Some people scrub the grout..I hunt for punch bowls

Remember when you were in school and you had that big huge test to study for? So you got your study materials together, your notepad, (pre-computers. Yes..now you can guess my age. Keep it to yourself) sharpened your pencils, found your favorite pen, your Dr. Pepper (or..whatever). Some snacks, your blanket, fluffed your pillows, checked the voice mail, fed the cat, checked to make sure the windows and doors were locked, decided you needed ice for the drink, found a coaster, ran back for a napkin and then FINALLY decided you could get DOWN TO BUSINESS and STUDY. Just as soon as you cleaned that grout in the bathtub. (Something you would not touch normally for all the Dr. Pepper in Texas).
That's me this week trying to avoid meditation.
First of all. It's an ass kicking Pandora's box of a meditation. One that I told my friend about and vowed to try and do with her.
Don't ask me to explain I have an entire blog I dedicated to my meditations and I haven't even posted THERE for years. (literally. Not even sure I remember the address) And I am doing it but it's freaking HARD to stay FOCUSED on it.
Also I'm hormonal. And my brain tends to focus and become obsessed by the most BIZARRE things.
Like Amazon.
Seriously..if anyone knew how much I checked Amazon on a daily basis they could probably have me evaluated without my consent. That and EBAY. It's one big WINDOW SHOPPING experience. You can look for the most obscure things. And then BUY THEM.
Right now I'm focused on punch bowls so my daughter can make that frozen face and hands (out of a mask and dish washing gloves) from Martha Stewart, to float in the punch at her party.
Not that any of them have EVER had punch before in their lives.
My daughter isn't even allowed juice boxes or soda. (orange and apple juice if I make it in the juicer is the limit)
See? I'm rambling. And blogging, and yelling at my dogs, and getting scolded on twitter by friends who want to know why I'm up at this hour worrying about
PUNCH BOWLS!
Cause if I fool around enough...I'll be too tired to meditate.
And then Pandora's little box can stay tightly closed.
Plus I'm lazy and let's face it? Concentrating is WORK.