Good Monday Morning... Or Afternoon... or Whatever It Is.

Good Monday Morning... or Afternoon.

I'm not sure what it is, especially with this time change. I am all throwed off.  I was up and down all night. I couldn't sleep right for nothing in the world. 

I haven't been able to find time to blog like I like with this new job change. I seem to be running a bit hard at work, and when I go home, I pretty much crash. I just be so exhausted. That makes it a bit difficult to do housework, which is really irking me. I did a lot of decluttering this weekend, and I am all tuckered out from that. I really needed today off. I may have a visitor next weekend so I have had to come up with a plan to get a few things done this week if I can muster the energy. Let's just say my sister Kentucky had to give me a real good pep talk. I think I am up and ready to go on and come up with some type of plan to tidy up the way I like when someone comes through. The operative word is think.

This is a borderline high class problem. I say borderline because I am not living off in a makeshift tent in the desert in a tent city somewhere. THAT would be something to be concerned over. Decluttering means that I have too much crap laying around. At the same time, I have GOT to deal with my insecurities when it comes to having people over. I tend to live like a squatter. I have to spruce things up when people come through. I GOT to get past that. Lord have mercy.

That is one of my idiosyncracies. It comes with being such a loner. And it takes me all of maybe 2 hours to clean my house from top to bottom, so I just don't know what I'm moaning about.

This will all go in the category of ...middle class problems. 

Borderline bull... but still an issha.

And I will work it out the best way I can.

New Dog. There's a new puppy in town! His name is Diesel!

No... it's not my puppy. Heavens no. I like dogs, but doggonit, cats work out better for me. I can just leave Callie and Mitch for days with no problem. While I was gone to Philly for a conference a couple of weeks, I put down a mixing bowl of food and water and 2 big boxes of kitty litter and that was that. Kentucky stopped by a couple of times to check on them and that was it. With a dog, you have to let that sucker outside twice a day. Uh, no. Dogs are much friendlier, though. Cats have an attitude. Definitely that Sister Callie. I don't know what her mood is from moment to moment.

No, Diesel is my former cubicle mate The Cowgirl Cre's puppy. 

But doesn't Mr. Diesel looks suspiciously like another animal?

He looks like my cat Mitchell Lamar! Even down to the white-tipped tail.

So, I didn't know that tuxedo dogs existed.

Why you trying to be like me, Cowgirl Cre? Get your own brand of dog. Don't copy! LOL.

And you know me and how nerdy and scientific I am. There's actually a gene that causes the tuxedo effect in animals. It's called the white spotted gene. I actually read up on it. But I will spare you the boring details of it. I'm just nosey and nerdy like that.

Song of the Week. I like old Wale these days, and here is something from his Folarin mixtape.  "Change Up"



So uh... this sounds sampled. I am guessing this because no one really does any original music these days, especially rap music.

And I found the sample. "Change Up" by Jean Terrelle.



I'd never heard of her. Turns out she was Diana Ross' replacement in the Supremes when Ross left. I like that song. I wish she would've been more popular.

That's it for me.

I don't know if I will be posting all week. But maybe I will.

Because I really want to.

We will see. 

Either way, have a good week.

On purpose.