I found out from work last week that they are sending me to a conference in Las Vegas!! Woohoo!!
I'm very excited! The conference is at the Bellagio - so fancy!
Husband isn't able to come - but I am going with my boss and his boss.
I love conferences. I always leave them feeling all motivated and full of ideas. Combine that with escaping everyday life for a while and I come back feeling even more refreshed!!
The next few weeks better fly by - I'm so excited already!!
Thursday
Night Musings - Jan 23
Good lord - it appears that my stupid musings have gained a small,
insane but vaguely loyal following. Fine - you are all bcc'd and can
be those mysterious unnamed "friends" I mention on my blog.
It's 410am....been awake for 10-15 min and my brain won't shut off.
Why does it do this?
Task lists, priorities, friends, housekeeping, my lunch later today -
I am thinking of things so fast that I feel like I'm in a scene on tv
when a character is about to die and their life flashes before their
eyes. Only instead of meaningful profound moments it is piles of
meaningless crap.
Ok, to be fair, it's not all meaningless but I don't care what it is -
its not helpful to fixate on it at 4am.
I find myself glaring at my peacefully sleeping husband resisting the
childish urge to poke him in the ear and scream irrationally "What is
the secret to staying asleep all night?"
Meanwhile my eyes glance back at the clock in rising panic seeing that
even more minutes have ticked by and I still have not resumed my
dream of winning the lottery and buying a Bluetooth shower iPod
thingy.
I am going to hit send now. You can fight and bet amongst yourselves
to figure out if I can fall asleep before my 530 alarm today. :)
insane but vaguely loyal following. Fine - you are all bcc'd and can
be those mysterious unnamed "friends" I mention on my blog.
It's 410am....been awake for 10-15 min and my brain won't shut off.
Why does it do this?
Task lists, priorities, friends, housekeeping, my lunch later today -
I am thinking of things so fast that I feel like I'm in a scene on tv
when a character is about to die and their life flashes before their
eyes. Only instead of meaningful profound moments it is piles of
meaningless crap.
Ok, to be fair, it's not all meaningless but I don't care what it is -
its not helpful to fixate on it at 4am.
I find myself glaring at my peacefully sleeping husband resisting the
childish urge to poke him in the ear and scream irrationally "What is
the secret to staying asleep all night?"
Meanwhile my eyes glance back at the clock in rising panic seeing that
even more minutes have ticked by and I still have not resumed my
dream of winning the lottery and buying a Bluetooth shower iPod
thingy.
I am going to hit send now. You can fight and bet amongst yourselves
to figure out if I can fall asleep before my 530 alarm today. :)
Night Musings - Jan 16
Hello couch!
Did you miss me?
Do you know what I Hate most about getting the flu shot? Not getting
the shot itself but my brain. They spend so much time telling you the
effects you may get from it that by the time they squeeze the plunger
I'm positive that my throat is closing up and I'm having a reaction. I
swallow 1000 times to reassure myself that my passages are still open.
Lol
The kids did great. The nasal spray is the way to go for sure. No
tears, no screams. the boy volunteered to go first and was terrified
but then so relieved. The girl was excited and just wanted to go. They
are such opposites.
Now my arm is sore and I can't lay on that side comfortably. I
couldn't lay on my other side because the husband was facing that way
and I'd have to deal with my "don't breathe on me" phobia. :)
Couple that with 10 million thoughts about work and the department and
I had to move to survive.
That doesn't mean I'll sleep though....
:)
Sleep is overrated.
Did you miss me?
Do you know what I Hate most about getting the flu shot? Not getting
the shot itself but my brain. They spend so much time telling you the
effects you may get from it that by the time they squeeze the plunger
I'm positive that my throat is closing up and I'm having a reaction. I
swallow 1000 times to reassure myself that my passages are still open.
Lol
The kids did great. The nasal spray is the way to go for sure. No
tears, no screams. the boy volunteered to go first and was terrified
but then so relieved. The girl was excited and just wanted to go. They
are such opposites.
Now my arm is sore and I can't lay on that side comfortably. I
couldn't lay on my other side because the husband was facing that way
and I'd have to deal with my "don't breathe on me" phobia. :)
Couple that with 10 million thoughts about work and the department and
I had to move to survive.
That doesn't mean I'll sleep though....
:)
Sleep is overrated.
Night Musings
sent to friends at 2:42am last night
replying to one of them mocking me for laying out my clothes the night before....he said "LOL. You are such a mom. Laying your school clothes out the night before."
I guess to get the real picture you'd have to read what I sent before the mockery began:
replying to one of them mocking me for laying out my clothes the night before....he said "LOL. You are such a mom. Laying your school clothes out the night before."
Lol - being "such a mom" would imply that I do this for my kids. ;)
I have to have my clothes ready on a work day. I am the first one up. Not only am I unable to form enough coherent thought at 5:20 or 5:40 to choose clothing but I also prefer not to open my eyes until closer to 6. :) :) I even had husband install a dimmer in our bathroom just so I don't have to have lights on until I'm fully conscious. :)
Like now... I'm sleep texting. How else can you explain my being awake at this time??? Sigh. I hate being right all the time. ;)
I guess to get the real picture you'd have to read what I sent before the mockery began:
I'm dragging my ass to bed...I'm nodding off on the couch. Let's face it, I slept awesome last night. It's inevitable that I'm going to be awake in the night freaking out about something stupid. Might as well get a head start. :) Besides, it takes a good 30-45 minutes of puttering before I am actually in bed anyway. Gotta lay out the clothes for the next day, take out meat for supper tomorrow, brush teeth, fluff pillows, tuck in my corners of the bed so i still have covers in the morning, stare at myself in the mirror and wonder if i should cut my hair, wonder where a necklace went, hunt for it, find a slipper, wonder where the other one is, see a book and start reading it, realize my hands are dry and find some lotion etc. Guys just get up, remove their clothes and pass out. Boys are dumb...how do they get anything done?
Night Musings
sent to friends at 2:48am Dec 17
Awake again but not for work related reasons today....
The reason is too boring to dissect so let's cover random thoughts instead .
* Last night around 930pm I posted the photo of the kids wrapped in
Christmas lights, mouths covered in duct tape, back to back in front
of the tree, on Facebook. As of right now there are 21 likes on it.
This makes me smile.
* I finished the Steve jobs biography on Saturday. To sum it up - he
was a brilliant asshole. An interesting read. I then started reading
"Left Neglected" - a novel I had downloaded in April before our
vacation. I never read it then because I got sucked into the world of
walking dead comics. Somehow it grew cyber dust which I blew off
Saturday night. I can't put this book down. I am at 30% already and
have whispered apologies to the book for ignoring it before.
* the boy asked me how much we paid in daycare each month and I added
it up and told him while throwing up in my mouth a little. I realized
that in 6-7 years from now there will be no daycare fees and no car
payment. The thought makes me giggle like a school girl.
* the kids and I had fun this weekend... Visited Santa, decorated a
gingerbread house, played Xbox, played sorry, helped the girl go
Christmas shopping at the dollar store, took the girl for a sleigh
ride followed by some snow play, finished reading Willie wonka and the
choc factory with the boy, baked two kinds of cookies and
washed/folder 5 loads if laundry. The girl has a talent for folding
wash cloths / towels and the boy for matching/folding socks.
* this made me think about socks and I was about to launch a tirade
about single socks and my hatred of washing them... But I think I've
babbled enough.
Caffeine will be needed tomorrow...today....
Tuesday
Testing the picture part
This is a test
This is my sons room and a Bellini I had last week.
Yay! Blogger app is fixed!
This is my sons room and a Bellini I had last week.
Yay! Blogger app is fixed!
Night musings
Bet you thought I started sleeping through the night eh? Sorry to disappoint - I've just been staring at the ceiling instead of musing. This does not appear to be any more effective in helping me sleep.
As of right now we have five more minutes of daylight each day compared with 10 days ago. This excites me. I hate the darkness lasting so long.
I hear the wind blowing outside rattling the house. Is this what woke me up? It makes me think of the book Flowers in the Attic and I have to repress the urge to go sunbathe on the rooftop.
Writing this on the blogger app so I better keep it short in case it vanishes. They just updated it again.
As of right now we have five more minutes of daylight each day compared with 10 days ago. This excites me. I hate the darkness lasting so long.
I hear the wind blowing outside rattling the house. Is this what woke me up? It makes me think of the book Flowers in the Attic and I have to repress the urge to go sunbathe on the rooftop.
Writing this on the blogger app so I better keep it short in case it vanishes. They just updated it again.
Saturday
Let It Snow...
Ignore the sad garbage and recycling in the background. It wasn't garbage day yet!!
We hadn't shoveled because... well there is no sad little excuse that explains it.
My husband took this picture and there is just something about the snow...
We hadn't shoveled because... well there is no sad little excuse that explains it.
My husband took this picture and there is just something about the snow...
Fight against the zombies...
I think perhaps we have been watching a little too much Walking Dead.
and then just in case the snow blower isn't enough to take care of the unwanted visitors, this guy should be able to handle it....
Friday
Crunching Leaves
It's cold and I want a fireplace. Nothing has changed there.
I have a bunch of pictures stuck on my camera that it's time to download. They made me think of warmer times. During my lunch hours in the fall I would walk. Looking for a tree with red leaves. Not really caring if I didn't find it because any colored leaves will do. Enjoying the crunch crunch beneath my feet while enjoying the older houses with their old trees.
Just before the snow came I found this tree. The leaves wanted to change to red but the weather changed first. It snowed and snowed and then froze. The leaves fell off - still green. Maybe next year.
I have a bunch of pictures stuck on my camera that it's time to download. They made me think of warmer times. During my lunch hours in the fall I would walk. Looking for a tree with red leaves. Not really caring if I didn't find it because any colored leaves will do. Enjoying the crunch crunch beneath my feet while enjoying the older houses with their old trees.
Wednesday
Testing blogger app again
In case the magic works at 2:12 on 2012/12/12.
'Cause you just never know right?
'Cause you just never know right?
Tuesday
the Blogger app
Found out tonight that Blogger now has an app!! I got excited! Freakishly excited if I'm confessing honestly.
The thought that I could blog anytime, anywhere...
I could blog in the night - where things at 3am seem so dramatic and important. Then I could revel in the inevitable embarrassment the next day reading what I had just published.
I could blog walking down the road - like the other phone walker zombies that inhabit my world.
I could blog while cooking supper...providing my overgrown thumb wouldn't mash the keys rendering my musings intelligible.
I could even blog...in the bathroom. Gasp. I know, right? Who does that?
I would - just to say that I did. Oh and my co-worker...but he just really likes bathrooms for some reason.
Anyway - I could go on but let's keep this rated G today. I downloaded that app and found out that it is fantastically craptacular. Wait until the update if you are considering downloading it. The screen doesn't scroll when you type so that any post longer than 4 sentences lives in your imagination until you say that you are done and want to re-read it. Don't even think about clicking the photo icon because if you try and add a photo - it will erase the blog entry you just did! Gah!
I had to fish out my laptop and share - just in case it saves someone some grief!
The thought that I could blog anytime, anywhere...
I could blog in the night - where things at 3am seem so dramatic and important. Then I could revel in the inevitable embarrassment the next day reading what I had just published.
I could blog walking down the road - like the other phone walker zombies that inhabit my world.
I could blog while cooking supper...providing my overgrown thumb wouldn't mash the keys rendering my musings intelligible.
I could even blog...in the bathroom. Gasp. I know, right? Who does that?
I would - just to say that I did. Oh and my co-worker...but he just really likes bathrooms for some reason.
Anyway - I could go on but let's keep this rated G today. I downloaded that app and found out that it is fantastically craptacular. Wait until the update if you are considering downloading it. The screen doesn't scroll when you type so that any post longer than 4 sentences lives in your imagination until you say that you are done and want to re-read it. Don't even think about clicking the photo icon because if you try and add a photo - it will erase the blog entry you just did! Gah!
I had to fish out my laptop and share - just in case it saves someone some grief!
Friday
Ice Cream Induced...
3:25am
Note to self:
Just because one has a craving for a peanut buster parfait at 930pm
does not mean one should indulge in this craving, especially when said
individual is not 21 anymore.
Clearly my aged digestive system would have preferred something akin
to a warm mash or a saltine instead.
I believe it was the horrible gurgling sounds that woke me up in the
first place but it was my big dumb stupid brain that started thinking
about work.
I won't even confess what ridiculously small work thing I am fixating
on at 315am. Even though every topic seems infinitely more profound at
3am- some tiny rusty logical part of my brain knows that this is just
weird instead. I tentatively propose that hot fudge causes neurons to
misfire. I have been having the same work dream looping through my
head all night. That...or I truly am losing my mind.
You'd think that if I truly was losing my mind I wouldn't know or
recognize it so it must be the hot fudge. Or the peanuts. Or the ice
cream. Damn you delectable treat for bringing work into my life at
3am!!!
Helllllloooo random brain synapses - cross the streams and let me
leave the work world behind in favor of something darker and more
titillating....
Like zombies.
There's always room for zombies.
Nom nom nom.... Brains.....
Note to self:
Just because one has a craving for a peanut buster parfait at 930pm
does not mean one should indulge in this craving, especially when said
individual is not 21 anymore.
Clearly my aged digestive system would have preferred something akin
to a warm mash or a saltine instead.
I believe it was the horrible gurgling sounds that woke me up in the
first place but it was my big dumb stupid brain that started thinking
about work.
I won't even confess what ridiculously small work thing I am fixating
on at 315am. Even though every topic seems infinitely more profound at
3am- some tiny rusty logical part of my brain knows that this is just
weird instead. I tentatively propose that hot fudge causes neurons to
misfire. I have been having the same work dream looping through my
head all night. That...or I truly am losing my mind.
You'd think that if I truly was losing my mind I wouldn't know or
recognize it so it must be the hot fudge. Or the peanuts. Or the ice
cream. Damn you delectable treat for bringing work into my life at
3am!!!
Helllllloooo random brain synapses - cross the streams and let me
leave the work world behind in favor of something darker and more
titillating....
Like zombies.
There's always room for zombies.
Nom nom nom.... Brains.....
Tuesday
Random Mind Vomit...
2:31am...sent to Mrs Smith and Seth
the boy was coughing too much...
I delivered him some medicine
Upon returning to my cozy nest i became obsessed by work thoughts again. I hate that. I can tell myself that I am just one person and that there are at most 7 working hours in one day but that doesn't shut up those thoughts. I like to cross things off my list not make the list longer. My brain is not helpful in this desire. In an attempt to mentally stab my brain with a qtip I forced my thoughts away from work trying to immerse myself in one of my favorite daydreams.
Even relaxing in my lounge chair i couldn't stay focused and that's when i realized that today was my Grandma's birthday. Born in 1927 she would have been 85 today. She was nutty. She walked with heavy feet and when she hugged you it would crack your ribs. She wore green nail polish and knitted slippers & mittens while watching baseball on TV. On almost every visit you could be sure to be shown her latest garage sale finds and encouraged to put a few pieces into the puzzle she had going on the kitchen table. If you were unlucky enough to be sitting near her as she went through her fridge you might have her appear behind you with a spoon saying "taste this, i think it's rancid." She was definitely an early bird and most mornings could be found smoking a cigarette at the kitchen table playing solitaire while bread dough sat rising on the counter. She had the most distinctive contagious laugh and I don't think anyone in our family can not remember her yelling YAHTZEE loud enough to scare dust bunnies. No one loved Christmas more than her and I think she would have been happy that I've been singing Christmas carols for 2 weeks already.
Happy Birthday Grandma! I'll try and crack my kid's ribs today in your honor and might even be able to squeeze out a yelled "Yahtzee" for no reason other than to make my work mates think I've truly gone off the deep end this time...
the boy was coughing too much...
I delivered him some medicine
Upon returning to my cozy nest i became obsessed by work thoughts again. I hate that. I can tell myself that I am just one person and that there are at most 7 working hours in one day but that doesn't shut up those thoughts. I like to cross things off my list not make the list longer. My brain is not helpful in this desire. In an attempt to mentally stab my brain with a qtip I forced my thoughts away from work trying to immerse myself in one of my favorite daydreams.
Even relaxing in my lounge chair i couldn't stay focused and that's when i realized that today was my Grandma's birthday. Born in 1927 she would have been 85 today. She was nutty. She walked with heavy feet and when she hugged you it would crack your ribs. She wore green nail polish and knitted slippers & mittens while watching baseball on TV. On almost every visit you could be sure to be shown her latest garage sale finds and encouraged to put a few pieces into the puzzle she had going on the kitchen table. If you were unlucky enough to be sitting near her as she went through her fridge you might have her appear behind you with a spoon saying "taste this, i think it's rancid." She was definitely an early bird and most mornings could be found smoking a cigarette at the kitchen table playing solitaire while bread dough sat rising on the counter. She had the most distinctive contagious laugh and I don't think anyone in our family can not remember her yelling YAHTZEE loud enough to scare dust bunnies. No one loved Christmas more than her and I think she would have been happy that I've been singing Christmas carols for 2 weeks already.
Happy Birthday Grandma! I'll try and crack my kid's ribs today in your honor and might even be able to squeeze out a yelled "Yahtzee" for no reason other than to make my work mates think I've truly gone off the deep end this time...
Thursday
Middle of the Night Thoughts...
Night Musings sent to friends at 2:10am
I am waiting for the body groove on the couch to warm up and my
Grandma quilt to stop my shivering so you two can enjoy? my useless
musings....
I want a magic wand.
I have a magic wand. I think today it's name is Carl. It came with the
fisher price magic show that I got when I was 9 or 10 years old. I
pulled out the set yesterday and showed some tricks to my kids. Even
though DS knew how some of the tricks worked, even he got caught
up when I made Carl come to life and produce a flower while I was
apparently focusing on making a ball disappear instead. Hearingmy daughter 's
belly laugh every time I did it made it obvious that Carl
still has some magic left in him.
I feel sorry for people who have lost their delight at the little
things. I still can't help but smile when I see someone throw pizza
dough in the air, when fireworks go off, when the Bellagio fountains
dance or when my peppermint mocha is just so. I wonder if these
things make my face light up like my daughter's does when we dance in
the kitchen, sip pretend tea or when Carl sneaks out unannounced from
the top of my old wand.
I want a magic wand. One that works and takes away people's pain and
brings back the sparkle in their eye. I think we need more Carl's in
our lives.
While I'm wishing for magic.... It can't hurt to wish that my inlaws
in Arizona were the lucky winners of that record powerball lottery
last night. Apparently the winning ticket came from there. I would buy
myself a fireplace. I would hire someone to have thoughts in the
middle of the night for me. I would buy a peppermint mocha... With
sprinkles.
I am waiting for the body groove on the couch to warm up and my
Grandma quilt to stop my shivering so you two can enjoy? my useless
musings....
I want a magic wand.
I have a magic wand. I think today it's name is Carl. It came with the
fisher price magic show that I got when I was 9 or 10 years old. I
pulled out the set yesterday and showed some tricks to my kids. Even
though DS knew how some of the tricks worked, even he got caught
up when I made Carl come to life and produce a flower while I was
apparently focusing on making a ball disappear instead. Hearingmy daughter 's
belly laugh every time I did it made it obvious that Carl
still has some magic left in him.
I feel sorry for people who have lost their delight at the little
things. I still can't help but smile when I see someone throw pizza
dough in the air, when fireworks go off, when the Bellagio fountains
dance or when my peppermint mocha is just so. I wonder if these
things make my face light up like my daughter's does when we dance in
the kitchen, sip pretend tea or when Carl sneaks out unannounced from
the top of my old wand.
I want a magic wand. One that works and takes away people's pain and
brings back the sparkle in their eye. I think we need more Carl's in
our lives.
While I'm wishing for magic.... It can't hurt to wish that my inlaws
in Arizona were the lucky winners of that record powerball lottery
last night. Apparently the winning ticket came from there. I would buy
myself a fireplace. I would hire someone to have thoughts in the
middle of the night for me. I would buy a peppermint mocha... With
sprinkles.
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