Monday, September 19, 2011

Of sleepy random things

That's Shelly.
Her eyes fell off, so she is just Shell now. Rory made it for me a few days ago- in one of her crafty moments.

Right now,
It is like way late for me, way early in the morning ..
the kid puked chunks of pineapple all over her bed.
.... and it doesn't look like I will be sleeping for a bit.

So, how about I sleepily post some random things?

My back hurts. It's all spasmy and achy. I don't get back aches often,
I don't like it.I feel old , and curmudgeony , can it be over now?

I took a picture of my neighbors flowers the other day
.. I don't know if they are actually planted , or wild
- that neighbor appears to be a bit of a hoarder, it is truly hard to sprouted up between their year round snowman lawn light decorations . That is a classic fall design element right there, so I'm guessing it was planted.
I always thought those plants were sort of rare and not really a hardy wildflower,
because they mainly grow on the dunes by the beach(and touching dune plants is a huge NO-NO).
... but apparently they are pretty hardy sand flowers that grow up in the cracks in the sidewalk and stuff..
and I am an idiot.

I'd trade some jasmine for some of those in the backyard..
Seriously, that jasmine is trying to overtake my yard.

The kid was too busy running to the neighbor kid's house to let me get that picture the other day, I had to get it while she was gone.
She is big like that,
she spends most afternoons at her friends houses' , or playing in the yard with them ,Or bringing her friends over her to destroy them at some wii game she knows how to play and they don't. (which I don't encourage because they are so loud, and Ri sleeps that time of day ).
I've sort of missed her around.
Not as much as Ri has...
It has been pretty hard having her dad sleeping while she is home and awake. :(
At least ,they get so spend weekends together. I think he only let me sleep in on Saturday morning so he could have that time with her. lol

The dog will never leave me though,she is now past the age of wanting to hang with the neighbor dogs, and seems to find most of them annoying.
I am going to get her a microchip on her next vet visit so she CAN'T leave me. Now matter how annoying I get.

I think the dog is the only one who won't laugh at all my dumb mistakes.
..ok, she will- but I won't notice as badly, and I need that.
Gah, lately more than ever I seem to have this wonderful ability to fuck things up.and, in classic me way- the harder I try to get it right, is just the further I will screw it all up.I'm sure 90% of those slips, and missteps have only been noticed by me.. but
Still annoying.

Can I just get one thing right? Can the universe just gimme me one little karmic something to balance all that out.. because really , lame indy nerd humor ( that only my husband and/or sisters get), and random pop trivia knowledge only gets me so far.

I need a real talent.. or cleverness to use a real talent.
Need profit.

... then I could go to fancy restaurants.. instead of places like this:

The service is nice, and it is nearby--- but the food is so hard and plasticy, and not filling at all.

.. besides , they seem to go through young employees like crazy, there is a new chef in that kitchen once a week.

Randomness : ---
I have a scar on my forehead from chicken pox.. I actually sort of like it, because it shows up almost like a dimple when I smile. it looks bigger right now though, because I am tired, and that just makes me look old(er?).

We have this weird nor'easter which is making the wind blow, and it feel all crisp and fallish, kicking up a little rain too. It is sort of nice.
Well. it is not sweltering , that is nice.
The wind blowing all the neighbors plants into their motion sensor lights isnt so nice ( I keep seeing lights blink and thinking someone is here, paranoid)
the beach is all kicked up with jellyfish, Ri came home twice this (last) week covered in welts. I wouldn't have gone in. weirdo.
... but I probably wouldn't have gone with the temp being so low , either.
I love the beach.. but only that 10% of the year when the conditions are perfect.

As I look at the time on my phone,
a week or so ago, I was getting up to get the kid ready for school
and my phone rang,
Who the heck calls me at 7am? - it was my dad asking if I was "up getting the kid ready for school ,yet."
Me:Well.yeah "Is everything ok?"
he says : "yeah, I just have your old phone" know you can turn the alarm off , Dad.
Dad: I don't want to, It makes me think of you every day.

That is adorable.

There is something weird going on with me and the number 420... (and it has nothing to do with the obvious drug culture reference.. besides the fact that I have dreadlocks, I really don't do drugs -except caffeine and nicotine, which I should really quit-).. the number just keeps coming up, showing up.
$4.20 is my change, 4:20 is what time I need to get food out of the oven, it's when I look at my phone-- weirder still, it was my flight time on that trip to STL , it is Rory's girl scout troop number, and it was my due date 10 years ago when I miscarried (Which I only remember because I remembered I peed on the pregnancy test the day before 9/11.. then had a stressful day of thinking the world was ending and not being able to smoke , and fearing being pregnant with the world ending.) I haven't decided if this number is good , or horrible to me, it comes up to often.Why that number, it is a really horrible cosmic joke.
I swear I am doomed to be mistaken for a drughead no matter what I do.

there are a dozen things I need to do right now, and i don't think I can do any of them because they require something I don't have to do it with. ..
at least that's what I tell people, until I start to believe it ... like when the carpet was dirty and I thought I was out of vacuum bags., they were in the closet, under the hose attachment ."This vacuum has a hose attachment, what the heck?"

Well , before I get even more paranoid as the insomnia sets in. I think I will take a nap and hope the kid stays asleep ,and whatever made her puke was short lived, and she is all better when she wakes up.


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