I’m notorious for my procrastination skills.

If when I say “notorious,” I mean, “known around my immediate family,” then yes, I’m notorious.

When I do happen to get things done on time, I require copious amounts of congratulations from anyone who witnessed my accomplishment.

I’m needy like that.

I’m like a child who needs constant encouragement to Keep! Doing! Her! Best! so that next time, the same result of an on-time completion will be met.

Hey, at least I know what I need.

I wonder if Patrick knows. If not, he does now.

The point to my story: I procrastinate.

Like right now.

The Shiny is very attractive.

For you, I’m giving you a very attractive Shiny: My face on Superman’s body. Also known as, my Aiming Low post for this week. Hoorah!

Yes, you can request a note from me to give to your supervisor and/or significant other to let them know why you didn’t finish your task for the day because you were busy reading all of my posts here and on Aiming Low.

I’ll get you that note some time next week.

If you’re new here, or if you just don’t know me AT ALL, I like TV.

As in, the first anxiety attack I had was in 4th grade because my parents wouldn’t let me watch The Cosby Show. For serious. They had to take me to the ER and everything. To top that off, my pediatrician was mad at me because SHE was missing The Cosby Show to see me at the ER.

So to say my love affair with the television and the happy things it brings me is a “love affair,” is an understatement.

I’ve had a TiVo and/or DVR since 2001 when they were first invented. It’s pretty much still the best Christmas present Mr Sir has ever given me. Ever. At one point, I had two DVRs, but since TV-pocalypse ’09, I’ve been down to just the one. It’s a rough life.

Seeing as I am a TV aficionado, I’ve compiled a list of the TV shows I’m super duper squeeeeeee-cited to see this Fall. Some of the new shows have already started (WEEDS!) and some are starting in the next few weeks (GLEE!).

Skidaddle on over to Aiming Low to see what I’m adding to my DVR recordings.

And if you don’t have a DVR, please quit the internet right now. I’m even talking to you, Chibi Jeebs and Mandi.

Yesterday, I wrote about my crazy-intelligent special needs kid. Today, I have a post on Aiming Low about having crushes on girls.

It’s a wonder the kid was birthed from my loins.

20 years from now at some very important smarty pants convention speech deal:
“Hello, friends. My name is Anna, and I’m here to talk to you about rockets and/or science and/or writing novels and/or historical referencing in recent artwork mediums. I’d like to thank my mom for her years of encouragement.

“What does my mother do, you ask? She’s a big deal on the internet who got her start writing about having unstable crushes on old movie stars. No, I don’t know how I came to be so intelligent, but I know it has nothing to do with her ability to name her bowel movements.”

……..

I like to think of myself as special. She’ll think of me as “succeeding despite her upbringing.”