . . . double digits! Omg.
Pause for freakout.
I am unprepared.
Extremely unprepared.
For a lot of things actually . . . not just the 100 days until Christmas (lists? sewing? what?)
Slightly less than a month and half after that lovely little Christmas Countdown Clock hits zero and resets to 355 (actually my favorite part) I will be releasing my first novel into the wild.
Pause for slightly larger freakout.
Maybe I should create a countdown for that . . . just to see how high my blood pressure can get as I watch it tick down. It would be like a medical experiment!
There are also less than 7 weeks to the start of November, which means NaNoWriMo!
Planning, outlining, deciding how the darn thing ends?
Sure. Whatevs.
Not pausing for a freakout here because I am in d-e-n-i-a-l.
It's September. I now live in Montana. It could snow any day. Fall is like the blink of an eye here, at least that is what they tell me.
Pause for huge, out of control, I-have-no-winter-clothes-and-wear-flip-flops-everyday freakout.
But enough about me . . . and the celebration of the Christ Child's birth . . .
The biggest, most important countdown clock is this:
There are only 13 regular games left in my team's regular baseball season!
Thirteen.
Mind blown.
Whatever am I going to do with myself after the season is over?
Maybe, you know, finish editing that novel, sew those Christmas presents, buy some real shoes, or curl up in a ball and cry until spring training.
It's really a toss up.
Meanwhile, we are 3 back in the division race and starting to make some noise in the very intriguing wild card race . . . so GO ANGELS!
The rest of it can wait.
At least for another 13 games or so.
(gratuitous cute kid picture with Angels tie in. Um, yes, he's restrained with a jump rope, he seems ok with it, my kids are weird.)
OMG! (about everything except the baseball LOL)
ReplyDeleteYou know you just inspired another blog post, and will be linked to, right? Just letting you know ahead of time. ;)
ReplyDeleteTori - total omg ;)
ReplyDeleteNancy - Yay me :D I rock!
Thanks for raising my blood pressure about 20 points; I was worried it might be getting a little low. As for the Angels hopes, don't they depend on the Mariners beating up on the Rangers in several upcomming games? If so, I don't think I like your chances. :(
ReplyDeleteI'm not even thinking about Christmas! (I should be!)
ReplyDeleteBaseball, I am not into.
The rest I can't even imagine!
Cute kids though! :)