Me. Just de facto.

I think I picked the wrong focus for this week. I haven’t done a lick of Spanish, but I’ve managed everything else that was on my list of possibilities, and then some other things I hadn’t even thought of. Like Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace University. I did not expect to be spending so much time listening to it! But he and his wit and wisdom have sucked me into his world of financial peace, and I have to know what he thinks about everything! Social security. 401K’s. My outfit for tomorrow. Oh, Dave! Tell me what you think!!!

In leuiw…lue…loo (whatever) of my failure, I’m going ignore the nagging guilt and talk about racquetball. I’m actually copying this from an email I sent to someone earlier today.

I have to admit, tennis and I are not friends. One of the reasons I like racquetball so much is that I feel it’s the more likable cousin of the racquet sports family. For one, you’re in an air conditioned area. I hate being hot, and the sun likes to annoy the crap out of me by being perpetually in my eyes so I can’t see the tennis ball. And it makes me sweat like a man. Then there’s the whole containment thing. In tennis, chasing the ball all over the park is sad…and trust me, my skills require that I chase the ball more than I hit it. In racquetball, however, you need only to walk a few steps to retrieve the ball…in an air conditioned area! (That’s my favorite part. Can you tell?) And then there’s that wonderful “Wa!” noise the racquetball makes when you hit it just right. I call those little blue racquetballs Wally for this very reason.

Tada! De Facto Elle reigns supreme today! I don’t even feel bad…that’s how much she reigns.

Me. Just malapropos.

I feel ironic tonight, but I’m afraid to elaborate. Alanis Morissette really screwed my up with her song on the subject. And how many times have I said, “That’s ironic!” just to have someone else correct me. “No, it’s not. It’s a coincident.” Well, fine. Aren’t we just the most intelligent. I’m going to throw caution to the wind, however, and explain my emotion of irony…and I know. Irony isn’t an emotion. Chill.

Last night, I was surprised to find that week 2 of my Elle Improved project had flitted by me. Like a fairy. Only the fairy had run out of magic dust…I don’t know where this illustration is going. Please, pretend it was engaging.

Because Sunday came so quickly, I chose my focus for this week as I wrote my post. And today, on day 1 of week 3, I find myself with more focuses than I intended!

I started my new job. That takes some focus. Kimberly lent me her Financial Peace University cd’s so I can more efficiently join the Dave Ramsey bandwagon (which happens to also be the “I have a future” bandwagon). And I was overwhelmed by the need to schedule out my entire day tomorrow on a little white board, complete with meals, Bible readings, and a motivational sentence. “Live your day on purpose! Let’s see how that feels!”

Just last night I was at a loss for what to do with my week. And tonight I wonder if I have too much to do. And that’s why I feel ironic. Or coincidental…or whatever.