The Lost Goat

Ever seen a lost goat? When a goat thinks it is lost, it runs around in a panic, screaming madly for the herd. I've seen goats step around the barn, lose line of sight on the other goats, and run around like this for fifteen minutes before figuring out the herd is only a few feet away. The herd ignores the panicked goat entirely, unless the lost goat is young enough for its mama to care. As a lost goat, where better to find other goats than on the seemingly endless plain of the blogosphere?

Friday, March 19, 2010

Flylady Day 3 and 4 - ouch

I think my life heard that I called something easy on my blog. Because it's really gotten in the way of doing anything Flylady-related in the last two days. I have not looked at the Flylady big tent and I have not put up any post-it notes for myself (day 3 and 4 respectively). Nor have I done any of the housecleaning that the daily emails recommend. I have kept my sink nice and shiny, though - that should count for something!