Monday, May 11, 2009

Mojo Wanted

I hope everyone had a lovely Mother's Day. Mine was wonderful. Breakfast in bed, pedicures with my mom and Andrea, dinner at my mom's house and then an episode of LOST. Does it get any better? Not for me.

I alluded to my lack of gardening in Friday's post. We've had intermittent rain here, and I was using that as an excuse to procrastinate. As it is now sunny and warm, that excuse has crapped out. I need to get in and lay compost this week, but I can't get excited about it. The beds are cleared (finally!) and I found potatoes online, but I don't know...I just have very little motivation.

Just as I was feeling like I had a workable schedule in place, I began preparing for my surgery. I just couldn't maintain the schedule while doing that. It should have been possible. It probably was possible. I just didn't do it. And now, I'm trying really hard to get my mojo back.

Have you seen my mojo? Because it's not anywhere around here.

So this week's goal is to maintain my previous schedule, to some degree.

WAIT! I think I know where my mojo is! I'm going to go check on Farmtown!

6 comments:

Marni's Organized Mess said...

Bwahahaha. I haven't seen it, maybe it's with mine?

David Dust said...

You don't want to do real gardening, because it's easier to do virtual gardening on that Farmtown thing!!! STEP AWAY FROM THE FARMTOWN!!!!

xoxoxoxoxo

Miss Ginger Grant said...

I lost my mojo in the airport on the way to Vegas and I haven't seen it since!

mah-meeee said...

you got me hooked on farmtown.

i'd send you some white citrus lotion at the hospital after your surgery if i know where you're at.
:)

hope it all go smoothly!

Beth said...

STEP AWAY FROM THE FACEBOOK WOMAN!!!!!

D... said...

See, I thought you had MY mojo. Huh. Wonder where it is?

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