When you know you are a procrastinator . . .

For awhile, my cell phone has been acting up. It would turn itself off and when i would turn it back on, it would have reset itself. Everything from my fonts, the picture on my background, . . . everything just gone. My contacts remained as well as my photos in my album – but everything else was wiped cleaned. It seriously was getting OLD. I knew my 2 years was coming up, but I just kept putting off calling or looking it up online – lazy {?} lame {?} busy {?} freak {?} – nope, I’m a procrastinator! {And possibly a freak – you never know with people online!}

Well, it finally happened – yesterday morning. I went to grab my phone, purse and who knows what else because I had to get to Target ASAP and my phone was off – again. UGH! Turn on you stupid thing! Didn’t you hear me as I’m pressing the power button till my thumb nail is white and the skin is beginning to turn blue! Then, because I just know this will work, I start pushing the button on/off/on/off over and over. But it wasn’t working! So, I took the battery off the back and waited. That didn’t work either. So, I did what any smart, blue-blooded American would do, I smacked it down on the counter – HARD. And said, “Crap! My freakin’ phone won’t turn on!”

Then my smarty-pants husband says, “I couldn’t imagine why. Do you treat all your phones this way?”

But I’m so much wiser, “Nope, just my husband!”

Then of course he asked me when it was time to get a new phone. I don’t know. When is your contract up? I don’t know. Didn’t I call yet and ask. Uhh, no. I’m a busy girl.

But I know the truth – it is the same reason I had to race off to Target! I’m a procrastinator! In a bad way! I probably could use some type of intervention. It’s bad. Sooo – ooo bad.

Needless to say, it was time for a new phone. I ordered it. Lonnie had a spare that I’m currently using. Although “using” is a strong word – more like “getting by.” It is a blackberry curve and it’s about as different from my phone as a MAC is to a PC. And I have longer fingernails, so every word in every text has an extra letters {or 5} in it! And every single time I pick it up, I try clicking the screen!?!?!? A screen that doesn’t click! And I have no contacts in this phone. And since the other phone is dead, I can’t look up numbers either!! Every text I got today, I had to ask who it was! {Now that is LAME!}

{Somebody pass me a cherry Dr. Pepper – I need another one.}

But I was going to use this to my advantage. The new phone. The new phone I procrastinated calling and inquiring about. It would be coming by FedEx. I use FedEx for my shipments. So, Miss Smarty-pants was going to use this to my advantage and ask my FedEx man to take my boxes when he delivered my phone! Seriously, I ordered the phone yesterday and it was to be delivered today. AND I had a lot of {big} {and heavy} packages going out {and it was raining} {raining cats and dogs.} Yeah, I was going to take advantage of my FedEx man {get your mind out of the gutter, people!} That gave me atleast 24 hours to box up all my orders. I could do that. Surely.

Who cares that I had art coming out the waZoo! I could do it.

And I did do it! If you follow me on twitter, I gave a play by play detailed version!

But guess what happened. Just flippin’ guess!!! I didn’t take advantage of my FedEx man – he took advantage of me! That fool didn’t show up with my new phone! I could have called FedEx and had them come by and pick up my packages. Heck, I even have a FedEx guy’s personal cell number because he always laughs at me as I run into our FedEx location screaming, “AM I LATE!?!?!?!” because it is 6:01 and the truck picks up the packages at 6. {Luckily, they are always still loading.} He said to call, and he will swing by in the mornings and pick up whatever boxes I had.

But I’ve never done that.

For one, he said morning. HA! There is no way my boxes would be ready in the morning. Even if I started boxing them up the next morning. AND another reason . . . Because I feel like calling him is taking procrastination to whole ‘nother level!

Of course, I realized I had a tracking number about 5 minutes ago for my phone. Seriously, I received the exact same type of email that my clients receive from me. That one where you can track your painting from me to you. Yeah, I feel real stupid. I tracked my phone. She will be delivered tomorrow. NOT today.

I could have checked that tracking number a long time ago and realized that. Then I could have loaded all those paintings into my van and dropped them off – last minute, I’m sure. Yelling, “AM I LATE?!!?!” And of course I wouldn’t have been  -  because that is procrastination at its finest!

So for those who are waiting for one of those paintings above, the FedEx man is coming tomorrow. I’m positive. And I will take advantage of him. {Not that way – dirty minded people!}

Sorry. Forgive me. It is not my fault. It is a disease – this procrastination.

AND the reason I had to race off to Target . . .

I was out of deodorant. I had been “meaning” to get some the past several days because I could tell I was about to run out, but you know  . . . .  I procrastinated till the last possible moment and well, at that moment I needed some DO for my BO – though it had not gotten to that point! I just literally scraped the last I had. {As for BO, we were safe for the day.}

My name is Kim. And I’m a procrastinator.