Sunday, April 22, 2007

Sleeping

I love the little nether region I find myself in between getting ready for bed and actually getting into bed. I check my email one last time or do a crossword puzzle. I listen to quiet music specifically. It is like my brain links the act of doning pyjamas as time to start telling the brain to sleep. I can feel it happening. Its like I'm drunk. Every synapse, every appendage, every blood vessel begings to slow down, realizing they will have little work to do in the next 8 hours so. My brain will regulate my breathing and dreaming, if dreaming itself is even up to the brain or just a biological byproduct of the cycles of sleep. Its like I get to a certain point and suddenly I feel like I writing this or doing something from a point beyond sleep. Or it could just be the Ambien. But that is another story.
What I am trying to get at. What I want to say. I put on my pjs and somewhere my mind knows its time for bed and the brain gets going but then I start doing a crosswordpuzzle and I fight against my body. My body wants to sleep. Its an interesting sensation.
But I also have a lullaby. Damien Rice "Sleep, don't weep."
sleep don't weep
my sweet love
your face it's all wet
and your day was rough
so do what you must do
to find yourself
wear another's shoe
or paint my shelves
there's times that i was broke
and you stood strong
i think i found a place
where i ..
sleep don't weep
my sweet love
your face it's all wet
'cause our days were rough
so do what you must do
to fill that hole
wear another's shoe
to comfort the sole
there's times that i was broke
and you stood strong
i think i found a place
where i feel i will..
sleep don't weep
my sweet love
my face it's all wet
'cause my day was rough
so do what you must do
to find yourself
wear another's shoe
or paint my shelves
there's times that i was broke
and you stood strong
i hope i find a place where i feel i belong
sleep don't weep
my sweet love
my face it's all wet
'cause my day was rough
don't weep
my sweet love
my face is all wet
'cause my days were rough


and I shall leave you with that. Good night

Thursday, April 19, 2007

I Think I Won the War


Ha ha Pablo, I won the war.

Lookie at the Twitter thingie! You should do it too cuz it makes it quick and easy to blog a quick thought. Yaaaay!

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Yesterday I was in class and it was so boring that my nose began to bleed.

TRUE STORY!

Sunday, April 15, 2007

My Next Quilt

Did I mention I've started quilting? Yeah, I'm taking a quilting class this quarter. It is totally hardcore and awesome. I LOVE IT. I just finished my first project (almost), a wall hanging (picture to come because I suck). The project is supposed to be a bigger, more ambitious design. I like trees. So my next project will be 66 x 42 and it will be amazing. Dig:

Monday, April 09, 2007

Overheard:

At Wegmen's:

Little Boy: "Mommy! Mommy! Look! Fruitloops!"
Mom: "I don't believe in Fruitloops."

Well that settles it.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Me: "Why have you been so grouchy lately?"
Erin: "I'm going through menopause."

Thursday, April 05, 2007

I Wish I Had A Fat, Lazy Hamster

I love my hamster Pablo dearly.
But. BUT.
I found out he is the devil. Case in point:

He chewed through his cage. And escaped. The 12 hours he was on the loose were the scariest of my life. I looked high and low for him but alas he was no where to be found. Now I know that when an escaped hamster doesn't want to be found, he will not be found. Remembering that Pablo is a creature of the night (Ha! A sure sign of the devil!) I waited untill that evening to continue my search. I had grand plans of setting a trap and catching him that way but sometimes, beer and drunkenness get in the way.
I laid myself down to sleep that night and was awoken at a rude hour by the sound of scratching. I knew it had to be Pablo. I turned on the light and there he was! I cornered him by the door and attempted to pick him up. He hissed at me and tried to bite my hand off with his mutant teeth. HE HISSED AT ME. Up untill that point, I thought hamsters were silent creatures. Did I mention he hissed at me? Pablo wriggled out of my grasp and ran away into the depths of my room. Note to self: the next time your hamster is on the loose, it would help to have a clean room. Pablo thought he could escape by disappearing into my closet. What he didn't count on was the power of hunger. He was lured out eventually with food and returned safely to his cage.
But! The story is not over!
Sunday I found myself asleep over my Medical Terminology textbook as usual. Waking up around 1AM (apparently the witching hour for hamsters) I decided it would be a good idea to take out my contacts. Opening the door of my bedroom, I discovered a horrible sight: Pablo had chewed through the duct tape I'd put over the hole as a temporary fix and was about to escape again. Thank goodness for boring Med Term books.
Evidence:

The rest of the story is too harrowing to recount. I really wish I had a car. I need to go to Walmart to return the flimsy replacement cage I bought and buy a fish tank. BECAUSE HAMSTERS CAN'T CHEW THROUGH GLASS. At least, I hope they can't.
Right now Pablo is being punished by having to live in the tiny auxilary cage. He made sure to let me know how he feels about it though, by peeing on the wall.
The battle continues.