Dream Talk

5:58 AM

Me to Husband: Night Ranger is coming over, they want to have a meeting in our bedroom."

Him: Oh man, no.- He rolls over and groans disgustedly.

6:30 AM

I look around: Where is Night Ranger?

Him: What?

Ohhhhh, that was a dream........They're NOT coming over.

Got it.

Dream Talk

5:58 AM

Me to Husband: Night Ranger is coming over, they want to have a meeting in our bedroom."

Him: Oh man, no.- He rolls over and groans disgustedly.

6:30 AM

I look around: Where is Night Ranger?

Him: What?

Ohhhhh, that was a dream........They're NOT coming over.

Got it.

These Eyes

Something is wonky with me.

It's my eyes.

When I first got glasses, I was sixteen and had to get them to drive.

I had gone my entire life unable to see, it turned out. As the tallest kid in the class usually, I always had to sit in the back of the room. It had never occurred to me that I was supposed to be able to see the things on the walls or the blackboard. After all - those things were far away.

It became more of a challenge as I got older and was expected to take notes. But, I had this awesome teacher in seventh grade who taught us and expected us to take notes as he lectured. He, in fact, taught the art of taking formal notes in class. So, I didn't have to see.

I took notes. I took awesome notes.

But when I was sixteen it turned out I could see perfectly up close but far away, I couldn't see a damn thing. So they ordered me bifocals which was pretty annoying as a sixteen year old.

As time went by my vision got bad enough not to warrant the bifocals but most doctors agreed I didn't have to wear the glasses for close reading, which I often wouldn't, especially when reading in bed.

Now though, something has started to happen. When I'm working on something at my desk, like signing something, or reading papers - I'm reading UNDER my glasses. Filling out forms at the doctor's office? Reading UNDER my glasses.

I can't see up close - through my glasses.

Dammit. Bifocals, you're coming back - aren't you?

These Eyes

Something is wonky with me.

It's my eyes.

When I first got glasses, I was sixteen and had to get them to drive.

I had gone my entire life unable to see, it turned out. As the tallest kid in the class usually, I always had to sit in the back of the room. It had never occurred to me that I was supposed to be able to see the things on the walls or the blackboard. After all - those things were far away.

It became more of a challenge as I got older and was expected to take notes. But, I had this awesome teacher in seventh grade who taught us and expected us to take notes as he lectured. He, in fact, taught the art of taking formal notes in class. So, I didn't have to see.

I took notes. I took awesome notes.

But when I was sixteen it turned out I could see perfectly up close but far away, I couldn't see a damn thing. So they ordered me bifocals which was pretty annoying as a sixteen year old.

As time went by my vision got bad enough not to warrant the bifocals but most doctors agreed I didn't have to wear the glasses for close reading, which I often wouldn't, especially when reading in bed.

Now though, something has started to happen. When I'm working on something at my desk, like signing something, or reading papers - I'm reading UNDER my glasses. Filling out forms at the doctor's office? Reading UNDER my glasses.

I can't see up close - through my glasses.

Dammit. Bifocals, you're coming back - aren't you?

What Is a Perfect Day?

I might've said yesterday that it was dancing around my kitchen making brownies with my son, while we shook our butts and sang along to LOW RIDER.

In fact, it was the boy who started the dancing. I piped up with the singing cuz you know...

ALL

MY FRIENDS

KNOW THE LOW RIDER...

But more of a perfect day is a day when you get to try something HORRIBLE yet FANTASTIC like a BACON MAPLE SUNDAE.

And then at the Antique Fair you find not ONLY a SPACE 1999 Lunch Box but also a PLANET OF THE APES Trash Can!


I MEAN FOR REALS DAWG how awesome is that?????
I also got that painted window that I'm going to do SOMETHING with I dunno what.

Also obtained were festive cocktail plates and an Aunt Jemima cast iron bank. It's not a reproduction so it looks like we got a good deal based on the prices on Ebay which rocks.

Honestly I just wanted it because they're kind of a silly collectible but I was glad to find an older one.

I picked up two necklaces which aren't vintage but were made by one of those artsy people who sells things at fairs.

They were MUST HAVES as you can see.

Now I wish I had a cupcake.

It was a pretty amazing Sunday. I might survive this week coming up. I really might.

Howzit with all of you? Leave comments I like comments!

What Is a Perfect Day?

I might've said yesterday that it was dancing around my kitchen making brownies with my son, while we shook our butts and sang along to LOW RIDER.

In fact, it was the boy who started the dancing. I piped up with the singing cuz you know...

ALL

MY FRIENDS

KNOW THE LOW RIDER...

But more of a perfect day is a day when you get to try something HORRIBLE yet FANTASTIC like a BACON MAPLE SUNDAE.

And then at the Antique Fair you find not ONLY a SPACE 1999 Lunch Box but also a PLANET OF THE APES Trash Can!


I MEAN FOR REALS DAWG how awesome is that?????
I also got that painted window that I'm going to do SOMETHING with I dunno what.

Also obtained were festive cocktail plates and an Aunt Jemima cast iron bank. It's not a reproduction so it looks like we got a good deal based on the prices on Ebay which rocks.

Honestly I just wanted it because they're kind of a silly collectible but I was glad to find an older one.

I picked up two necklaces which aren't vintage but were made by one of those artsy people who sells things at fairs.

They were MUST HAVES as you can see.

Now I wish I had a cupcake.

It was a pretty amazing Sunday. I might survive this week coming up. I really might.

Howzit with all of you? Leave comments I like comments!

Scene:Bedroom 6:27 AM

Husband mublingly makes a comment about being the troll I married.

I say "I feast on the bones of trolls."

Him: "Ok Beowulf."

Me: "It's Charlie Sheen actually."

Him: "Beowulf, Charlie Sheen, it's all the same."

True.

Scene:Bedroom 6:27 AM

Husband mublingly makes a comment about being the troll I married.

I say "I feast on the bones of trolls."

Him: "Ok Beowulf."

Me: "It's Charlie Sheen actually."

Him: "Beowulf, Charlie Sheen, it's all the same."

True.

Eleven Months Pass

So there is this story that I'll tell you about something that happened eleven months ago today.

Eleven months ago today, I got up early and put my twins on the school bus. Then I drove my oldest boy to school. I wanted to do all of those things, because in theory I wasn't going to be able to do them again for a long time.

On the way to school, I tried to talk to my oldest son about important things. I don't know what they were now. He wanted to talk to me about Lego Star Wars. I was so very upset with him at the time. I was trying to say goodbye to him, just in case.

He was seven, he didn't get it.

Then, I went home and took a shower and the husband did the same and we got into our car and drove to the hospital.

That's when it happened, on the way to the hospital. At the Gwinnett Arena, the sign said LADY GAGA APRIL 18.

Now, it was April 19th. First off I thought it was odd that I hadn't heard she was coming to town. Second off, I thought how weird they didn't change the sign. The concert was YESTERDAY.

All I could think as we drove past was, "THOSE STUPID ASSHOLES. They didn't change the sign. Now, that stupid sign is going to be one of the last things I see."

Because see, I don't know why, but I was pretty sure I was going to die. Call it premonition, call it unreasonable fear, but mentally I wasn't prepared for life post-c-section. I didn't think there was going to be one, because simply I was sure I was going to stroke out right there on the table. Or bleed out. Or just simply DIE because I couldn't handle what was happening.

I wrote about a lot of it then.

But it turns out, there is life post c-section. And she is our joy.

And today, she is eleven months old.

Eleven Months Pass

So there is this story that I'll tell you about something that happened eleven months ago today.

Eleven months ago today, I got up early and put my twins on the school bus. Then I drove my oldest boy to school. I wanted to do all of those things, because in theory I wasn't going to be able to do them again for a long time.

On the way to school, I tried to talk to my oldest son about important things. I don't know what they were now. He wanted to talk to me about Lego Star Wars. I was so very upset with him at the time. I was trying to say goodbye to him, just in case.

He was seven, he didn't get it.

Then, I went home and took a shower and the husband did the same and we got into our car and drove to the hospital.

That's when it happened, on the way to the hospital. At the Gwinnett Arena, the sign said LADY GAGA APRIL 18.

Now, it was April 19th. First off I thought it was odd that I hadn't heard she was coming to town. Second off, I thought how weird they didn't change the sign. The concert was YESTERDAY.

All I could think as we drove past was, "THOSE STUPID ASSHOLES. They didn't change the sign. Now, that stupid sign is going to be one of the last things I see."

Because see, I don't know why, but I was pretty sure I was going to die. Call it premonition, call it unreasonable fear, but mentally I wasn't prepared for life post-c-section. I didn't think there was going to be one, because simply I was sure I was going to stroke out right there on the table. Or bleed out. Or just simply DIE because I couldn't handle what was happening.

I wrote about a lot of it then.

But it turns out, there is life post c-section. And she is our joy.

And today, she is eleven months old.