Have you ever heard of a “clean mouse?” I have and let me tell you, it was gross! I have not only heard of a clean mouse, but I have seen it with my own two eyes. It all started early one Sunday morning. I was sleeping peacefully when I hear this rustling next to me. I open my eyes and see the cat on my nightstand so I push her off, only to see the other cat sitting on the floor looking at me. I roll over and close my eyes again, only to hear more rustling. I am not letting the cats off that easy so I turn on the light. What do I see? I see a mouse jump over my nightstand! Yikes!!!!!!!!!!!!! Needless to say, I get no more sleep after that. Everywhere I walk I look to see if there is a mouse around but I have not seen it yet. 1 day later and I am still looking around to see if there is a mouse but haven’t spotted it yet. 2 days later and no mouse. Oh, wait a minute. I am now down in the basement doing laundry. One load washed and moved over, another put in. Let me switch these clothes over and start another load. Okay, what the heck is that? That my friends is a clean mouse! Well, the mouse either ran into the closet and ended up in the clothes in the laundry basket or the cat decided that it would have a final resting place there. Either way, I carried this mouse down to the laundry and washed it. I really don’t know how to react except that I am pretty grossed out and from now on I will pay more attention to what ends up in that washing machine.
It is happening again. Insomnia. Have you ever had it? You don’t want it. No, it is not catching and hopefully you can recover quickly. I am hoping tonight is a recover quickly night. I am really sleepy. It is funny the things you think and do when you can’t sleep and it is 2:30 in the morning. This morning, bright-eyed I finished a puzzle and then I decided I was going to work on the Brownie project that my daughter and I are going to be doing. This is a tie blanket and they are supposed to be the most simple of all blankets that you can make. Well, let me tell you, either it is me, 2:30 in the morning, or I just simply cannot understand these basic instructions. First, I cleared off the big coffee table we have in the living room thinking this would be big enough to work on. Wrong. I then decide it will be a good idea to make it on the kitchen table. In order to do this I need to pull the table apart and get the extra leaf out. Well, this isn’t as simple as it sounds, especially at 2:30 in the morning. You would have thought someone was cleaning us out by all the racket I was making! I was scooting the chairs all around, pulling with both arms trying to wrestle my legs to push the table legs and then finally I crawled under the table on my back and pushed the legs of the table out with my legs. It worked. Did the blanket work? Heck no. I tried to match up both sides but the fleece material stretches all over and then one side is longer than the other, they are hanging over the end of the table and I am just baffled, having run out of options. Well, this whole time I didn’t utter one expletive#@%*#! I took the high road, took several deep breaths, realized that my brain was mush at this time of hour and tramped off to bed. Do you think I fell right asleep? No. After going through everything rolling around in my brain that has happened in the last 24 hours, I finally get situated and finally drift off to sleep……until my husband’s alarm goes off an hour later! Ahhhhh.
Well, once again I feel that I am back to where I started. I stopped writing and now I am going to start up again. I was going to get something accomplished while I was forty, but hey, I still have nine years left! How about that for a long term goal? Maybe I need to start with some short term goals first, like putting pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. This too I can do. Each day, even if it is just a couple of sentences. Even if the grammar is not all too correct, I will still write. I feel a little more witty and whole when I am writing and of course it always ends up therapeutic for me, so why do I stop? Well, I just don’t know. Maybe by the time I have written for a period of time I will figure this out. For now, I consider this the first step and I feel that I have gotten off to a good start. One down, many to go.
Why are you so funny? I just don’t understand. Is it because I can’t remember jokes very well? Yes. Is it because I can’t tell a joke ? Yes. What does Joke mean? Well, it means something said or done to evoke laughter or amusement, especially an amusing story with a punch line. Now that I have the definition, Joke, I still don’t like you very much. I still tell stories that are too long and I get lost. I can’t remember you and most of the time I don’t even get you. So before anyone gets hurt, let’s just call it quits and know that we are each good at our own thing.
I am sorry to inform you that I am letting you go. We have been together for a long time and it is now time for you to leave. After my affair with you, my love for chocolate remains but I cannot continue to have you around the house. You are a bad habit and bad habits have to go. No longer will you be in the cabinet, the freezer or even in the bedroom closet. You will simply be gone. No matter how hard I beg, you simply will not be asked back. The damage has been done, BUT I am pleased to inform you that the damage can be reversed, it is just going to take some time. Dark, white, milk, hot, any form that you come in, you are out of my life. There may be a time when I will be able to have you around in moderation but today that is just not the case. I just enjoy you too much. So, Chocolate, the tears are all dried up and you are all packed up and gone. Maybe , just maybe one day you will be asked to visit but until then, so long! Love,
Well, another Christmas come and gone. The stress of shopping is gone, the presents have all been opened and time with family is almost over. For me, I don’t dread the time with family. I really look forward to it. I am lucky. I hear the tales of woe over the holidays and I don’t have any to tell. My daughter was sick for two days before Christmas and I thought we were going to have to miss out on time with family. I have really good in-laws. In fact, they are the best. My children and I are so blessed to have grandparents that any child would love to have. They are very involved and very loving grandparents. The kids are very well-behaved when they are with their Mamaw and Papaw and I know it is because of the special time they are given when they are with them. These are the times that I feel blessed and I know my children feel blessed because this is the best time in their life. The time that my kids get to spend out in the country at the ranch are some of the best times yet. This is time where we can all relax and not have to worry about others and the kids can explore and run free, learning about nature. This is the special place that my kids can have with their grandparents and this will always be in their hearts. Thank you for these memories and for all of the blessings that you have given to me and to my family. Love, Karen
It’s funny, the word obstinate came up several times in the past week, and I actually saw an example of it in real life. From an adult of all people. I am so used to being around kids all day and used to kids being obstinate that I was really shocked when I saw this one mom being obstinate. To set up for a party at school you need one parent to be in charge of the whole thing and then you need a parent for each class. Well, in the class my daughter is in the mom went on her own and did directly what she was told not to do. I was so shocked that I didn’t say anything even when I knew what she did was not right. I was so upset that she did a game that involved presents and candy canes. When the story she was reading was over if you had a present you got to open it and if you had a candy cane that is what you got! UGH. The look on my daughter’s face was of confusion and of sadness. The look on my face was totally PISSED! What nerve. This woman had been told directly that she was not to do this and did it anyway. OBSTINATE. Adjective keeping firmly to your own ideas or ways ,even though they may be wrong. I have never been able to understand when adults act this way, but you know I guess they do. My daughter will be alright and you know what? All the “presents” that were given, just cheap and stupid!
I was watching a morning news show the other day and they were discussing manners and how rude people have gotten. That really stuck with me and made me examine how I am around people I know and also strangers. I consider myself OVERLY conscious of how I am treating people and if I am exhibiting rude behavior. I am considerate and kind to sales people in stores, to other customers , and I make sure that I don’t have my cell phone to my ear and have a conversation for the whole store to hear. One area in my life that I do struggle with is when I am in the car driving, and even that area has gotten better, possibly with age! I just don’t care that much anymore as long as I am safe and so are my passengers. Now, there is one other area I struggle with and that is my immediate family. Why is it so hard to show that same respect for them as it is for strangers? Is it because I feel safe around them? This is one area that I really need to explore and my husband would strongly agree with, that I need to show the same respect at home as I do outside of the home. This is a good goal for me to work on and one that I am sure I will be able to accomplish.
It is one of the great days of October when the last thing I want to do is get out of bed. It has been raining off and on all night and still raining again this morning. The temperatures are in the 60′s and all I am hearing is my alarm! Darn. Why aren’t you Saturday or Sunday? Why Monday? Do I really have to get up this morning? Yes. Yes I do. The kids need to get to school and I guess since I am up a work out won’t hurt either. Maybe I can get back in bed later. But first, I need to take my son to school. Maybe then. Or maybe not. It just isn’t the same as it was this morning, when it is dark and REALLY cool, when I am all warm under 2 layers of blankets, the dog by my side. Oh well………………..maybe tomorrow. Maybe not. But the next time it rains and it is the weekend, you better believe that I will be curled up under a lot of blankets, listening to the soft rain through the open windows, knowing that there will be no alarm, just the sounds of nature.
I wait and I wait and I wait. Why isn’t it happening? Ugh, this is driving me insane. It is affecting everything I do. I can’t get out of bed in the morning to help my daughter get ready for school. I get angry easily and my patience is thin. I have INSOMNIA, and I loathe it. I am not myself, I can hardly think and when I am driving I can hardly focus, I am on auto drive. Is this scary? Dangerous? Yes, I think so. Is it from my thyroid? I would like some answers. I want to just be able to get in bed at night, close my eyes and know that tonight, this will be the night that I get some sleep. I stay up late anyway, which isn’t the problem. It is getting to sleep and staying asleep. I will once again try to come up with a plan for sleeping this night. I will put the animals in their respective kennels, I will adjust the light so that I don’t see it, I will turn on the sound machine so that I have the proper nature noises and then I will settle in to read. Hoping, just hoping that tonight will be the night. I am not giving up just yet. I will beat you. You will not beat me. I am strong, and we will end this soon. I don’t like you and soon, very soon, you will be forgotten. INSOMNIA.