Dream Hangover

The sleep I had last night is comparable to dog vomit. It was one of those nights that you are consciously aware that you are in the bed trying to sleep but you know you're not. Instead of being in a sleep coma - which I love - I was slightly awake, slightly drowsy, kind-of-sort-of sleeping. I woke up every hour or so, looked at the clock and thought "Wow. I've got some more time to sleep." Then I would go back to sleep - if that's what you call it- wake up again an hour later and think "Wow. I really don't have that much more time to sleep. Sleep dammit! Do it!" Then I had horrible dreams. It was the one where I hear someone is knocking on the door and it is so damn real that I can't tell if I'm dreaming or it is really happening and my mind is just trying to secretly work it into the dream. Deep down I know that the person knocking on the door is a baaad person. I know this is going to be grizzly. Sure enough, he comes barreling through the door (in my dream my boyfriend opens the door without a crazy weapon that you pick up on the way to the door. Which we all know any of us would grab a bat, knife or go all Joan Crawford and grab a wire hanger to ignite fear in the unwelcome visitor). Needless to say, the boogieman bursts through the door with a gun and holds us both hostage for days. We try to escape at one point, only to be caught. When we are caught, we both know the consequences will be astronomical. True. I am forced to have a long crochet needle poked through my gums. ???WTF??? Where does my subconscious come up with such evil things? Plus a crochet needle would never make it through your gums. Duh. The second part of punishment for trying to escape is that we are demanded to eat a sandwich that we had to make with peanut butter and those pixie sticks - you know the ones with the sugar stuff down in the stick? Thinking about it now, that kind of sandwich doesn't really sound all that bad. But at the time I was balling, thinking "How am I going to eat this horrid poison?" Around about that time, I woke up. Whew. Just think. I might not have ever escaped and would have been forced to eat candy and learn to crochet with my own torture device. Yuck.
Anyway, the point I am trying to get to is that I am unbelievably tired. I'm on my second cup of coffee and pondering having yet another bagel. Food will give me strength. Bagels are the breakfast of champions. Poo. I'm going out to my car to take a nap.

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(In a whisper with a low bass back beat) The President is coming...the President is coming...(fingersnap, fingersnap). Maybe looking something like this:

Wouldn't that be exciting! WOW.

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Sunday

The 3rd birthday party for Riley bug went off without a hitch. Lots of fun...lots of cupcakes, punch, and presents. No cupcakes left so I didn't get to stuff my face with any. Darn. Well, there was one yellow cupcake with white icing left...pass! Not chocolate, not mine. So now I am left to sort through some new toys and get rid of some old stuff in the apartment so we have room. I still haven't given him my gift. He has been asking for a kite so I grab the little guy one. And that kid at the park didn't even know I took it! :)

Get your party on

Riley's 3rd birthday party is this Sunday. I am already exhausted just thinking about it. I need to fix 24 cupcakes. Riley wants to help put icing on them and then sprinkles. Don't forget the sprinkles mommy! Should be pretty fun. He loves to bake and I like being able to share that with him. He loves making his own eggs. Cracking the egg, stirring it with a fork, adding some shredded cheese and then I help him pour it in the pan. He makes great eggs!
Its those moments right before the party that gets a little wild. Getting everything set up, taped up, wrapped up. Set the punch out. I didn't do cake so that I wouldn't have to deal with forks and cutting cake. This way, everyone grabs a cupcake and enjoys. Might make some cookies too. Add more work to my list. Why not?
Well, he's excited. I'm excited. He keeps on asking me if his party is in 2 more minutes. No...2 more days. :)

Walker Texas Roadhouse, TR for short

Damn Texas Roadhouse. When I'm leaving work they are just getting their grills started for dinner. I'm walking out to my car, salivating over the smell of bbq ribs, steaks, chicken and lord knows what else they are slathering the sauce on down there. Baked potatoes....MAN! Not fair. Not fair. I get into my car knowing full well that what I will be eating shortly will consist of something wrapped in plastic that I have to nuke for 3 minutes or a cold bowl of crunchy cereal that I can't leave sitting for longer than 1 minute because it could fall victim to soggy monster. But, as soon as I get on the road and that smell leaves my nostrils I am onto other things...forgetting about that mouth watering, mind-altering state of starvation I was in a few seconds earlier.

Stinky Monday

Here I go again with a sinus cold. I just got over the last one about 2 weeks ago. The one that was in my left nostril. This time its living in my right nostril. So I cannot breathe nor do I want to. It hurts. I've been jacked up on Sudafed, Emergen-C, Vitamin C and Gatorade. I decided to rent a movie so that laying on the couch would be for a reason other than having no energy. I rented I Hate Valentine's Day. It was pretty terrible. There were 2 or 3 good, mushy, goopy parts that made me think of my sweet and sexy Papa Bear, who took care of me this weekend while I was weak, stinky, and sweaty from sickness. What a sweetie pie.
So while I sit here feeling like roadkill I do want to say Happy Birthday to Glenn Miller. What a pick me up on a day like today. Turn on a little bit of Glenn and I feel like putting on a silk robe, fuzzy topped slingbacks, swishing a martini at 2:00 in the afternoon and telling the pool boy to do a better job next time, baby - the Chairman of the Board is coming over for drinks and there's no time for dilly-dallying. Wowee.
I have had a bowl of turkey chili and that seemed to make me feel good too. I had lost 2 1/2 pounds last week put ended up gaining it back after chowing down at Thai Orchid on Friday night, then Mela's on Saturday night, rounded out by a nice cheesy Frank's pizza on Sunday. But back on the wagon today. Wish me luck. I'll let you know how it goes this week.
Signing off from sick island,