Sometimes, I can be my very own perpetual motion machine (and perpetual emotion machine). I have so much I want to do, so much I need to do, and so much that others expect me to do. Three people with all the energy in the world at their disposal could not accomplish all of these tasks. I do make a grand effort to efficiently accomplish as much as I can, however. The problem is that I don't always get enough time with some of the wonderful people in my life.

Luckily, this weekend has found me seeing many people that not only ask questions about my life, but listen and give me good advice. Is it any wonder that I love some of my girls so much.

This dreary Monday finds me draped across the couch, wishing my body wasn't angry about something I ate yesterday and, maybe, a little upset about the constant downpour from the skies. This means I have to find things I can do without being completely upright because I like my breakfast precisely where it is--in my belly. The cats, of course, wish to help with all of this. They followed me as I trundled down the stairs because they were hogging the bed. Now they are observing me from a safe distance, hoping I will deign to fall back to sleep so they can snuggle up to me.

Of course, it is a Monday, so I am hoping to feel better before Monday Mormon Moments as I have cordially encouraged everyone to go out to dinner. It would be awkward for me to show up with an unhappy belly for a food activity.

Another semester is concluding slowly for some, too quickly for others. More and more sightings of students cramming all of their possessions into their cars are reported every day. The parking lots begin to clear. The number of people driving the wrong way on one way streets is on the rise. Businesses are saying good-bye to the bounty of the main semesters. The average denizens of this average little college town tip our hats and say farewell in the hopes that the lazy days of summer will leave us well-rested for the new barrage of students in the fall.

In my own world, I have been industriously moving along as well. This struck me as I reached the evil, illogically organized fiche that I have been saving for last. These could easily consume the rest of my life as I try to make sense of them. The people at the GPO obviously failed to do so and they printed and categorized them. I also cleared out my special folder in my e-mail for other fun creatures known as LDRs. I haven't finished updating all of those records, but it is only a matter of a few days before I am patiently awaiting more to arrive. In the meantime, I play with the slips of paper that have been hiding under the other piles of fun on my desk.

I also finished up a sewing project today. This is good as I need to spend the next couple of evenings cleaning my house. It has reached a state where I think the mess stresses me out. That and Rodney's butt really stinks so I feel urges to make that problem less noticeable (without spraying Febreeze up his bottom and don't think I haven't considered that option.

When we know who we are, any new title doesn't change that. We just take on our new tasks with the same personality we had before. I hope my girls realize that when I talk to them, it is for the same reason I have always talked to them.

It is amazing how everyone wants to take credit for everything. I tire of people wanting my praises for their assistance. I tire of them wanting to be lauded for my happiness when they were simply standing by when life happened to me. I don't claim to be the bringer of great joy into most lives just as I don't desire credit for the pain that comes into the lives of those around me.

This is not to say that I don't follow the admonition to "mourn with those who mourn" and on the flip side rejoice with those who rejoice, but I think life can take credit for itself, I can take credit for me, and anyone who isn't okay with that isn't a good friend. Good friends are okay with smiling because you are happy. They don't want you to thank them for being your friend or give them credit for anything they may have provided minimal assistance to. This is the problem I have had in the past when people ask me to collaborate on a project.

I've had people want to "bounce ideas off of" me, which means they wanted to ask me to resolve an issue for them. Then they wanted to profit from it. Anyone who has ever done a group project in school has seen this from one side or the other. I have worked with people who didn't do what they needed to do, basically leaving it for me. I, of course, was then chastised for not being prepared. Of course, I also have many would-be supervisors in my life who really don't know what they are observing. For instance, if you walk by me once and see me turned away from my work, that doesn't mean I am always turned away from work,and stopping to chat has yet to prove productive.

Of course, all of this ranting also doesn't help my productivity. It does, however, blow off steam and leave many people confused about who did what.It's okay. Even if I outright stated their name, they'd assume I was referring to a different person with the exact same name. I almost wish I could be that oblivious--almost.

In other news, the daughter of Moses and sister of Turtle (nicknames given due to slowness) proved again that the moniker given to her in the eighth grade was appropriate. The roadrunner was moving so fast that the sensor on the automatic door didn't tell it not to close on her after the previous shopper exited the local Wallieworld. As no injuries ensued, I giggles to myself and continued on my merry way, having been reminded why I hate to go to the eye doctor, dentist, or basically anyone who wants me to give them massive amounts of money for poking me a few times or puffing air in my face.

In other news from my non-dull world, my legs seem to be ready to forgive me to the hour and forty-five minutes of walking yesterday. I am hoping the forgive me tomorrow for what I hope is only a little over an hour of walking. Unfortunately, I get distracted by all things shiny like hubcaps and random change on the ground. Anyway, some blueberry muffins are causing a wonderful aroma, so I am going to go peek at them again.