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I just can't sleep... I'm so cold... brrrrr...

 

 

Hey, I haven't signed in in ages but I just passed the 50 000 hits mark! 

Biting my tongue is not something that I like to do.  It's not pleasant.  Not pleasant at all!!  If I had it my way, there would be no tongue biting, but in some sensitive cases, I have to think about the others that my lashings may affect, don't I?  Phewie!  I guess I'll just sit here and fume for a bit. 

It's raining, thundering, lightening and windy as hell, not to mention some hail falling from the heavens.  The satellite is out (bah... I have become a tv addict as of recent) and I am once again bored.  If it werent  raining like mad I may have ventured out to Tara's, she's having a pj party tonight.  I just had to replace that  previously mentioned rubber keyboard with the regular one; I think the stickies have finally dried, the keys are working fine.  

 

So I've had some odd dreams in the past bit.  Lastnight I had one of those dreams where I was talking to someone and their teeth were rotting right out of their mouth... those dreams to me always signify someone is lying to me about something.  The last time I had a dream like that that I recall was a while back, and indeed, that person was lying to me.  Anyway, once again, it was about someone who is near and dear to me   On a different note, I had also fallen asleep on the couch last night before going to bed and had one of those dreams that woke me up, the kind that you just fall right back to sleep and usually have no recollection of the next day, well I do remember this quite well.  I was lying there sleeping and all of a sudden this bright blinding light flashed in my face waking me up with a start... still a little creeped out about that one... maybe it was one of those things in which your body is trying to wake you up because you are starting to swallow your tonuge...?  Speaking of sleeping, Chris passed out on the couch and is talking in his sleep... what a nut.  He said "what?" and got up and looked all around for a minute then conked back out. 

 

Alright, I guess that's it for now.

I wonder where some people get the nerve to say what they do?  I don't think the role of a woman is to be underappreciated.  No matter what I do, nothing at all is appreciated.  I work full time, look after the boy and have to clean up after the "man".  I don't get to do everything that needs to be done and I don't think all of my waking hours should be soley to cater to him by cleaning up his mess and doing the housework along with making a living.  If I got a "thanks" once in a while it wouldn't even be so bad, but all I get is put down. 

Well, here it is a Friday night in August, it's very, very hot in this house tonight!  I have a few home improvement projects I'd like to finish, and rescreening the patio door is #2 on my list; #1 is to put a new doorknob on the front door, which I plan to do tonight as it won't close

 

I remember a few years back, in 2005, writing here about thousands of flying ants littering the skies, well, here it is 2008, and this evening after work, I went outside and once again, the curse was upon us!  I really don't remember seeing them every year, it must be a triennial thing... either that or the world is coming to an end...lol! 

 

So... I came into the living room about a half hour ago and all I could hear was the sound of a very loud heartbeat... Everywhere I went in this room, I could hear it, quite loud too... a little Edgar Alan Poe, you say?  Yeah, kinda.... I had to turn on the tv to drown out the sound.  I thought it had stopped, but the furnace just masked the noise (maybe another reason why the house is so hot??  Now that's a home improvement I won't get into; fixing the furnace).  Anyhoo, so yeah, the heartbeat continues.  I can even feel it when I put my hand on the desk.  Maybe the computer is coming to life!  Okay, my imagination is running away with itself.

 

My Kari Ann headed for out west today   That makes me sad.  She promises to be back soon though. 

 

Well, I'm going to end this blog as I'm very annoyed with the new keyboard we just bought.  We have the worst luck with keyboards (I think it's Chris...lol)!  Anyway, on the last the "N" and space bar both worked only when they wanted too... hmm.. kinda like it had a mind of its own... maybe the pc is turning into a cyborg... maybe that's what Chris is doing in his spare time... Um, so, yeah, back to my story about the keyboard....  so after getting annoyed enough, and while just happening to be at Staples, I seen this rubber flexible keyboard, which I thought would be great, especially for a lap desk as the other keyboard didn't stick very well.  Anyway, it sucks, to put it plain and simple. 

 

That's all my nonsense for tonight.  Nighty night!  Happy Friday!

 

P.S.

Okay, so I just had to do some research, and I guess flying ant day is a fairly well known day  otherwise known as "Flant day" Haha!  I can't wait to tell Chris!  He said I was crazy when I said the ants were mating (as they were getting their groove on, on the windsheild of the car!)

 

I'm so bored.  I'm just sitting here with my baby girl (Oreo) and Chris is at work.  I even went for 2 walks since work, which is probably a good thing considering I've been scarfing down oatmeal cookies one after the other that I baked the other night at midnight (Chris has craving stronger than 10 pregnant women sometimes).  Anyway, they are the best damn oatmeal cookies I have ever tasted!  I seriously can't keep my hands off them.  It's like I feel the need to rid the house of them so they'll stop tempting me so I keep eating and eating... Oreo likes them too, but of course. 

I've realised tonight just how badly I need to get back into shape.  The other day, I rode my bicycle (yes the exact same one I used to drive in our bicycle gang, the West End Choppers) over to Kari's house, which is all down hill.  That was bad enough, I even swore that day that I'd never drive that bike home, not to mention my tires had lost some air over the winter, as they tend to do when they aren't used and in fluctuation temperatures and the such... anyway, I'm rambling, as usual.  So, as I said, I wasn't biking back home, which is all uphill, I figured I probably wouldn't want to either so before I left the house, I left a note for Chris to come pick me up when he got home from work.  So that brings us to tonight... I walked down to Kari's (Chris has the car at work) and I had to bike back... I was never so glad to see our house!  I ended up walking the bike most of the way.  I blame it on the slack tires, myself, because that bike was not cooperating with me at all.  Anyway, long story short, I made it home and I'm not biking down to Kari's again. 

 

I've come to another conclusion.  Tonight before he left for work, Chris and I had gotten into a bit of a tiff.  I'll admit, I was nagging him.  When we first started dating, he told me he cooks and cleans... why men say this is beyond me because it only brings us women to expect it from you guys.  Anyway, a male's version of cooking and cleaning is completely different than a woman's.  The male's cooking involves anything that can be either zapped in the microwave or cooked in one pot (not all guys, but most).  And their idea of cleaning is another all together!  I don't even want to get into it because it frustrates me.  Mmm... caramel apple suckers... sorry I'm eating one right now and I figured I'd share just how good it is... sticky caramel over a greenapple flavoured sucker... Anyway, I've always been a bit of a feminist, meaning I believe we are the dominant sex, black widows have the right idea  ... I'm sorry guys, I get carried away... but, sometimes I wonder why did we fight to have to go out and work because on top of that, we still have to come home and do all the housework and child-rearing and such.  I was nagging about the bathroom not being clean, I do have to admit though, he is getting better.  One of these days I'll have him trained... (I'm a dreamer).  To make up for being Nagatha, I'm trying to be sweet and romantic and I got those love heart candies and I'm gonna lead a trail to our bed... on second thought, he'll probably not even notice them at 6:30 am and end up stepping on and crushing them into the nice clean floor with his big dirty boots.  I'll think of something else to do with them...

 

I received this comment in my guestbook the other day and it made me laugh:

Hey your space is great.   But um no offence but you said "My wifey Kari" are you lez? Just a question..sorry if it offends you

Randall, is that you?  JK!  To answer your question, no, I'm not a "lez" contrary to popular belief.  Kari was my roommate and is one of my best friends; we're more like sisters than anything.  When we lived together I'd come home from work and she'd have supper on the table sometimes, so I just started calling her the wife, that's all.  Besides, I like men way too much to switch teams.  Chris is short for Christopher, not Christine, lol!  Anyway, no offence taken. 

Well, it's time for me to go clean the garage, that may be a better romantic gesture in Chris' eyes. 

What's wrong with me?  I just never know when to shut the hell up...