Today I am struggling with some serious monkey mind. Not familiar with the concept? Well let me tell you about it. Monkey Mind is
a Buddhist term meaning…unsettled, restless, capricious, whimsical, fanciful, and even uncontrollable.
Yeah…I have a bad case today. I have a mild case most days. 😉
So I thought…Nikki! You have a blog. Go purge your mind there. Hopefully THAT will help!
Here’s a glimpse into my current monkey mind thoughts..
*Donald Trump is President. Honestly…I still can’t believe it. The thought keeps looping around in my mind and I’m not any less surprised each time I think it.
* I’m watching a ‘new to me’ show. Hell On Wheels. Steve had watched it already so I thought…what the heck…I’ll check it out. It’s about building the railroad. It’s ridiculously good. It’s also ridiculously disgusting. Everyone and everything is filthy. It’s violent and not for the faint of heart..but the story is awesome and Common is phenomenal. (and Cullen is fine as hell) Right?
Helllooo Mr. Bohannon.
*I’m thinking about trying Amazon Pantry. Ever do it? What do you think?
*Sunday is the Superbowl and my guys are in it!! It’s super exciting and super stressful!! I know they will win…I know they will win….I. know. they. will. win. 😉 Honestly, if you’re a football fan, even if you hate the Patriots…you have to give them credit. They are a talented team and they have a knack for winning. It’s gonna be a fun day…but I will miss my Gronk.
ps…Vivi hates it when I watch the Pats play. My East Coast comes out…loudly…. and I speak fluent sailor. ❤
*Why do people have dogs if they are not going to care for them? Seriously? Let your dog in the house. He/She is a pack animal and leaving them outside alone 24/7 makes you an asshole. AND when you have your dog out with you on the street…have them on a leash. When your dog bites someone because they are scared or surprised he/she will pay the price for your ignorance.
*I bought mini powdered donuts for my son as a little surprise when grocery shopping. They are in the kitchen now. About….30 steps away. I want to eat them. All of them. I swear I don’t have a sweet tooth, but they are softly whispering my name (non-stop). I’ve considered just licking one…but I don’t think it will be enough to curb the craving. It probably borders on abuse but I want my kid to eat them all right now so I don’t have to think about them anymore. If I presented it like a dare and gave him 10 bucks he’d do it. Decisions Decisions.
*Why don’t people learn to spell your name correctly. My full name is Nichol. If you claim to love me or even like me a little or…I’ve been in your life for any valid amount of time…add the H and drop the E already. It’s starting to piss me off.
This is just glimpse of the crap floating around in my mind. I could go on and on but I fear I’d start to look a little more Monkey than Human so I’ll leave it here.
Thanks for reading~