For those of you who haven’t heard—hi dad, Bossy promises to call you back just as soon as her voice isn’t muffled under her comforter — Bossy took to her bed yesterday to try to solve a few of her life’s riddles.
And, indeed, Bossy has found it intensely satisfying to dedicate so much time to thinking growing her toenails.
First Bossy would like to take you on a little tour of what’s what. This is Bossy’s view from her bed raft, where she is currently adrift:
And this is what Bossy is wearing:
One of the many things Bossy is trying to puzzle-out is a business idea she’s been harboring for too many weeks wrapped in months. And within a few minutes wrapped in hours, Bossy became inspired and reached for her laptop to check the Internet for available website URLs! And people? All of the relevant words in the history of words are already taken.
And so Bossy invented new words, and twisted those invented words into unlikely combinations. And people? Those URLs are taken too.
Next Bossy contemplated the future of her current website, a little thing she likes to call iamboozy.com.
Bossy thought about what the future holds for her little blog that could and the many features left abandoned in her left column. And so Bossy thought she would meditate on this problem until the answer materialized, which it did!
In a dream!
And in this dream, Bossy’s friend was hosting a party where a weird circus was being broadcast on a large screen, and when Bossy complained to her friend about the weird circus, Bossy’s friend, who was shutting herself away on the other side of a sliding glass door, replied with the old smoker’s voice she doesn’t really have, “Well don’t I know it, honey, I like to watch hockey.”
So, yeah!
Next Bossy there was no next. Because Bossy’s daughter came home from school and Bossy scurried down the steps as if everything was normal, where normal equals watching Aunt Oprah, which, let’s face it, isn’t too different from taking to bed.
And about the remainder of the night, let Bossy just admit: it’s pretty hard to isolate oneself in a broody bed when one’s baseball team is in the National Championship series. And about that? One more game takes it, Phillies!
So far Bossy can sum up her experience of taking to bed in this way: Doing is more productive than thinking, but she can’t stop.
Which is what today’s Ten-Word Challenge is all about. In exactly ten words, can you tell Bossy and her council all about which issues you would spend your time puzzling-out if you were to take to your bed?
And don’t forget to check back later today for the most puzzling bed dilemmas on the internet.
If you missed last week’s challenge, click here to read about the many charming family idioms represented by Bossy’s creative council.
Only I change the TP roll?! Is it that hard?!
Should Bossy attempt to write a book? Who really cares?
Bossy needs to think of the next BIG THING. Oy.
Forget deep thought, private beddy bye solitude is sleep babyyy.
How can I work less but vacation more?
How can Bossy recover fallen stats resulting from technical clusterfook?
Why the husband MUST crash perfectly good vehicles every 3 years.
Did lack of parental massage inhibit healing of daughter’s lip?
Should I write that novel? How about a plot? Anyone?
Should it be a novel or a memoir? Truth hurts.
What was driving me to do the stupid things in past.
What’s driving Bossy to do the stupid things in future.
Turning 51 means I’m really the new 41? Desperately hoping?
Though I cannot handle reality, I must make my own circumstances~ I cannot do everything at once, let me do something at once!
–>Why do I cook dinner every night. We both eat.
Is it really wrong to rob banks? I’d be polite.
Exactly how much time do I spend on the internet?
oh my GOD, what IS that THING on the ceiling?
Who am I meant to be?
I took to my bed and didn’t solve anything either.
Do I start new blog? hindered by own panic-y fear.
(also have recently pondered the details of Bossy’s clusterfook)
(And cheers to Lizzy #16, very clever)
How can I find a job that actually appeals/stimulates/challenges/pleases me? (using slashes between the words = one word…kind of like having 10 of one item plus all your others still allows you to in the 20 items or fewer aisle…just kidding, those people are wrong!)
Will I ever find a job I like? Now depressed….
What is this mess I have made of my life?
How can I quit the job I thought I wanted?
How long can I stay here before someone comes looking for me?
Should I quit the blog? When will we get engaged?
Ticking clock must force question: Is this all there is?
should I start the blog? quit fiddle-fartin around?
what about the pattern design? moving forward? treading water? crap.
I would get a neck-ache looking up/back into that skylight!
Would Bossy consider renting her bed…Seasonal Affective Disorder looming.
just hanging on doesn’t really get you anywhere. need jumpstart.
Reduce errands, increase writing and running. How to stay well?
Why can’t I think of anything interesting to blog about?
Stress test >3 yesses = “spent” 7.5/13 = bedtime
When is Too Late in fact not at all?
How will Bossy know? Six words are for sale here.
Pursue PhD in philosophy? Requires a vow of poverty, though.
A name for this baby. I am possibly OVERthinking this.
Why did I make that left at Albuquerque? Forever lost.
If time travel existed, what exactly would I do differently?
To have another baby or buy new shoes? and travel!
Is being out of work really such a bad thing?
(Why, yes Dear, I am really trying to find a job. Why do you ask???)
Why are there 100 unfinished projects in my walk-in closet?
Is it true? Could I really be BOSSY’s angsty twin?
too late = dead
my ponderings:
new blog, left columns, right columns, content, tabs, launch date
Husband lost job, health insurance crisis looming, national health care?
Why does my back hurt more lying than sitting straight?
I’d find something delightfully soothing to read. + wine or tea.
How can I unschool successfully AND earn a good income?
I’m with Em. Never too late unless you’ve stopped breathing.
Why do I keep squashing all chances of a relationship?
How can I possibly squeeze in more time to sleep?
marriage, war, poverty, injustice, inequality, life, travel destinations, phillies baseball.
GO DEFENDING WFC PHILLIES!!!!! 🙂
Job good, money bad. Blog good, money nonexistent.Hi BOSSY.
What’s the secret to winning one of Pioneer Woman’s giveaways?
How to get a job after 16 long years away?
My life’s half over – is the best yet to come?
When should I stop solving my children’s problems for them?
I really will miss visiting Bossy’s blog. Too depressing.
Middle aged at 52…is 104 out of the question?
Soon unable physically to continue 35 year career. Now what? Recollege? Desk job for half pay?
(Bossy, 38- I bought those six words. The check in in the mail, but please dont cash it till the 1st of November.)
where did teenage dreams(and abs) go? More wine please.
If women only ran the world, would everyone play nicely?
Wow, my to-do list doubled while I was in bed today.
I never noticed the cobwebs, dust bunnies, laundry or trash.
life is lived one minute at a time… do it.
How interesting, today’s subject.
I think the obvious solution for your reader attrition is BOSSY TV. You could get a video camera–maybe the nice Flip people would sponsor you!–and you and your fabulous and fearless daughter could film events, experiences, adventures, people, in your neighborhood, family, life, whatever and whoever is interesting and weird and fun. I think your wonderful whimsical photo editing skills (Barbie African Queen, anyone?) might transfer delightfully to video.
And I, for one, would watch every last minute of BOSSY TV. Eagerly and gleefully!
bossy, get out of bed. the sun is shining.
Will my 19 y/o back hurt… for the rest of my life?!?
I must take control of our finances and retirment planning.
And proofreading: retirEment.
Bossy: I hope you will get some help if you need it. Pharmaceuticals are a huge help. Go outside and sit in the sunshine for a bit. Take care of you, p.j.
Is homeschoo right choice? Forge new path or follow heard?
I’m 44. Kids grown and gone. What next? I’m sad.
These are the best years of my life? WANT REFUND!!
Move back to US for aging mother? Stay in Paris?
LOVE life here but how do I get a visa?
This would be a good time to write my book.
This would be a good time to revise my resume.
This would be a good time to practice passé composé.
I could also get a start on my art project.
Bossy may choose from any of the above. Also? Some book on Oprah’s book club said something to the effect of “To suceed you have to have all your energy pointed in the same direction: head, heart and actions.” Whatever you decide Bossy, do with all your energy. 😉
Why won’t I just diet and lose the weight already?
Why my life is controlled by uncontrollable little things.
Am I doomed to failure always?
How do I create more time in my life?
These are depressing. I know. It’s that kind of day/week/month. Maybe I should take to my bed too.
Why fear of success greater than my fear of failure.
How do I start working again after 19 years home?
How can I take to my bed and get folks to send me expensive, delightful, dark chocolate treats, so that I never have to get out of bed and go back to my boring job to earn money to buy dark chocolate?
Do I feel manic? or depressive? I need more meds.
How can I make money from home to stay w/new baby?
If I leave him, where do I go?
What am I going to do when I grow up?
When is the right thing going to interest me enough to do for the rest of my working years….
How much more tinkering does my book query really need?
How does a mother stay exactly on that fooking (thanks for that word bossy…) FINE LINE that is locking your teenager in her room or letting your teenager become and adult???
ten words not enough today dear bossy…
it is what it is…
oops – I forgot it was 10 word tuesday. sorry!
What will my perfect life look and feel like? REALLY!
Bed’s are for sleeping. Or updating blog posts! 🙂
PS #85 {{hugs}}
This is the worst ten word tuesday of all time.
We read what you have to say – Isn’t that enough?
your lives sound like my life~ going back to bed.
my thanks to chocolatechic and lizzy; i needed those laughs.
What do I need change to make ME like me?
Why don’t I refer to myself in the third person?
What? I’m confused. Stats are down? Bossy is moving on????
Why can’t I get out of bed and start doing?
I’d puzzle and puzzle til my puzzler was sore.
(About what? I dunno.)
I need to find extra income without losing my mind.
I’d contemplate untapped income possibilities in a remote, rural community.
Then I’d realize there are no possibilities and I’d cry.
Then I’d rush out and buy lottery tickets. And pray.
Can’t believe I made it. Then: worry, worry, worry, worry.
I DON’T think, I read and sleeep. Selfish time.
Can I manage to get to sleep without taking Klonopin?
Stats down? Sorry my fault. Clicking will resume post haste.
Oh wait….. is this a new poverty party strategy thing?
Not depressing at all! Everyone should retreat now and again.
Best therapist ever said, “depressed” means you need Deep Rest.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
i think the thing i’d ponder is how to keep staying in bed and pondering and get paid for it. i mean, it’d be nice to be able to do my work from bed.
To solve world hunger zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Yay! Now it’s my birthday!
Who else in the world has 20 year old sheets?
What I really want is to spit in time’s face.
How do I overcome body issues and finally lose weight?