Monday, January 9, 2012


I'm a procrastinator at heart.  Here I sat, with an english paper due in less than half an hour, looking over at my husband.  "Dude."  He looked at me with disapproval as I finished my thought, "I seriously want to start a blog right now."

"Finish your home work, then we'll talk.  I'll show you how to set it up." Half the night was already gone with my only progress towards my paper making it on time was opening up Microsoft Word.  I scowled at him and threw something badly written together in honor of Christopher Hitchens, a man I knew nothing about but I felt obligated to pay tribute to for the secular humanist in me, and hit submit on my assignment.

Then poor Nathan directed me to  I spent the rest of the night and half of the next day trying to think of a name.  Something about Zombies?  Nah.  Something with 'Eden' in the title.  A acknowledgment of my  three year old spawn?  I'm not a stay at home mom who loves scrap booking. In a short sighted effort to be clever, Remedial Chaos was born.

I edit the font.  It has to be just right.  And that back ground color... well that can take hours to perfect.  You know how it can be.  Then the page is loaded and the website knows to end on the hardest page:  "Post now!"  Yeah... No.  I made dinner.  I watched a few important episodes of 'Being Human.'  I took the time to learn what Pinterest is.  I smoked most of Nathan's cigarettes.  I decided to go to bed and try it again today.

And the page stayed empty.  To justify my actions, I take my one hundred percent original plan to my third time reactivated Facebook account.  "Pay attention to me!" I type.  "I'm hopping on the bandwagon and starting a blog!! Tell me I'm lame!"

I received some *face palm* responses.  But their lameness gave me the jump I needed to actually move forward and type.  'Wow, people I care about must care about me!  That's how the world works!'  

Procrastination means putting it off as long as possible.  But it still gets done.  So here I am... 

Typing away.  


  1. stoked to crawl inside your mind a little more with each post.
    that's not creepy at all, right?

  2. Now you can sit with the rest of us, staring at our computer screens wondering what to type; and come to the sad realization that people only ca about your opinions with a passing fancy. Yay!