Procrastination

It's not my middle name, it's my first.

-While the Christmas decorations are packed away in boxes, the boxes are in the garage, crowding the entry way into the house. I have to hurdle over these things at least twice a day but instead of actually moving them into their respective spot I just continue to hurdle, trip and swear at them.

-We still have a huge bag of Christmas presents yet to put away. But I just can't find homes for these things! They're sort of fun gimmicky type things that don't really have a set place on the shelves to display or in the cabinets/drawer space of the house. Do you know what I'm talking about? I guess I'll just leave them in the bag ready to be re-gifted for next year.

-This time last year I made a promise to myself to back up all my photos/videos from my lap top onto an external drive. I felt sooo good after I did that last year and vowed at the end of every month I would take the time to back up the months media, thus saving myself gobs of time in the future. I backed up my stuff only once. My lap top is running slower than my first Mac cir. 1984. I just can't get myself motivated to do this because since my computer is already running at a turtle's pace I know it's going to be royally frustrating to sit and watch the swirly ball swirl for minutes upon minutes before it unexpectedly shuts me out of whatever program I'm in. Which brings me too...

-I've needed to add memory to both my lap top and home computer for over a year. What am I waiting for? A serious hard drive crash? I'm afraid it'll be here before you know it.

Did I mention my last name is Wine? I'm calling my name now.