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Where am I?

….was one of the questions in my mind - somewhere in the night.  The upside is that if I was sleeping hard enough to lose track of where I was, at least I was SLEEPING!!! Sleep has been something that has escaped me over the past week or so.

The downside of the question “Where am I” is that in my sleep-stupor I was still frantically wondering if I might be in the same room with the DEMON CLOWNS THAT CAME TO MY FRONT PORCH LAST NIGHT!!!!

As a side note:  I have always had “issues” with clowns.  I can’t sleep if there’s a picture or figurine or any such image of a clown anywhere near my presence…..Then, there’s the whole “Steven King’s ‘IT’ ” fiasco of 1990!  I should still be in therapy over that trauma!

…but, I digress…..

Actually, I think I’ll talk a little about that…you know movie/mini-series that I mentioned above by Steven King:

You see, I NEVER watch horror movies...and by never, I mean: NU-HEH-VER!!!! I can turn a scary episode of “Sponge Bob Square Pants” into a horror movie….but, I digress…

So, in 1990, Byron and I moved to rural Missouri.  Kayleigh was only a few months old.  We moved into a very old, very creepy two-story house (in which the former tenant had committed suicide - SERIOUSLY!).  Byron was going to school and working two jobs - one at the local hospital as an orderly.  AND, OF COURSE, HE WORKED THE GRAVEYARD SHIFT (7pm to 7am)!!!!

So, on one particular “my husband’s working the graveyard shift and I’m here in a replica of the Amityville Horror house in a town where I know NO ONE” night, I was surfing our 7 channels and happened upon a story of some childhood friends who decide to return to their hometown……kind of like a reunion. I love reunions….how festive, how nice, how…..

OMG - HOW IN THE WIDE-WORLD-OF-SPORTS DID I MISS THE DEMON CLOWN WHO LIVES IN THE SEWER AND KILLS LITTLE CHILDREN PART OF THE STORY LINE?!!!  SERIOUSLY??!!!

So, needless to say, I paced the floor until Byron returned at 7:30 the next morning, and didn’t sleep for the next week…

We moved shortly after that.

Where was I?

Oh yeah,…

So, last night on my front porch, I was in the middle of fawning over a little girl in her adorable fairy princess costume - saying, “How cute!  I need an outfit like that for my own self!!” - when I felt a strange disturbance in “the force” around me….

As I looked up, not just one but TWO DEMON CLOWNS WITH BLOOD COVERED FANGS were headed up the steps to my front porch.  I hate to say I lost my composure - I mean, I tried…I really did.  But, in the end, I had my face buried in my hands and was whimpering and saying strange things in a kind of hysterical laugh-like voice……

And, with all that in my head last night, I tried to “catch up” on my sleep………

So, I’m somewhat fragile this morning.  I made the mistake of asking Byron if “the movie” really was released in 1990 (wanting to make sure my facts were right), so he proceeded to Google it for me so I didn’t have to see….you know “IT”.  The problem is that he - not having ever seen the movie - clicked on a clip…..and didn’t turn down the sound.

So, now I’m done crying hysterically….

So, now I can finish this post…..

I think I really need to go read the Bible or pray or something……

AND SOMEONE ELSE IS GOING TO HAVE TO TAKE DOWN THOSE 8 FT. SPIDERS WITH THE RED EYES!!!!!!

Peace.

I’ll Have to Die Tomorrow

…I’m nearly finished. …unpacking, that is. Well, at least the kitchen…and I’ve organized the storage closet under the stairs. Now if I could just get a shower I’d feel somewhat accomplished. But, I can feel a migraine coming on…

Oh well, if I die tonight at least I’ll leave a partially organized kitchen and somewhat neat storage closet under the stairs…

…as long as no haters go in my utility room, I should be okay. And I really need to give my bathroom a once-over…and then there’s always the boy’s disaster area room… Who am I kidding? I can’t die any time soon without utter humiliation. Well, there goes my Thursday night!!!

Nate has a program tonight. I wonder if the season finales of shows like “The Office” will hurt the turn-out. Of course, I speak of other, less devoted, parents…not me…although, there is still the issue of my migraine.   But I digress…

The problem with housework is that it allows for too much free-time for the brain. I thought about things today that I haven’t thought about in quite a while…

I don’t think I’ll blog about that, though - it would just take this blog in a whole different direction…downhill. And then I’d get comments about how I need to cheer up and how I need to move on…blah, blah, blah…

It’s just that I don’t think you ever really fully get over some things.

But I digress…

I’m just going to go fold laundry and wipe down some counters. It’s free therapy and I can die in peace…

…my real friends won’t judge me by my utility room anyway. :-)
Peace out.

I’m fine, thanks for asking…

So, I thought I would write about what I witnessed on Saturday morning that upset me so much…

If you were in service at C3 yesterday, then you know what I saw - you saw the pictures.

But, I just don’t think I’m ready to write about it yet…not today…not on a Monday. Mondays are hard enough. I’m exhausted and…well, maybe the tiniest bit grumpy and dramatic anyway. So, I just need to concentrate on happy things.

Side note: When you’re tired and grumpy and tempted to be pessimistic and dramatic about it, this is not the time to listen to the music of “Jewel”…especially (but not limited to) if she’s singing that song about her weird boyfriend that doesn’t really care that he’s ripping her heart out with his insensitive ways and his drama of “taking his coat off and standing in the rain”! But, I digress…

What I really need to do is clean out my refrigerator…now there’s a real pick-me-up activity. Seriously, though, it has to be done. And what better day to do it than a Monday. Maybe I should listen to Jewel and get really mad and dramatic and pretend I’m throwing out her no-good boyfriend who likes to smoke cigarettes in her kitchen and make her feel like garbage…

I don’t know why, but I’m a house-cleaning machine when I get mad…there’s just something therapeutic about wiping down surfaces.

So, I think I’ll go play my “fighter set” on my iPod - it has songs just like the set title would indicate (i.e.: “Fighter” by Christina A., “Hit me with your best shot” by Pat Benatar) - and get to cleaning…

That’s what Mondays are for, right? At least I can get a clean kitchen out of it - and that’s plenty to smile about…

So… Happy…I’m-not-listening-to-Jewel,

“fighter”music-rules,

I’m-going-to-bed-with-a-clean-house-if-it-kills-me-

and-if-it-does-you-can-play-Van Halen-at-my-funeral,

I’m-a-grumpy-drama-queen…Monday! :-)
Peace out.

I’m fine, thanks for asking…

So, I thought I would write about what I witnessed on Saturday morning that upset me so much…

If you were in service at C3 yesterday, then you know what I saw - you saw the pictures.

But, I just don’t think I’m ready to write about it yet…not today…not on a Monday. Mondays are hard enough. I’m exhausted and…well, maybe the tiniest bit grumpy and dramatic anyway. So, I just need to concentrate on happy things.

Side note: When you’re tired and grumpy and tempted to be pessimistic and dramatic about it, this is not the time to listen to the music of “Jewel”…especially (but not limited to) if she’s singing that song about her weird boyfriend that doesn’t really care that he’s ripping her heart out with his insensitive ways and his drama of “taking his coat off and standing in the rain”! But, I digress…

What I really need to do is clean out my refrigerator…now there’s a real pick-me-up activity. Seriously, though, it has to be done. And what better day to do it than a Monday. Maybe I should listen to Jewel and get really mad and dramatic and pretend I’m throwing out her no-good boyfriend who likes to smoke cigarettes in her kitchen and make her feel like garbage…

I don’t know why, but I’m a house-cleaning machine when I get mad…there’s just something therapeutic about wiping down surfaces.

So, I think I’ll go play my “fighter set” on my iPod - it has songs just like the set title would indicate (i.e.: “Fighter” by Christina A., “Hit me with your best shot” by Pat Benatar) - and get to cleaning…

That’s what Mondays are for, right? At least I can get a clean kitchen out of it - and that’s plenty to smile about…

So… Happy…I’m-not-listening-to-Jewel,

“fighter”music-rules,

I’m-going-to-bed-with-a-clean-house-if-it-kills-me-

and-if-it-does-you-can-play-Van Halen-at-my-funeral,

I’m-a-grumpy-drama-queen…Monday! :-)
Peace out.