I *finally* went to sleep, after tossing/turning for an hour followed by spooning, which calmed me down... aaahhh... there's nothing like human contact for the needy...
Award time (although not related to my taming the Zs) here it is:
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
This is truly the last entry for... until I sleep.
Anyway, following the entry about the Cultured Dairy Snack, I remember when my niece and nephew were visiting from Argentina, where the cats are just cats (I'm really going somewhere with this).
At the time we had 4 dogs and a cat. I'd never been known to my family as a cat person so both my niece and nephew were a little surprised when they saw Zihua gliding by. One of them asked if I was worried about the dogs living with a cat, so I told them no because I felt confident about how the dogs treated that very sweet kitty. Then they asked if the scratching wasn't a problem, given that we had leather sofas and wood furniture. Well again I said no, because she'd been declawed. Then they asked if I wasn't worried about her getting pregnant, given that's something cats do (by the way, find "Cats and Dogs" written sometime after Feb.) and they do quite often. One more time I said no because she'd been fixed.
Then came a long pause. No questions, no comments, just silence.
One of them finally broke the quiet and with a sly smile said "So, if she one day starts meowing incessantly, will you have her vocal cords removed?" and we all laughed uncontrolablly at how ridiculous it all seemed... But while I laughed, I remembered there was a time when I didn't know about these "advancements" and a cat was just a cat and they scratched you if you annoyed them.
The answer to their vocal cord question? Maybe.
Then if I did, could say I have a "cultured" cat?
Ok, I shall try to sleep now. I hope the sun doesn't come up until 3pm.
I hope the phone doesn't ring, the dogs don't bark ever again and I hope the kids will go upstairs to the studio and self-homeschool themselves all the way to 12th grade in one day.
I also hope I can fall asleep when I lie down.
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What time is it anyway?
In our silly attempts to not only control the universe, but to also eat whatever we want without actually ingesting it, we somehow gave the good folks at Dannon the brilliant idea that their new "Carb Control" yogurt could be a good thing to put out on the supermarket shelves.
I tried this whatever it was only because I started using coupons (I figured out you can actually get free stuff) and this was one of those free items. Yes I know, "now we know why it was free." But seriously? It tasted nothing remotely like any yogurt I ever had anywhere, ever. As a matter of fact, as soon as the spoon went in my mouth I panicked on how the new medicine must be altering my mind as I clearly recall getting a yogurt out of the fridge and this was not yogurt. It was whipped Ivory liquid soap with artificial berry extracts and a topped off with a bag of aspartame. I then looked at the container, it read: "Dannon (R) Light'n Fit Carb Control Strawberries 'N Cream NATURALLY AND ARTIFICIALLY FLAVORED. 80% less sugar and 1/3 fewer calories than regular lowfat yogurt. Keep refrigerated..." blah, blah, blah... and THEN... in the smallest of print...
"Cultured Dairy Snack"
So there you have it. I was right it was not yogurt. They compared it to yogurt, but they never stated it was yogurt. Be proud, you're actually eating a "Cultured" dairy snack as opposed to an "uncultured"(?) one I guess? Because we put our culture all over it... ahaha... yessiree... it is cultured and it was free. Whew.
Ok, so last night I went to bed at 8:30.
Not p.m., A.M.
At about 10:15 a.m. my husband woke me up because I was asleep in my daughter Clara's bed and he wasn't sure why. I was mad at him the night before and I didn't want to forget, so I slept alone -- get my logic? If I wake up in a different place then I'll remember I was mad at him as soon as I get up! Otherwise as soon as he gives me the little good morning kisses on my neck that I just looooove I will forget I was angry in the first place, nevermind what it was that originally pissed me off... Hmmm... I'll have to figure out a way so I can remember that too...
Now it's 2:47 am and I'm writing. I'VE SLEPT 1:45 HOURS AND I AM STILL AWAKE, NO NAPS, NO CAFFEINE, NO DRUGS, NOTHING. I don't exactly know what's going on at the moment, but I just can't stop. I've feel like Jeff Goldblum in the beginning of "The Fly"... I talk and talk and have all this energy, and even though my body is tired, my mind won't let it rest. bUt i WoN't TrY tO cLiMb tHe WaLlS eVEn tHoUGh I fEeL LiKE it.
Why is this happening you might be wondering...?
I think the above is why. I just started a new medicine and it's just rrrreeeeaallllllly messing with me. Or it could be the impending move to L.A. which will happen either Tuesday or Wednesday, whenever I finally get enough rest to drive.
Ok, new thought coming in. Gotta start a new entry.
Bennie just peed on the carpet. I thought he was trained...
This morning I took our dog Malachi to his (possible) new home. We can't take him with us to California because he has the bad habit of biting. He mostly doesn't like men: Tall and skinny men, dark men, men with deep voices and anyone that gets too close to either me or the kids and in the L.A. house we won't have much room for him to run around in. I don't know, but at his age I think it's best to leave him in Indiana, where he's used to the weather and where he'll have a Rottweiler for a friend. Then again, I've been so sad over this whole thing, since he is truly the only living being I ever met who I know would die for me - for us. He is so incredibly protective...
We'll see how it goes. Although the place he's at is quite far away, I might go see him tomorrow, to see how he did overnight. Plus I want to take some things to him.
I'm so tired. It's 3am and I'm still writing, albeit with my eyes closed...
I spoke to my ex-husband today. It's so sad to hear in his voice that he's on heroin again. The slurry speech I've been so used to hearing is back. He tried to blame it on the phone, the cell phone - you know how those phones don't work very well...
I don't feel I can blame him this time, though, because he's in a lot of pain from an accident he had. He was in a coma for 3 days, shattered 3 vertebrae, broke 2 ribs and lost his ear (but was re-attached) and now isn't given enough painkillers because of his addiction -- so he gets relief elsewhere.
Through him I learned a lot about drugs, more than I wanted to know but maybe someday I will be able to use the information. For the time being I'm telling what I've learned to my step-daughter in hopes she'll always be careful.
One thing I didn't realize until I witnessed him starting to go into a withdrawal was that the body gets addicted. I used to think it was just a mental/psychological thing... duh...
And he was someone who'd never tried and never would try drugs... they got him anyway...
I know it's Saturday, but the kids went out with their dad, so it feels like a Sunday to me...
I cannot believe how cold it's here... still. Fortunately we didn't have to go through a hurricane like my mom and friends in Florida. Everyone was told to evacuate Tampa so they went to Orlando. Charley then changed his mind and followed them there... sheesh...!
Anyhow, everything is a total disaster. Nobody I know was hurt and my friend told me that there was only 1 casualty in Daytona, no one we knew...
Oh, and the power is out.
The last few days have been cold here in Indy. No joke, the place where summer can get brutal and humid has been like fall heading towards winter. Last night I think it got to 50 degrees (I can't find the little "o" to abbreviate it). I've loved the change this year, it's like a bonus...
I last wrote a post where I was venting pretty heavily about something that happened in a town nearby. Somehow my post never posted... which left me wondering if:
a) I made a mistake,
b) I have someone watching over me,
c) it's all a conspiracy and there was more than one shooter
Regardless I shall continue on my quest to be heard (or read), but this time, I'll keep it short.
In a town called Avon there have been people protesting a sign that said "Bad Ass Coffee" which is the name of a coffee shop company. According to the county's newspaper, last week (after months of said protesting) the shop closed down. Amazingly as it is to me, those protesting called the sign "immoral, obscene and indecent". This coming from a place where at least one of those protestors is a huge fan of "Sex and the City" (the HBO show) and her husband's favorite character? Sex fiend Samantha (I know this, I got connections..) :-)
Well, I will leave you with this: In the same newspaper I read an article (with photos) about the town's fundraiser called "Bovine Bingo". Wanna guess what that is? It's BINGO, based on where the bovines take a crap. ("Bingo!!" says one, "Bullshit!!!!" says another).
I just don't know anymore...
My laptop is still in a coma... I don't know why, but it's just not the same for me to write on the desktop. It's just not as inspiring, plus it's easier to take the laptop where the kids are so I can be in the same room and they don't interrupt me as much...
I can't wait to get it back, but until then I'll give this more of a try.