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February 22, 2007
my kingdom for some earplugs
This morning the bags under my have have bags too. Last night was a cacophony of sound preventing me from sleeping. I am a very light sleeper to begin with and wake at the drop of a stinking hat. I was already having overly weird dreams because I had been reading Cold Mountain then I watched Medium. I fell asleep around 10:30 and I left the window open because the days have been warm and the nights lovely and cool. Around 1 am I started dreaming about dogs attacking me and I woke because our three dogs, who sleep with us, were whining and restless. That's when I heard it, the creepist howling sounds and very close by. Grumpy came into the room and said, "Can you hear the coyotes howling?" I told him that they had awakened me. We stood in the window listening to the coyotes howling and the neighborhood dogs barking in a frenzed response. The coyotes were right on the other side of our wall in the street. It was sort of creepy but it also made me feel bad because we have encroached on their habitat so much. Finally, around 2, they moved on and I tried to go back to sleep. Grumpy fell right to sleep and right to snoring. Just as I started to doze off Little Duck started crying and wouldn't let up. He is sick and teething so for the last week or so he gets up at least 2 times a night. Lucky me. Anyway, I brought him out to the family room and parked myself in front of the tv. I proceeded to watch one of the cheesiest movies I have ever seen. Around this time, the dogs came from the bedroom and wanted to go outside. They were pacing the wall and sniffly madly. After Duck went back to bed I was once again wide awake. I decided to sleep on the couch around 3 with the sounds of our cats hissing and chasing each other and the cat door out to the garage opening and closing every five seconds. Little Duck started crying again but stopped just as I stopped swearing and decided to go check on him. So once again I found myself wide awake on the couch. At 5 Little Duck started crying once again and I had to bring him out to the family room. He promptly fell asleep face down on the carpet. I fell asleep again but woke up every twenty minutes or so because I was afraid I would oversleep and Little Bear would miss his bus. Well, I overslept anyway. I usually get up at 6:45 to get the kid ready. This morning I got up at 7:15 and only because there was a group of doves cooing on the roof.
I'm pretty sure it was my dad telling me to get up. I don't think I have told the story of my family and our connection to doves, but that's a story for another day and after I've had a nice long nap.
Posted by bugg at 07:05 AM | Comments (0)
February 14, 2007
valentine stuff
Happy Valentine's whatever. I am so not into this holiday, if that is what you want to call it. Grumpy and I are not the romantic types. We barely buy each other birthday cards.
I did spend all day Saturday making wax paper hearts for Little Bear's preschool class. I have no problem making little kids feel special, I'm not completely heartless and dead inside. But Little Bear got sick Sunday night with a terrible cold and a cough that makes my throat hurt and he has missed school everyday this week, so he doesn't even get to give out his valentine's. I hope his little girlfriend isn't too upset. So I will spend this day chasing the Duck around the house and tending to the needs of a sick, extremely whiny four year old who coughs so hard he throws up several times a day. Oh Happy day!
And what's going on people? No comments lately. Have I become that boring? Don't answer that.
Posted by bugg at 08:33 AM | Comments (6)
February 09, 2007
driven
I am an angry driver. I get beyond irritated with people who drive like assholes. I flip the bird, swear uncontrollably, and once in a state of blind rage I almost beat the ever loving shit out a very deserving girl. In my defense she cut me off so bad that she forced me into oncoming traffic and I almost had a head on collision with a pick up truck. I would have been able to recover if she had waved or something to apologize but instead when I honked at her, she gave me the finger. That was my undoing. I followed her for over twenty minutes. She knew it and just kept driving. She was too afriad to stop anywhere, smart girl. So finally at a stop light in the middle of rush hour trafficI got out of my car, went up to her window and verbally throttled her and then threatened her life. She was shaking in her boots. Anyone who has seen me truly and violently mad will understand. Grumpy says everything changes and he says when I use "the voice" he knows to stand down. But I digress, threatening that fool made me feel a little better anyway. If she had gotten out of her car I would have beaten her to a pulp because of the intense adrenaline rush I was having from almost dying.
I just read something right up my alley and it sounds like such a good idea. I have never laughed so hard as when I read Augusten Burrough's book Possible Side Affects. He had a friend who, like me, cannot tolerate shitty drivers, especially people who cut you off, and don't use their turn signals. So, his friend made a variety of large signs with slogans that range from "be a considerate driver", "use your turn signal", "don't tailgate" and so on. No swearing, nothing vulgar and all completly innocuous. But then to drive the point home all the slogans were pasted to giant blown up photos of hard core "more graphic, triple-x shots from Dutch and German porn magazines, often sadisitc." This made me almost pee myself from laughter and from envisioning flashing one of those at one of the countless inconsiderate mofo's around here, like the large mormom woman with the CTR (Choose the Right) sticker on her giant ass Suburban, and her license plate that reads 6-kids. She cut me off so hard as we approached a red light that I almost rear-ended her ass. I was made even more angry because she didn't even seem to notice or care, even after I honked at her. Stupid moron (mormon). Did you know mormons wear "special underwear"? Swear to God, I'm not making it up.
Posted by bugg at 07:28 AM | Comments (0)
February 07, 2007
brrrr and achoo
I am laughing a tad bit at all the news reports about that nasty snow pounding the midwest and northeast. My mom has been snowed in for about four days now. She has to have someone come shovel over three feet of snow off of her roof. Now I remember the reason I moved away from Michigan.
Today, here, it is 81 degrees. I'm wearing shorts and shades and sipping lemonade on the back patio. ahhh.
In other news, I had my allergy tests today. I am allergic to sage brush, and a zillion other things! Thrilling. The good news is I get to start allergy shots in a couple of weeks. Sweet relief.
We have some weird things going on with our internet and phone service too. The internet hasn't worked all stinking day and most of yesterday. And, we can't answer the phone. The answering machine can pick up but I can't even get a dial tone!
Posted by bugg at 04:29 PM | Comments (0)
February 06, 2007
i am broken
There is something wrong with me. Ever since this hives thing started, I have been a mess. I am exhausted all the time. My nose is stuffy, my head hurts, my throat is sore and I am hoarse all the time. It takes everything I have to get up and shower. I am dizzy constantly and have to lay still to feel any better. I am wiped out.
Tomorrow I have to go back to the allergist for testing. I also will be getting tested for some thyroid problem. Apparently there is a thyroid disorder that causes hives or something. Who knew. I can't even be witty it takes too much effort.
Posted by bugg at 11:18 AM | Comments (0)