Detroit Zoo Slideshow

Here are some pics from our July 6th, 2008 visit to the Detroit Zoo. In retrospect, I wish I has taken more pictures of US, Cassie, Carl, Malachai, Mark, Sadie, and myself, but I was concentrating on pics of the animals, thinking Kai would enjoy seeing the pics of the animals he saw during his visit. He is 2 and very smart and inquisitive. Sadie, on the other hand, has probably already forgotten our outing.

My letter to the Detroit Zoo

On Sunday, July 6th, 2008 I visited the Detroit Zoo for the first time. It was an enjoyable experience, except for the black bear exhibit. I was very upset by the repetitious pacing of one of the bears. I don't know the psychology behind the pacing, but I feel certain that that bear was disturbed. I want you to know that I had to turn away from that bear and hold back tears. My daughter did not know that there was anything wrong, but I think many of your adult guests feel as I do. Something should be done to help the bear. Either make it less miserable or send it somewhere where it can be happy, as it tainted what was otherwise a fine day with sadness.

I appreciate you taking my opinion in to consideration.

Kim Arnold



I would have taken more pics of this bear, but I seriously would have started crying. The other one was happily chewing on something in the shade. This one was on the edge of the exhibit, probably hoping every time it turned it would slip and fall in to the ditch they dug to keep him in.

Schizotypal Personality Questionnary (SPQ-A)

Schizotypal Personality Questionnary (SPQ-A)

http://themachine1.110mb.com/spq.html


Ideas of reference: 3 out of 9 (unsure: 1)
Excessive social anxiety: 7 out of 8 (unsure: 0)
Odd beliefs or magical thinking: 0 out of 7 (unsure: 0)
Unusual perceptual experiences: 1 out of 9 (unsure: 0)
Odd or eccentric behavior: 2.5 out of 7 (unsure: 1)
No close friends: 4 out of 9 (unsure: 0)
Odd speech : 3.5 out of 9 (unsure: 0)
Constricted affect: 4.5 out of 8 (unsure: 0)
Suspiciousness: 1 out of 8 (unsure: 0)

Total SPQ-A: 26.5 out of 74

Foiled again

I'm gonna find the procrastination quiz and see if I can ace it. I didn't get much work done today. I was very sleepy. I AM very sleepy.
I'll blog about why some other time. With some pics.

What does it say about me?

What does it say about me that I can't figure out what the hell this chart is trying to tell me about myself? I took this quiz:

http://www.rdos.net/eng/Aspie-quiz.php


it said that I'm oh hell I closed it before I copied the info... 105 NT and 95 Aspie. It said something like I have traits of both, so I didn't get a label. :(

But... this chart. I think I get it... kinda.



A friend asked me if I had ANYTHING wrong with me, so I could consider getting disability and staying home with Sadie. I'm too damned normal for my own good! I'm gonna take a schitzo quiz next. I'll publish the results here.

Lesser of evil topics

My other topic is fresh and annoying, but I'll refrain for now.

My cuz had a bash for her son's high school graduation last Saturday. I went with Mark and we took Sadie after her nap until it was time for her to get ready for bed and then I intended on drinking to the point of not sober when we went back and succeeded.

I have to plan for this. That's something they don't tell you when you are thinking about having a kid - you have to work at getting drunk. You see, I can't stay out late because I have to get up early with the kid and doing so with a hangover really sucks. The last time I drank through sobriety was March 8th. The night I met Mark. I learned the best method was to show up, slam a bunch of shots, sip on a drink or 2 then slam water so I can be home at a decent time with no hangover. Oh, and eat a pb&j when I get home. It worked for me last Saturday at this party. I am way off topic here.

We left at a decent time... midnightish. Around 2am my brothers got in to it.

Jesse is a masochist (he probably does not know this).
Aaron just earned his green belt in Tai Kwan Do and apparently has some anger issues.
Jesse is 5'10" 140 lbs soaking wet.
Aaron is 6'3" 220 lbs.

I was very pissed when I learned that Aaron beat the shit out of Jesse.

Jesse lives in my house, in the basement apartment. I saw the damage and god dammit I was pissed. His ribs were bruised from arm pit to waist. His eye was black. He has bruises and scratched all over him. He was bleeding out of his right ear. His dead fathers wedding band was ripped off of his neck and his earrings were ripped out of his ears - all gone.

Aaron says he is not going to drink any more. This is not the first scene he caused. He gets drunk and all melodramatic. Jesse got in the way and wouldn't back off. He needs to back off the alcohol too. Stupid idiots. I'll kick Aaron's ass if he does this again. Kicking Jesse's ass would satisfy some fucked up need of his.

They BOTH need therapy.

Fuuuuhhhh... blah.

Remember how excited I was? Remember how I rolled in a pile of happiness about getting a new bedroom?

I ordered the furniture on Sunday afternoon. They told me they could have it at that location on Tuesday. I told them I could arrange a pick-up on Wednesday. I ran home and started a 3-4 day rush job to have the room cleared and painted before Wednesday after work. They called on Tuesday to tell me the bedroom set was in. Mom thanked them and told them we would be there tomorrow, Wednesday. I was up until after 1am working on the bedroom, but still had more work to do.

My excitement was carrying me through the hard work of painting 3 layers of three no four different paints over old dingy paint. I left work at noon Wednesday to finish the room, because I wanted everything to be PERFECT! Woo Hoo! A couple friends came over to help touch up and then I was done. Early even! I put the new sheets on the bed and Mark vacuumed. I washed the windows. It was almost time!!

I am sooo impatient, and I had to wait until 5pm for Maxx to come over with the truck. Maxx was held up 'till 5:30, and that 1/2 hour was torture lemme tell ya. Everything came together - I got Maxx, he had a truck, my brother was not working that night and was ready to go and I had Mark with me. We all jumped in 2 cars and went to pick up my furniture WOO HOO!

Fuckers closed their doors for the day for "inventory". Understand there were no cars in the parking lot. Maybe "inventory" was being done at the nearest fucking bar, I dunno. There was a hand written note one the door saying closed Wednesday. Will be open tomorrow. Tomorrow when nothing is going to come together. I wanted to throw a rock through their god damned window.

I was so pissed but I was also kinda crushed. I was sad. I was disappointed. I feel like I was set up. I had to go home and look at that empty room. I lost a 1/2 day of pay to do something I could have done that night. I felt like this always happens and I should never get excited. I know I should never get excited, because something always goes wrong. I was feeling sorry for myself and CRUSHED is a good word. All of my enthusiasm was gone. I don't get enthusiastic very often. And those assholes at TEC killed it in me.

I'm not trying to be a big baby. But I was so frickin happy! The let down hurt. I would have been happy staring in to space for the rest of the night and trying not to cry. Mark was there with me and attempted to cheer me up. I'm sure he said something that would probably make him feel better, like "at least you didn't get sprayed with bear piss", but I was still sad. Is that over the top? Am I supposed to ALWAYS take things in stride? I usually do, but then I usually go through my day without strong emotions, so whats there to be upset about?

Today Maxx was home, and his friend was with him and my brother didn't have to go to work until 5, so I grabbed an empty van from work picked everyone up and got the furniture. It looks nice. Big fucking deal. I think that SUCKS!! Why can't I feel enthusiastic again? I got the furniture! It's in my room. Everything is in it's place, except for the bedding, which is coming the 26th. I just wanna get it over with now. Bah. I have to get all of my stuff back in my room tonight. Maybe I will enjoy it. blah.

So excited!

I think I may have mentioned previously that I do not have any storage space in my house. I have a three bedroom bungalow, and at one time had the house to myself. My brother moved in to my basement, so all of my belongings came up stairs, mostly to my bungalow space. Then Sadie got my spare room, as well as my 2nd dresser and everything in that room went upstairs as well. THEN My mom moved in to my bungalow space. My room consists of a bed, dresser, broken night stand and a bunch of crap on the floor. There was no place for MY stuff!

My Christmas present from mom was paint to refinish my room and a bedding set. The paint has been sitting underneath a pile of random crap for months. I had no motivation to do anything with it. We just picked up sheets a couple weeks ago and I just need a cover to match the paint.

My mom and I went to TEC furniture, who are going out of business. I saw a bedroom set that I love and would look awesome in my room, once it is cleaned up. It was a great price and even though I feel kinda guilty spending moms money, she offered and I said yes!

For the first time EVER, I will have a new bedroom set.

Mark came over on his "lazy Sunday" and helped me paint the first coat on my room last night. Earlier yesterday I cleared my room. I bagged up 3 bags of clothes I don't wear. I put a bunch of stuff in boxes for a flea market we are going to work at the end of this month. I am so happy! My room is going to be nice. It's going to be Sadie proofed. It's going to MATCH. We are picking up the furniture Wednesday. I will take pics of the finished product. Woo hoo!!

Music

There is a song playing in my head at all times. Any song does not usuall say in my head for more than a day. Sometimes I don't know the words. Sometimes it is a song that I recently discovered I liked. When I find a song I really dig I like to play it over and over, mostly because the real version is better than my version, plus the real version doesn't have to make up the words. So seriously. I play the song over and over. Like on repeat in my car for a long ride and every ride for a week, until my inner jukebox is sick of the song and will play something else. Is that normal?

Lemme see if I can attach the song that is currently torturing me. It makes me bounce!!!:

Discover Beck!

Shark Club Reply

On Friday, May 23rd I emailed the Shark Club. I posted the email here. This is their reply, which I received last night:

Thank-you for your concern. We do not decide what the aquariums have in them. We pay a great deal of money to have a company come out and take care of them. They have the say so on what they want in there. I don;t know how long you were coming in here, but we had several sharks and other sea creatures that all died, and we are unable to replace them do to the extream cost of over a $1000.00 a shark. It is not a gimmick to bring in business because we have had them for 4 years now and not one person has said that is why they came in here. I wish a few plants would drum up business.

Wow. They are obviously too retarded to take care of those tanks. I'm not going to reply, because it is a waste of time but... they don't have a say?? They PAY someone don't they? The people taking their money REFUSES to let the tanks look nice? They pay someone to care for the creatures, and when the animals die they have to pay again to buy live ones? They have NO CHOICE? How... what... I don't... ???? Is that possible? Is there blackmail involved or something? I think I established why no one says they come for the tanks. This person is an idiot and said NOTHING that made sense. It was defensive drivel.

Baby Pic Comparison

Hmmm... I don't see it in the pics, but I think she looks like me, or some of the baby pics I have seen of me. Plus, how old was I here? I had had a haircut and lots more teeth... Maybe 2?

Sadie Update

I have been periodically email distand friends and family about Sadie's progress since she was born, with pics attached. Now I am blogging, so I will attach the latest and greatest:

Ok, well, she's already a month older, but I wanted to wait on the portrait pics.

Sadie is now a walker and talker, and of course a genius. She took her first steps before her birthday and was walking soon after. She says a handful of words. He newest one is EAT (eesh).

Sadie is still going to school 4 days while I am at work and especially likes Mrs. Ciciley. She spends Wednesdays with Aunty Tana and Kevin, Christopher and Jason. They love to spend time with her and feed her. I think they like to feed her a whole bunch cause she really loads her diaper up Wednesday nights.

Sadie likes to eat what mommy eats. She always steals my toast in the morning. Gramma would like to feed her cookies for breakfast every morning, but Sadie knows better. Sadie does not like beans of any kind cooked in any way. Works for me. She toots enough. She has discovered farting and burping is funny. She burped and got a reaction, so she forced another one and threw up instead. I about peed myself laughing so hard.

I think she may get her first haircut this weekend. See the pics and tell me if you agree!

zzzzz... uh... Wha?

So, the Wings are Stanly Cup winners again. I watched it with Mark at Rob and Angie's house. It was very exciting, tho the win lacked the excitement that a crowd of fans brings.

Mark and I got to bed around 1 am. I forgot to wear a snore strip, and I don't even know if he noticed. I didn't! We spent the last minutes of the night reviewing who we wouldn't "kick out of bed for eating crackers". I appreciate Mark's taste for the most part. There was a couple disturbing ones, but hey, who am I to judge? I would do James Taylor and Tom Hanks!

Yesterday I went to a viewing of a friends father. Everyone was doing well and they had it together. Today was the funeral. Everyone was not so good. Harold will be missed dearly by his family. I am not one to show emotions, especially crying. I know if you feel like crying you should, so I try not to do what I can do... like put my mind elsewhere 'till the feeling passes. The 5 year old grand daughter who went up to say a few words about how much she loved her papa got me and then another grandchild, Christopher who is 25, asked his papa to take care of his mom who passed 3 years ago. Dammit. Doesn't that fucking suck? They are a close family and have felt a lot of loss. How can you not cry for them?

So, the message for today is be good, and love, and express your love. Bah... pussies.

Blah again

I'm just tired is all. The Wings kept me up 'till 1am, so I could watch them lose. A-holes!
My procedure, the colonoscopy, was lame. I mean I knew it would suck and it did, but the one good thing I was told to look forward to was the drugs.

I did my share of psychidelics in college. I smoked my share of weed 'till I started getting paranoid from it years ago. I liked drugs. I like to alter my state of mind. I don't do it anymore because I'm older and wiser and it just doesn't fit in to my lifestyle anymore. Plus I need to keep the few brain cells left. I used to say I was only killing off the weak ones, but I think maybe I started saying that after I killed some important ones!

So - I was looking forward to an altered state of mind. Free even! They gave me something, which did a bunch of nothing and some benadryl, which made me a little sleepy. Fuckers. I watched my innards on t.v. and THAT was cool, but I don't know that it was worth fasting for 33 hours while I "clensed" my intestines. I think I kept as positive as I could thru the whole thing. I told Mark to eat... the man should not lose any weight if he can help it, and I also suggested that we not hang out while I was fasting. I was a little irritable with mom, and think I made a wise decision by keeping Mark away.

Here is what they found of interest:



Yeppers - thats me!

Fasting

I have to fast for about 30 hours for a colonoscopy. Everyone who has had to fast this long has told me how horrible it is going to be. The colonoscopy is the easy part according to them.

I decided I wanted to try to look at it as a positive fast. A lot of people fast for spiritual purposes. I am not very spiritual. haha - maybe I will be after a fast! Maybe I will like the way I feel and will want to continue for a couple more days. There is a lot of information online. The groups advocating fasting are a lil bit odd, but hey, I like odd.

So, I begin my fast Sunday morning. Clear liquids only. Monday afternoon is the procedure. I can do this.

I want my mindset to be positive, not miserable and whiny. Wish me luck!

Oh, did I mention I have to take some hard core laxitives? Woo Hoo!!!!

Mark wants to fast with me. Isn't he sooo cool?

Life is boring 'till it becomes tha past - FT. Lauderdale

I was talking to Mark last night and told him a little story that took place in Kansas City, MO.

I think I have been bored pretty much my whole life. Does everyone feel like that? I have a very unremarkable life. Yes, I have moved a lot, suffered, loved, learned, played, experimented... but it's just life and if it's happening, it's normal and pretty much booooring. Then, many years later the experiences become stories and sometimes interesting, well at least to me.

I feel like wasting some time and telling a tale, but I can't think of a good one. Hmmm.... Ft. Lauderdale? OK

I lived with my Uncle Don and gramma when I was 10. No Wait, I was living with... my mom and Gary - for the summer. Uncle Don partnered up with Joe and started a home improvement business in Woodhaven, MI. Apparently Joe was a cokehead and they committed some sort of tax fraud and I believe there may have been a fire at the end. Uncle Don packed up and moved down to Ft. Lauderdale. The summer between 5th and 6th grade we packed up some shitty old van and a pickup truck with a cap and headed down to FL. There was mom, Gary (Aarons Dad), Gramma, brothers Jesse and Aaron, and myself.
God, the trip is a story in itself. We towed the packed pickup with the van, everything full to the top... reminds me of the Beverly hillbillies moving scene. We overheated constantly as soon as we got to the smoky mountains. It was the middle of the summer, south, and we ran the heat at full blast to keep driving a little longer before we had to stop and cool the van off. Gary was a prick and insisted on silence while he drove. I was 10, Jesse was 6 and Aaron was 6 months old. The drive from Michigan to Florida took forEVER, but finally we arrived to our efficiency motel, where we lived for the next 6 months or so. It was 1 room, with 7 people. Plus the palmetto bugs, of course.

Gosh, that was long enough, eh? Maybe I will tell another Ft. Lauderdale story tomorrow, as I have a butload of work to do.

Shark Club Letter

I am not a writer. I know this and I know this is not well written, tho I think the content is good. I sent this to the Shark Club a couple days ago. No response yet.

FYI to Management,

My boyfriend and I have been frequenting the Shark Club for several months on Friday nights, ever since our first date there. We, along with the friends we occasionally brought with us, feel that the fish in your aquariums are depressing. You have great roomy tanks with beautiful fish, but absolutely no habitat, besides the rocks. They look miserable. We mentioned this to your waitstaff, who said they would pass along our concerns, but I got the impression that we were not the first people to complain and that the manager did not care what the customers thought... it's easier and cheaper to continue doing nothing.

We cannot in good conscience continue to give our money to an establishment that does not care about the animal life they use as a gimmick to bring in more business. The tanks are great. The fish are great. Put some plants in there and your customers will find the tanks pleasant, rather than depressing. Please let us know when you brighten the tanks. We would love to come back.

Kim Arnold

OK

OK, I'm feeling better, despite my lack of sleep and feeling like I'm getting sick.
Mark and I had a good, productive conversation last night. I sure do love him. And he's cuter than ever since he shaved off his 70's porn star/used car salesman mustache.

Look, here is John Holmes posing as a used car salesman!




IM JUST SAYIN IS ALL!

I think too much

Or maybe I don't think enough. Sometimes it seems like my day is full of a bunch of nothing. I try to think of something smart to write about here, but nothing smart is happening. I don't care and then again it bothers me. I am having a reflective day and my reflection bores me.
An old high school friend contacted me via facebook. He was troubled as a teen. He still battles depression, but has a successful life. He owns his own business and enjoys what he does. He finished art school, something I failed to do, and designs furniture now. He has a website and everything. I guess it makes me feel kinda lame. What have I accomplished? What can I accomplish? The important question, I think, is what do I want to do? I don't have an answer. So here I sit. Less depressed than my old friend, with not much to show for it. I'm just gettin by. The only really cool thing I did of worth is bring Sadie in to this world and any chick with working plumbing can do that.
Blah! OK, well, I will play trivia tonight, and hopefully get in to a better mood. Right now I'm kinda feeling like an ass. Hey... maybe I need to get outside more. Get some frickin SUN.

Let's Go Red Wings!

We are in the finals for the Stanley Cup. Go Red Wings - who's your daddy - go Red Wings... The first game is on Saturday. I look forward to watching!
Maybe I will suggest that Rob host a Wings party since he has the big fancy TV.
Monday is Memorial Day. I actually get the day off! Mom wants to have people over for BBQ. I told her I would be agreeable as long as Mark and maybe Aaron take care of the BBQ part. I dislike hosting dinner parties. Too stressful. My mom gets really stressed out too, but apparently she likes it, maybe for that reason. Sick I say.
Hmmm... Trivia with friends tomorrow night and Trivia with Mark Friday night. Trivia Thursday night too come to think of it, for Jessica's birthday. So... tonight is my only free night. I already promised to help mom download MP3's onto her new player.
I am a little tired. Mark and I did some catching up last night... and this morning.
The shed was less than exciting. It's just so big and solid and permanent in her yard. The owner is another sad case of foreclosure in the state of Michigan. Plus she was just kinda off. I like the idea of having one built on my property instead.
I finished my book on the Holocaust, and am now reading about the Autism spectrum, Aspergers Syndrome in particular. Interesting stuff. I think the world might be a better place if more people had this syndrome, tho I can see how it might be frustrating to have it.

Looking forward

Today should be a good day.
One reason is that I am going to get a significant amount of work done at work. Yes I am... right after I finish this blog. I have read my email, checked myspace and bought a bunch of friends. I also caught up on my co-workers weekends.
I am looking forward to looking at a shed someone wants to sell me. 12x12 barn style I think. I am so excited to have a shed in my yard! I'm going to clean the yard and make it nice for Sadie!
Then, Mark is coming over and my mom is going to cut his hair. Don't worry Mark, my mom finished beauty school. It was like... 37 years ago, but still. Plus it grows back AND it has been a long time since she snipped my skin. hehe
Finally, I think we will probably watch a movie... maybe 40 Year Old Virgin, which Mark has not seen.
Also, I have a few things to make up for from last week. I will get mine! mmmwah!

Ok... chat w Mark on the IM then off to work!!!

Fuck It

I'm over the flabby blabby blog. It's been 2 weeks and has not changed anything for me. What has been helping a little is looking at the nutritional information of the fast food I order, or almost order and I was already doing that. The only thing that blog was doing was depressing me a little. Today my co-workers chose Del Taco for lunch. I checked the info on the burger I wanted... 39 g fat! So then I looked at this burrito... 62 g of fat I shit you not. So, I chose rice, beans and 2 small soft tacos. 27 g fat and filling.
I have had a headache most of today, and it's building, so I'm not thinkin' about much else.

PMS

It sucks dick. It sucks a whole bag of dicks.





Bring back Lucky Louie!!

I wanna go to Disneyland

Yeah, you heard me. I love amusement parks. I suppose Cedar Point would work. I gotta check the fat-ass limits and diet accordingly:

Due to rider restraint system requirements, guests of exceptional size may not be accommodated on some of our rides. This may apply, but not be limited to, men who exceed 6’2”, or those who exceed 225 pounds, have a 40” waistline or 52” chest or females who exceed 200 pounds or wear size 18 or larger. Each person has different body proportions so it is not possible to list exact size and weight.


Dang. Lets try Disney:

I gave up. Either they don't have limits, or they want you to find out once it's too late and they already have your money.

Wella... Maybe I should set a weight loss goal and if I accomplish the goal I get to go to Cedar Point... tho then I still have to figure out how to pay for it. I'll send Mark some more job leads... :D Love you Mark!

Dreamland

I slept through the night last night and took a nap this morning when Sadie went down and THEN took ANOTHER nap this afternoon. I actually had had enough sleep so I had some memorable dreams. That is a rarity when you have a 1 year old.

The first one I remember was I was sleeping in bed and Mark was next to me. Warm and comforting. He wasn't supposed to be at my house this day, but there he was - naked and snuggled next to me. It was such a nice surprise and I was even happier knowing that he made the effort to come out just because he needed to be with me. I asked him why he was here and he said he didn't know, like it just kinda happened. It didn't really matter that he couldn't express why because I knew why.

Then: I was in my car with my mom and we were getting close to an old neighborhood where we lived in a motel for about 1/2 a year in Ft. Lauderdale. (yes we did for real). I wanted to go see the old place and mom was agreeable. It was dusk and as we approached our street I started becoming anxious. I'm not sure why. It was a seedy place but I had as many good memories as bad. Anyway, I recognized the landmarks and found the motel. We got out and explored. I love dreams that remind you of stuff you forgot. I walked behind the motel and approached the edge of the canal, but couldn't get too close to the edge, just like when I was 10, for fear of falling in. I kept my eye open for prostitutes, but I guess they must have cleaned the place up a bit because it was not as seedy as it used to be and as a matter of fact there was a little gift shop next door, which is where I was when my mom woke me up. I tried to get back to the dream, as I don't recall going back to that motel before in a dream and most of my dreams are in recurring places, but it didn't work - of course.

Maybe I'll go to bed at a decent time tonight and dream again! Woo hoo!

The Jews made me cry

I'm reading this book - The Courage to Care:

"A companion volume to the film of the same title, this collection of personal testimonies of rescuers and survivors recounts some of the heroic activities of non-Jews on behalf of Jews in various European countries during the Holocaust. Elegantly crafted with old pictures of the principals, this engaging but all-to-brief book provides a refreshingly uplifting record of truly compassionate people willing to risk their lives for their fellows. While some attribute their actions to parental upbringing, others to religious or humanitarian impulses, most see their rescue efforts as unspectacular and natural. Greenberg provides a historical overview and Wiesel and others reflect on why some took risks while most did not. This will appeal to scholars and laypersons alike."

We have all seen pictures and film of emaciated victims of the Nazis and the piles of bodies in shallow graves. It's all very fucked up and horrible, but I'm kinda used to it, you know? I'm reading this book with first hand accounts of what motivated people to save the lives of some of the Jews they encountered, and it just broke my heart as it did theirs. Fuckers made me cry.

A sympathizer sees: The final moments before death a man with his son are in a long line to a pit of bodies that they will join. The fathers face is without emotion. His 10 year old boy was weeping. The image of this man stroking the hair of his son as they shuffle closer to slaughter... I'm crying again. At work. Fuck. Anyway, no parent should feel what that man felt. And he was in line with so many others doing the same thing. I guess I'm putting myself in his place. There are so many other storys. I cried a couple times last night. I have to keep reading. I must witness. They deserve that at least.

Walking Dead

Zuh om bay zuh om bay zuh om bay ay ay ay oh oh oh...

I took a couple Bayer headache aspirin, so the caffeine should kick in soon and get me through the work day. I feel like I smoked a fat joint 'cause my eyelids are impossibly heavy.

Mark and I are both light sleepers, which means every time one of us moves we both wake up.

I have been breaking out of my dreams and telling him a little something that makes no sense to him or me the next day. I just remember telling him something. Interesting.

And then there's the close contact, which is a bit too stimulating for sleeping, but I am getting used to it. At least once a night the stimulation is too much for poor Mark and then we end up fully awake, which then makes it hard to get back to sleep. There are worse problems.

Finally, there's the snoring. He snores lightly occasionally. It's not that bad. I use the Breathe Right strips, which usually work very well. When they don't I keep Mark awake and he wakes me up every 2 minutes so I will stop snoring. Last night I vaguely remember telling him to use ear plugs 'cause one of us should get some sleep. Poor guy.

Come on caffeine! I gots some work to do!

No work today!

I mean, I showed up at 8ish. I left at 5ish. I just didn't do any actual work. I brought Sadie with me then took her to her 12 month well baby visit. She didn't grow much! 24 1/2 lbs, 30 in. 3 shots and 1 blood draw. That sucked. Dropped her off at daycare and by then it was time for lunch. Ate. Went to the hospital to visit my Friend, Shultz, who had a heart attack. Back at work. I've been fucking around. Oh, I dealt with some work stuff and checked work email and bought work groceries and bid on a work phone on eBay... but I didn't get anything off of my desk. And now here I am wasting the last 10 minutes. Too bad so sad.

I am beat. I didn't sleep well last night after I woke up around 3:30. Luckily Mark was awake too. OK, technically I woke him up. He didn't complain.

I have no plans for the evening and lots of stuff to do but I don't see myself doing a whole lot but waiting for Sadie to go to bed so I can veg and go to bed early. Yaaaaawn!

Weekend

I had a good/busy/stressful weekend.

Good: Saw Iron Man with Mark on Friday. I had so much to do for Sadie's birthday party that I should not have gone, but I wanted to. I made the bourbon chicken marinate beforehand and we still made it before the movie started. Had sex throughout the weekend. Sex is guuud.
Busy: I am a procrastinator. I usually throw evening parties and can prepare that day. Sadie's party was for 25 people who showed up at my house at 11:30 am. I was not prepared. The BBQ was not set up, due to the BBQ man being in the hospital for an MRI, and his wife,my cousin lost her grandmother. Then their son got things going and burned the shit out of the chicken. I guess Bourbon is hard to cook and also, I just learned that it should have been started 2 hours earlier. Wait... I'm getting ahead of myself... that goes in the stressful category. I baked 2 cakes after the movie. 2 cakes before the parry. Macaroni salad before the party. Cleaned. Baked beans... you know... a bunch of party stuff I was not prepared for.
Stressful would be having a house full of hungry people with not enough food. Dang it! The chicken was ready after everyone left. It was eaten at the "survival" party later that night.
Saturday night, after a little nap (and sex hu huh), we went to Stevies for the survival party.

Mark explored his semi naturalist side after only a couple beers. Most of my friends need more liquid confidence, but he comes by it naturally I guess. Mark had to work early the next morning so I was one of the first people to leave my own party! Not that I'm complaining. I was tired and wasn't very stimulated at the party, aside from Mark that is.

Sunday... a lazy day. Napped when Sadie napped. Looked at sheds at Home Depot, bought annuals, pulled some tulip bulbs from the lawn, played w Sadie outside. Caught up on some DVR'd shows. Boring, but good.

Tonight we have a movie night planned for Jesse's new flat screen in my basement. True Romance. Mark has never seen it! Oh so good!

Friday at last!

Happy birthday to Sadie. My lovely daughter is one year old today.
I have 25 people coming to an 11:30 am BBQ tomorrow. Yikes!
I am going to the movies tonight, despite my better judgement because it sounds like fun and I am in to fun. We are going to see Iron Man. I'm not a comic book movie type, but I love Robert Downey Jr., so it's all good.
I also have to grocery shop for the BBQ, make macaroni salad, make bourbon chicken marinade, bake a big cake for guests and a special one for Sadie. I have to clean my house. It will rain tomorrow, so we will be inside. I don't like being responsible for the happiness of 25 guests! OK, so now that I have freaked myself I will get to list making and organize my thoughts and my day and everything will be ooooo kaaaay. Mark will help me a bit before the movie too. Thanks Mark!

A nice day

I had a nice day/night with Mark. I don't like going too long without intimacy with him. I missed him. Gah... I'm such a chick. Maybe his employment issue will bring him closer to me. Hopefully something good will come out of a stressful situation. Oh, and add handles stress well to his list of things I am grateful for. Oh, and FYI... I am aware of his faults too. Just thought I'd say that so he doesn't think he's on a pedestal and had to live up to unreasonable expectations.

My brother was an ass to Stacie at Chatters from what I hear. I'm sorry I tried to set them up. I had no idea he was so fucked up. We left as Stacie was arriving. I heard him come home with her and fun noises coming from his room. This morning I yelled down "wakey wakey! anybody wanna get up and go to work?" and Jesse mumbled, I assumed to Stacie. I said "Stacie... time for work!" She is my assistant. Jesse mumbled some more... and I realize he's whispering "It's not Stacie". Oh. I just walked away. Can you say awkward? Stacie is cool. He is a fucked up ass. Sorry Stacie!