I think my internal clock is broken. This insomnia is really not for me.
I've always been one who loves to sleep. I would never pass up an opportunity to take a nap, so this insomnia is really just killing me. I went to bed and got up at about 2am. I finally went back to bed a little after 4am when I was kind of sleepy.
Well, 6:20 came a little too quickly and NOW I could sleeeep!
I was hoping that someone would be on Facebook or IM that late, but oh no...I got to stay up late all by myself. I was entertaining myself with sites such as "Etiquette Hell" and "Dear Abby" as well as "Soapoperafan". Yes, I was bored. I even went to Cakecentral, which I love for some helpful info, but sometimes, the idiots just annoy me. Like one chick was asking what she did wrong when she put a full amount of batter into 2- 8" pans when the directions clearly and she repeated, that the recipe was for 2-10"pans. Duh. MOron.
Do you know how to reset an internal clock? If so, would you mind taking a look at mine and perhaps turning back my biological one while you're at it?
I'm not asking for decades here, just a few years should do it.
I know I don't look old, at least I don't think so. I mean, I got carded in Vegas to play Blackjack and then again just to watch at the Blackjack table. I also had a lady tell me I was " just so cute" that I looked like a "little girl". Thanks. Yes, I want to look young...but I'd still like to look like a woman. Damn. Maybe I shouldn't wear that polka dotted jumper anymore and pigtails anymore with the Carebear watch!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Sleepless in my living room
Even tho I wrote this in an email a little while back, it's still pertinent today..
I wish I could sleep tonight. Lately it seems that every time I try to sleep at night, something keeps me awake. I am SO tired, yet cannot sleep.
First, I toss and turn and then the itching starts. First, it'll be the leg, then the arm, then the foot and so on. I don't know why. It's not like I have any reason for it. My aunt told me once that it was "nerves", but what the heck do I have to be anxious about? Especially, when all I want to do is sleep. I sleep SO good for about an hour after Bobby has gone to work and Little Bobby has gone to school-usually anyway. Right now, he's on Spring Break and he's sick..so I don't really get that hour either. So, what gives? I would say that I'm just worried about him, but this happens all the time. Things have to be just perfect for me to sleep. Pillow and blankets in the right position, box fan on, but not blowing on me - I need the noise, ceiling fan can't be on bc it blows my hair and tickles my face, every light must be off and the doors shut, nothing blowing or making any noise at all in the house and I need absolute darkness. Oh and if I didn't shave -then I must wear pj bottoms or my hairy legs will annoy me-I can almost hear the chirping sound that crickets make when their legs rub together. Any noise will wake me up. Even the dog moving on the floor. A little while ago, I thought I heard the bear getting into the garbage-nope, it was just the cat on the back porch. The porch doesn't even connect to my room. Maybe I have superhuman hearing. Or. Maybe I'm just neurotic. I'm leaning towards the latter. My plan tonight, is to become so unbelievably sleepy that I fall straight into bed. Meanwhile..you get the ramblings of a neurotic -sleep deprived, but obsessed woman. A few weeks ago, I had THE BEST sleep that I can remember. Basically, I slept through the night. Like 6 hours straight. I was feeling sick and had taken night time cold medicine and it knocked me out. I awoke feeling refreshed and wonderful...I still took some the next night bc I "might" feel sick again. The third night, I didn't take any bc I wasn't feeling sick and bc I realized that I really liked taking meds to help me sleep and decided that probably wasn't the best idea. So. I no longer sleep through the night. Again. I suppose I actually have to get to sleep to be able to sleep through the night.
I wish I could sleep tonight. Lately it seems that every time I try to sleep at night, something keeps me awake. I am SO tired, yet cannot sleep.
First, I toss and turn and then the itching starts. First, it'll be the leg, then the arm, then the foot and so on. I don't know why. It's not like I have any reason for it. My aunt told me once that it was "nerves", but what the heck do I have to be anxious about? Especially, when all I want to do is sleep. I sleep SO good for about an hour after Bobby has gone to work and Little Bobby has gone to school-usually anyway. Right now, he's on Spring Break and he's sick..so I don't really get that hour either. So, what gives? I would say that I'm just worried about him, but this happens all the time. Things have to be just perfect for me to sleep. Pillow and blankets in the right position, box fan on, but not blowing on me - I need the noise, ceiling fan can't be on bc it blows my hair and tickles my face, every light must be off and the doors shut, nothing blowing or making any noise at all in the house and I need absolute darkness. Oh and if I didn't shave -then I must wear pj bottoms or my hairy legs will annoy me-I can almost hear the chirping sound that crickets make when their legs rub together. Any noise will wake me up. Even the dog moving on the floor. A little while ago, I thought I heard the bear getting into the garbage-nope, it was just the cat on the back porch. The porch doesn't even connect to my room. Maybe I have superhuman hearing. Or. Maybe I'm just neurotic. I'm leaning towards the latter. My plan tonight, is to become so unbelievably sleepy that I fall straight into bed. Meanwhile..you get the ramblings of a neurotic -sleep deprived, but obsessed woman. A few weeks ago, I had THE BEST sleep that I can remember. Basically, I slept through the night. Like 6 hours straight. I was feeling sick and had taken night time cold medicine and it knocked me out. I awoke feeling refreshed and wonderful...I still took some the next night bc I "might" feel sick again. The third night, I didn't take any bc I wasn't feeling sick and bc I realized that I really liked taking meds to help me sleep and decided that probably wasn't the best idea. So. I no longer sleep through the night. Again. I suppose I actually have to get to sleep to be able to sleep through the night.
I dedicate this blog to Huggaboob and others like him.
I'm posting this blog because Aleta asked me to start again.
I'm trying, really, but it seems that I forget what I want to say when I actually start writing. Alzheimer's early? Not funny...since it's coming one day.
Anyway, she was asking about a guy I like to call Huggaboob.
He's a friend of my brother's that tends to well..hug my boobs.
This older gentleman *cough* tries to play it off as being friendly and hugging the sister of his friend, but I know the truth and so does he. I'd kick him in the balls, as Aleta suggested, but honestly, some days, I just wanna say.. "Here - why don'tcha just give 'em a good squeeze...maybe even do a Jim Carey from Liar Liar and get this over with. Then, we can go on to nice normal conversation, perhaps shoot a few games of pool where you let me win because you think that I'm the type of girl who HAS to win. You'd be wrong, btw. I won't even use the bridge when I can't reach a shot because I'll be seen as weak . Perhaps because I'm a little stubborn, too. And yes, guys, if I see you use the bridge, you lose some masculinity in my eyes. Not that you care. But...just so you know.
Back to huggaboob..and the like.. it's ok if you stare. Really, I don't mind. That's why I've put 'em out there. It's my best asset..so why not show it off? Maybe, just maybe you'll pay attention to the girls instead of my ..um ..large butt or tummy. I don't even mind you commenting. Honest. Well, as long as it's a nice comment, anyway. But guys, don't try to "get away" with the other stuff. Don't try to be all suave about it, because you're not. I know what you're thinking. I can see it in your eyes...and yes, I can see where your eyes are looking..I'm short..the only other possible explanation is that you're looking at the floor..and well..you cocky bastards would never avert your eyes to the floor, would you?
I'm trying, really, but it seems that I forget what I want to say when I actually start writing. Alzheimer's early? Not funny...since it's coming one day.
Anyway, she was asking about a guy I like to call Huggaboob.
He's a friend of my brother's that tends to well..hug my boobs.
This older gentleman *cough* tries to play it off as being friendly and hugging the sister of his friend, but I know the truth and so does he. I'd kick him in the balls, as Aleta suggested, but honestly, some days, I just wanna say.. "Here - why don'tcha just give 'em a good squeeze...maybe even do a Jim Carey from Liar Liar and get this over with. Then, we can go on to nice normal conversation, perhaps shoot a few games of pool where you let me win because you think that I'm the type of girl who HAS to win. You'd be wrong, btw. I won't even use the bridge when I can't reach a shot because I'll be seen as weak . Perhaps because I'm a little stubborn, too. And yes, guys, if I see you use the bridge, you lose some masculinity in my eyes. Not that you care. But...just so you know.
Back to huggaboob..and the like.. it's ok if you stare. Really, I don't mind. That's why I've put 'em out there. It's my best asset..so why not show it off? Maybe, just maybe you'll pay attention to the girls instead of my ..um ..large butt or tummy. I don't even mind you commenting. Honest. Well, as long as it's a nice comment, anyway. But guys, don't try to "get away" with the other stuff. Don't try to be all suave about it, because you're not. I know what you're thinking. I can see it in your eyes...and yes, I can see where your eyes are looking..I'm short..the only other possible explanation is that you're looking at the floor..and well..you cocky bastards would never avert your eyes to the floor, would you?
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