After a few weeks of messing about with Teach My Children, I’ve decided not to change it.
I’m just going to accept it for what it is.. a personal blog. A pain in the arse personal blog, with all its technical issues, but a personal blog I just don’t want to let go of. I might change its name to “Bagpuss”.
Picture: bob watt
And now that I’ve got over all ideas about finding wealth through blogging [Not All Internet Marketers Are Filthy Scam Artists], I can just get on with the business of blogging.
I’m just going to use it to record my random and incomplete thoughts as they occur to me.
My mind is higgledy-piggledy (the spelling of higgledy-piggledy doesn’t look right but I’ve decided I don’t care) and jumps from one thought to the next, often on wild tangents (hmmm, donuts) so I’ve decided to accept that that’s the way my blogging might go too.
Today I also decided to be rich and happy but I missed the 48 hour window of opportunity to purchase Tim Brownson’s new book at half price, so for the moment I’m going to have to get rich and happy without his help.
I sat down for about half an hour making lists of things that do, or would, make me happy. Then I decided to focus on doing more of those things.
I also made a list of things that made me unhappy, and decided to do less of those things.
Then I sat around for five minutes laughing about what an idiot I am.
I could be going about it all the wrong way, but I decided it was more important to do something than do nothing. The book will wait a few weeks more when I’ll be able to buy it at a third of its original price in the Christmas sale.
Here’s another decision: I decided to talk to myself more, even if that means other people think I’m a loony. Vocalising my thoughts somehow seems to make them more tangible and effective.
Here’s what I said to myself earlier as I was about to load the car to take the dogs for a walk:
It’s OK, I don’t mind that you’ve parked your truck across the front of my driveway, even though you didn’t need to. I don’t mind that I can’t now get my car out and that I’ve got to find you to ask you to move it. I don’t mind that you’re lazy and arrogant. It doesn’t bother me at all that you’re an inconsiderate bastard. You see, I realise that I can’t control you and what you do, I can only control what I do and how I choose to think about it. So, no, I don’t feel the need to grab you by the scruff of the neck and explain to you the error of your ways,because I no longer harbour negative thoughts.
LMAO.
I went to the guy and asked him to move his truck when he had a minute. He jokingly said no and I jokingly said well you’d better or I’ll get my dogs to bite your face off. We both laughed and he moved his truck.
Ahh, I’m already happier. Now to get rich! LOL 
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And the best thing about this post? Bagpus. Ah, a bit loose at the seams but we all love him just the same . . .
Tara,
I’ve forgotten how it goes now. Is it… Bagpuss, Bagpuss old fat furry catpuss… ?
I loved Bagpuss, but my kids wouldn’t entertain watching that old rubbish now.
Personally, I thought the best bit was where I said, “I’ll get my dogs to bite your face off”.
No?
Oh well, back to the drawing board.