Cuteness Overload

My dog is talking in his sleep right now.

I can hear him 2 rooms away.

Is this one of those "only cute to me" kind of things? Rat thinks it's annoying, but then I have to remind him of how loud he snores (by replaying the tape I recorded of him snorin' his ass off, oh yes I did).

And for those of you wondering why I'm up typing this at 1:52 in the morning? See above.

Okay, yeah...

There was more than just a little change...hehe. I decided to go ahead and switch to the beta version of blogger since it was going to happen eventually anyway, no matter how much I resisted change of any kind.

So I spent last night...ALL of last night...putting everything back where it was supposed to be 'cause let me tell you, switching SUCKS. I am pretty much the most computer illiterate person with a computer you will EVER MEET. It took me nearly a month to figure out how to change/add stuff in the HTML code stuff and then they go and change everything around in the beta version.

Now, I'm luckier than most people. I have the entire computer encyclopedia sitting on the other couch. All I have to do is ask him a question. But I can't. No. I just can't. I can't let him know what a computer idiot I am.

Last night, he looked over and saw the frustrated look on my face, or maybe he just read my mind and saw me throwing the computer out the window, or into the creek (Hi Mom!) and of course, he asks "what's wrong?". 15 times I say "nothing" and go back to trying to figure out just what the hell I'm doing. But then I can't keep it in any longer. I don't even remember what I said. Something about what the hell is a widget and move-y blocks of my stuff and possibly something about sparkly bunnies. What knows. All I know is that there was a lot of whining, and some pulling out of hair, and maybe even a little bit of face smooshing.

He actually explained things nicely and calmly (for once...he normally has patience for everyone BUT me) and I was understanding the words, just not in the order that he was putting them.

Anyway.

So after HOURS of reading all the blogger help stuff and clicking "NO" indignantly when asked if "this information was helpful", I realized that "ohhhhh...I don't have to use the html crap on the new version". I think I still have the hand print on my forehead.

Also, no sleep last night. None. Nada. Zip. Zero. I finally gave up around 5:30. I came downstairs and broke my remote. And my shin. Stupid cabinet door. I am not meant to be awake at 5:30 in the morning! I didn't even know my clock HAD a 5:30 AM. Did you know that there is NOTHING on tv at 5:30 in the morning? I do now. If I have to watch one more infomercial on that weird little teeth brightening light thingy, I'm gonna scream. Then I'm going to throw my computer into the tv. Two birds with one stone and all that.

Red Bull gives you wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiings!!!

I have had 2 Red Bulls today. Two. TWO!!!

*whispers* twooooooo *holding up two fingers*

I am never getting to sleep tonight. But my house will be very clean.

Oh, Hey! It's October! Yippie! One of my very favorite months! I love Halloween. I always have. I love getting dressed up and being something new for the day (ok, I was a kitty like, 4 years in a row, shush). I have decided that this year, Dogzilla will be dressing up with me! He will be a giant Milkbone! I have already bought the costume. It's kind of like a soft, sideways sandwich board. It's shaped like a milkbone dog biscuit and even says "Milkbone" on it. Very cute. I will take many, many pictures (assuming Dogzilla doesn't eat the camera). You will probably say "okay....enough with the giant dog treat pictures! We get it, dog as dog treat. Very funny. Now move on." But I will not. Oh no. I will post picture essay after picture essay and say things that I think are hilarious and that just make y'all groan and say "oh no, here she goes again." And yeah, you'd be right.

But it's not Halloween (Howl-o-ween) yet, so y'all are still safe.

Our kitties have kitty-sized Halloween bandanas that the Murderer-of-Flipflops no longer fits in, but little Miss Kitty still fits in hers, so now she's got 2 to choose from.

I'm going to try and be sneaky and find a costume for the artist formerly known as Computer Guy. But then I've got to find an even sneakier way of getting him to wear it. I'm thinking of waiting until he's asleep and then going after him with the costume and some duct tape...and possibly super glue. hee hee

With his anti-halloween spirit, it's going to have to be a very understated costume. Like a hat. Or some weird glasses. Or socks. Or all 3. That would be an interesting costume.

I'll leave you with this heart-wrenchingly adorable picture of The-Destroyer-of-New-Furniture...

Awwwwww........

Now I'm going to go run up and down the stairs 80 or 90 times...or until I fall through them.

Red Bull gives you wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiings!

buzz cut anyone?

So...there I was...lying in bed at 2:30 in the morning...again. I was beginning to convince myself that I had restless leg syndrome because the only time I could get comfy was when I wiggled my foot. I figured this would awake the sleeping monster uhh....husband who was trying to sleep and had to be at work early the next morning. I got up and realized that I was a little queesy and a lot dizzy. So I did what any insane sane person would do who was sick and dizzy and sleep deprived at 2:30 in the morning....

I cut the HELL outta my hair!

Isn't that what everyone does?

I then went downstairs and watched 5 hours of tv...all bad....it's the kinda crap you watch while you're waiting for something halfway decent to watch. It was so bad, I even contemplated watching *gasp* PAID PROGRAMING!!! Nooooo! Anything but THAT! I get sucked into those things so fast and by the time the infomercial is over I'm convinced that we need The Magic Bullet or the weird carpet rake thingy that gets up pet hair not to mention dirt and everything else you could have managed to dump on your carpet, presented to you by "Some Australian Guy" or whatever the half hour is dedicated to that COULD BE YOURS for only 7 payments of eleventy million dollars!!! What a deal! How could you NOT?!

So, I've been banned from watching the paid programing. Paid Programing = The Devil!

Computer Guy came downstairs in the morning (what? of COURSE I fell asleep on the couch. You know you do it too) and apparently he had been in the bathroom and saw my pile of hair on the counter, because when he saw me he said "Oh good, you still have hair. I thought you might be bald."

I've been slowly shortening my hair over the past year. Everytime I see the TLC specials on the family with 16 kids (OH MY GOD) and I see the wife with the hair past her butt that's all thin and has umm....what's it called when you have split ends times infinity? That, whatever it's called and then I have a nightmare about my mom taking me on one of those "I haven't cut my hair since 1979" talk shows to get it all chopped off. Anyway, that makes me want to take a razor to my head. So, it's gone from being at my waist (shut up) to now about halfway down my back. I should explain that I have really thick hair and that I was never one of those women with the straggley, down to my knees, hair.

Okay...so that's the back story on the "hair saga". I'll just say this and then we'll be done with it. I love my hair. Growing up, I hated my hair. I mean I HATED it. It's really, really thick and has a LOT of natural wave to it, so If I didn't tie it down...er...I mean, UP I felt like I had a "Wafro" (that would be a word I made up to describe the "white girl afro" (and yes, I make up words!)(shut up) ANYway, so the long I let my hair grow, the more weight it had to it, and the more it straightened out. So, of course, my mom was ALWAYS on me to cut it....so of course I said NO I LOVE MY HAIR GET OFF MY BACK GO AWAY I WILL NEVER CUT MY HAIR EVER. And so it went for about 8 years...untiiiiiiiil I discovered the great world of hair straighteners.

Hmm...that wasn't quite the "short version" was it? Wow...I can really fill a page with a lot of talk about nothing, huh?

On a much less hairy note...Computer Guy (still trying to think of a shorter name for him) took me to get an ice cream cone today! People still do this?! How lucky! It was very sweet of him, and it was right up my alley. We'll definitely be doing that again sometime soon. Hopefully a gym or a Jenny Craig will open up next door so we will continue to fit into our clothes.

Everyone.....Relax!

It's okay! Calm down. Everything's alright now.

I have FOUND the desk stuff!

I am STILL the Queen!

*pause for applause*

thank you....athankyouverymuch

The desk is now DONE and all put together. I was kind of planning on that part taking a little longer....I'm not too sure laundry and other chores of "the like" will keep me awake.

Oh wait....there's the coffee!

How could I forget about the coffee?! It's my very own recipe. I've taken several recipes and tweeked them all into one super fantastic frappuccinno!

MMMmmmmm.....coffee.....

press and hold the power button for 2 seconds...

It's official. I'm resetting myself. Or at least, I'm attempting to.

I've made it past 6 and now I'm blogging to stay awake.

CRAP!!!

The dishwasher just reached start from the time delay thingy and scared the kitties and me half-to-death! At least I got a little shot of adrenaline for that! I think I'm good to go until 7 now.

I'm watching the last recorded episode of CSI (the original, of course) that I have and I'm hoping something good will be on by the time it goes off, which should be about 10 minutes.

I still have no idea where the desk hardware stuff is. But the extensive "rip everything up until I find it" search will have to wait for a more Godly hour.

I've also been making my "to do" list for the day and I'm afraid I've listed waaaaaay too much stuff for one day. That's the problem with being awake and board when you're supposed to be asleep and dreaming. I always kind of "over shoot" my to do lists though. I'm very ambitious while I'm making it out, but when it comes time to doing everything, I realize that there's just no way....and I'm not busting my butt to clean the toilets!

Let's see, right now, on my list there are 37 things listed for me "to do". Some of them are small, yes, but other's are things like "laundry" which is pretty time consuming when you add in sorting, folding, and lugging upstairs with a bad back. Especially when you've got about 6 loads. There are other things as well, that don't really have a time limit associated with them....like "look through cookbook". I've got to look through a cookbook my aunt sent me to find family recipes that actually say whose they are. No telling how long that's going to take.

On the plus side.....as soon as CG gets up and is awake enough, that means I can pull out my blender and it will be frappuccinno time! I've got to keep from napping today. This whole laying awake in bed until 3....4.....or sometimes even 5 in the morning is not an option anymore. I just can't take another sleepless night when there have been so many in a row. I'd say I've been this way for about 3-4 weeks now and it's definitely starting to take it's toll on me. There's no telling how many typos I'm not catching in this, but I'm not telling how many I've caught and corrected!!!

I know the little kid in "Jerry Maguire" said that a human head weighs 8 lbs, but right now, mine feels like about 20....my eyelids feel like they weigh 8!

I can't tell if this whole post is complete nonsense or if I'm just that tired I can't make sense of normal things anymore....I'd better stop before the few readers I have decide to never come back!

What's up with that?

Every night, while I'm trying unsuccessfully to go to sleep, I come up with interesting, funny blog posts. I don't mean to do this, my brain does it without my conscent. As Ellen Degenerous would put it, it's my inner child playing with me. Apparently, I should let her out to play more often during the day, and maybe she'd let me sleep at night!

So I think up all these (in my opinion) hilarious blog entries, and when I actually sit down to write one, I can't remember any of them! UGH!

Needless to say, I'm still having a horrible time sleeping. It's rare that I can get to sleep before 3. We have the loudest fish tank filter ever. It's all the way downstairs on the far left side of the house, but when I'm trying to get to sleep, it's all I can hear. It sounds like there is someone downstairs walking around. I have to tell people that stay over with us about it, for fear they'll wake up in the middle of the night and hear ".....clunk.....clunk.....clunk...." and freak out! We had 4 fish (3 Tiger Barbs and 1 sucker fish named Humphrey) and they all survived about 5 years and a move in a cooler when we moved, but then a few months ago, 2 of the Tiger Barbs died within a week or so of each other. But that last one's holding on. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't want Squish to die (yes, I named him Squish....get it? Squish The Fish? Har Har Har!), but I'm soooo ready for that damn filter to go away! Of course, when we do get rid of the filter, the silence is probably going to be even worse! If I wake up and don't hear the filter I'll think "Oh my God...the fish are going to die!" and only after I've totally freaked myself out, I'll realize that "Oh....nevermind...." and then another sleepless night will ensue.

I'm also having a terrible time with uploading pictures. I think Blogger and Flickr both have it in for me. Sorry....no terribly cute pictures of Mr. Kitty* for y'all!!!

So I'll just try this.....click here to try and see the adorable "awwwww" inspiring picture!

I Smell Feet

no sleep for me last night. I really thought about getting up and posting here, but then I thought "why? no one else that reads this blog is awake right now"

And so it went....until about 5am.

That's right....I said 5am....

I even composed a post in my head. But I still didn't want to get up and ruin any chance I had left at a little sleep.

Good move Me. Oh yeah....that was just brilliant.

So I've been yawning all day so far, and will probably keep on yawning until I can actually get some sleep. I hate yawning all day. It makes my eyes water a LOT. And then get all stingy. So then I look like I've been crying and people keep asking me "What's wrong?". and then I have to say "nothing, I just keep yawning?" and then there are a number of places the conversation can go from there, but this post is boring enough, so I'll stop there.

Sorry for the unusual amount of typos I'm sure are there.

I smell feet.

someone please....

......knock me out! I don't care how. I need sleeeeeeep.

I miss sleeeeeeeep.

I love sleeeeeeeep.

For the last two weeks I haven't been able to get to sleep before 2AM. That's not to say it hasn't taken me longer than that some nights. Sometimes it's 3 or 4 before I can finally shut my brain off enough to go to sleep.

I keep making list after list. Replaying conversations. Replaying my day. Thinking about tomorrow. Then I finally go to sleep. Wake up.....tired.... Am tired throughout the day. Get increasingly tired around 8PM.

Suddenly perk up around 10. *sigh*

CG says I need to "reset" my sleep pattern. Sounds good to me. At least, until I found out how to do that. You have to stay up all night....and then all the next day....and then go to bed at a reasonable hour. *ugh* That doesn't sound fun and easy to me.

I'm going to go stare at the ceiling until about 2 or so. If I still can't sleep, I'm getting up posting here. Maybe I'll try that "reset" thing if I get desperate enough.

On another note......

*singing*

Happy 2nd Birthday to meeeeeee.....