37 posts tagged “bed”

Ugh.
I woke up with that song in my head.  At 530a. 
Now I can't get it out. 

I've been sick the past couple of days and I think I was running a mild fever.  I think that fever broke this morning around 530a.  I woke up and immediately sat up (like they do on movies) then got out of bed, took out my contacts, went pee, tried to go back to sleep and realized that that wasn't going to happen and I was probably just keeping the T awake by coughing and blowing my nose all the time.  So I got out of bed again, took a shower, and here I am.  I'm totally ready to go back to bed, too!  But little T needs to get on the bus in an hour so I figured I'll just wait for that then I'll crawl back in bed and take a nap.

Actually...
Fuck that.
I can get a good 30-40 mins before the T's alarm clock goes off.
I'm going to bed.

A year ago I was living in Portland, Maine.  Sharing Nathan's bed (in a purely nonsexual way) and his bedroom while working two jobs trying to save up some money to get to Portland, Oregon.

A year and a day ago there was a big-ass storm in Portland, Maine.  I remember it well because I went outside to shovel my car off when Nate left so it would take less time to shovel it off when I went to work.  Then, when I left to go to work this is what my car looked like, after being completely cleared 3 hours prior.

But, what can ya do?  I shoveled it out again then went to work.  I took this picture on my way to work that day ...

Smart of me, huh?  Take a picture with road conditions that crappy...  Oh well, I was at a stop light (I think.)
What I'm getting at here is that it was fucking snowy.  Really, really snowy.  Last winter was a very snowy winter in Maine from what I remember.  (Or maybe my tolerance level has dropped because it'd been so long since I lived in Maine in the winter.)

Three days ago I had a snow day.  Not the type of snow day where I decide that the roads are too crappy and I don't want to go to work (or I just don't want to go to work and use the roads as an excuse.)  The restaurant I work at was CLOSED.  I didn't have the option to go in if I wanted to.

This is the picture I took on Sunday (the snow day).

Notice the dark spots on the lawn?  That's grass!!  Which means there's only a 1/2 to an inch of snow. 

Now, I understand that my perspective is different.  Snow and crappy road conditions aren't nearly as common here as they are in Maine combine that with the fact that there are only 2 or 3 plows for the entire city and it makes for fucked up roads with shitty drivers all over them.

But my god, people!!

I woke up absolutely livid this morning.
Went to bed kind of pissed off too.

Why, you ask?

When I got home from work last night I was checking weather reports and what not and decided to check the Kids school to make sure he had school.  He didn't.  They cancelled it because we MIGHT get some snow.  That irritated me because I was planning to finish up some Christmas shopping and get pho with Lesley today and with no school that means I can't do either.   I understand Maine is a far cry from Portland Oregon when it comes to weather.  They're not equipped to deal with this stuff like we are back home, so fine, whatever.  What pissed me off was the fact that the Terrorist never told me.  And I know he knew because they have this nifty automated phone system that calls all the parents to let them know as soon as the decision is made to cancel school.

HE KNOW"S THAT I"M GOING TO HAVE TO CANCEL MY PLANS TO STAY HOME WITH THE KID AND HE DOESN'T HAVE THE COURTESY TO TELL ME!?!?!?! 

What the fuck!?!??!?!?!

I figure there's an explanation and I go to bed.  Maybe he's planing on telling me in the morning...

Next morning (this morning)
The alarm goes off, the T gets up, Nothing.
He comes in the bed room, roots around in his closet for a bit, still nothing.
At this point I'm contemplating bringing it up but the bed is warm and the living room is not so the lazy, sleepy side wins.   Plus I'm still convincing myself that he'll pop in to give me a kiss and inform me of the lack of school right before he leaves.

Then I hear the front door open and close.

Immediately I go from kinda pissed off to totally livid.
Then I promptly fall asleep for an hour or two.

When I wake up, I immediately start fighting with him in my head and I can tell you, it's not pretty.

Part of my morning routine is to check and see if I have missed calls.  There were none but I decided to check the recent call log.  Last call... The Terrorist 7.55p 12/16

What?
I don't remember talking to him last night.

So I check my voice-mail...
The third message went something like this...
"Hey baby, I just got a call from Little T's school, he doesn't have school tomorrow and it's supposed to get bad tonight so you should get out of there as soon as possible and drive safe."

Holy mother fucker, I am a complete and total Jackass!!!

I felt like the HUGEST idiot.

• Not too long ago a vox buddy of mine was irritated with her husband.  I don't exactly remember the details but more or less she was annoyed about something, got to work, got a big ass bouquet of flowers and then forgot why she was annoyed.  What is it about women and flowers?  I always thought I was immune to that gushy response.  I'm totally not.  Yesterday was kind of a crap ass day.  I get home, say Hi to the boys, go in the kitchen to get some food and there's a bouquet of flowers for ME!!!  Not for my mom, not for my sister, or my coworker or any of the other women I know who always get flowers... FOR ME!!!  I've been grinning like an idiot since.
• Little T gets out of the shower this morning and tells me that he had to jump down from his bunk bed by stepping on the dresser because there was a GIGANTIC spider on the ladder to his bed.  I get a shoe, tell myself not to scream when I see this thing (and if it jumps at my face in defense) because the T is sleeping and tiptoe in.  He points it out, it's FUCKING MASSIVE and not like "I swear it was THIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSS BIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGG" massive.  The thing was really big, honestly.  And it had a web around it, which made no sense to me.  Upon further inspection I realize the spider is actually a giant, tightly knotted hair ball. 
  
• I'm going to my first ever hockey game on New Years Eve.  Apparently they're rival teams and it's pretty much guaranteed to be full of fights.  (Awesome!)
• I have a party of 20ish people coming in today at 1030a. 
  
• I got pretty flowers, from the one person I didn't think I'd ever get them from.  (Because he has major allergies not because he's a cold hearted non-flower giver.)
• They're talking about making me an asst. manager type at the restaurant.

There is/was more but in my head I keep going back to the fact that I got pretty flowers.  And I needed to be in the shower 10 minutes ago so... yeah.... Bye!

Reading while sitting sideways on a bus isn't a good idea.  My head and tummy are all Topsy turvy because of it. 

The Terrorist made chicken hearts today.  Even texted me and asked me if I wanted him to save me some. 
Now, I'm not a huge carnivore.  I eat meat, yes.  Red meat too, but I have a hard time with certain parts.  I told him he didn't need to save me some then after talking to him about it for a minute or two I decided I could at least try one.  I told him to save me one and I'd try it.  I get home, go in the kitchen and there's a plate of little hearts waiting for me. 

I couldn't do it. 

You can see the little aorta's.  I can't eat something if I know what part it is and what that part does.  (Not sure if that makes sense but it doesn't matter.)  It reminds me of the food part of that show Fear Factor.  Blech.  Even though it's nothing like that.  Still... I can see the aorta. 

I need to go to bed. 

I have a feeling I'm going to dream about chicken hearts.

After reading through this post... I realize that it's sporadic and hard to understand because it's very stream of thought-ish.  I apologize but this heart thing has gotten me a bit frazzled. 

I am not, nor do I claim to be a great driver. 
I understand this and am okay with it.
What makes me better behind the wheel than oh-so-many people is the fact that I actually know what that little stick the the left of the steering wheel is and what it's purpose it.
Why do people insist on turning, merging, lane changing without using a fucking blinker?!?!
It's not like it's hard to do.  It's a fairly minor effort!  You're turning the wheel that way anyway, just nudge the blinker lever with your finger as your going by it.  Fuckers.

I think I hate people today. 
No.
I'm sure I hate people today.
I had this epiphany today when I was at Fred Meyers and I had this over whelming desire to punch Tinkerbell.*

I wanted to get stuff done today. 
Fuck that. 
I ain't doin' shit. 

I'm going to go crawl back into bed and stay there for as long as humanly possible.

*  Apparently there is a new Tinkerbell movie coming out and they have movie posters up for it.

I attempted this last night but I kept falling asleep so I'm going to do it again today.

Loves:

-Lazy Cuddly mornings in bed.
-The perfect cuppa coffee.
-Being Productive

Loathes:

- The fact that my body hurts from sexing but I didn't DO anything.  Actually I don't really mind it that much, it's like a 
  little reminder of the events that took place last night.
- Being in debt.
- My severe lack of motivation today (most days).

I never figured out a budget.  That's bad.  I need one.  I will do it though.  I just have to get the motivation to actually look at that shit.  It's time to grow the fuck up and face the fact that I'm an adult and I have bills to pay and whatnot.  I did, however, pound out a letter to my dad and ideally after I finish this post I'm going to go "face the day" which will include making sure it's in the mail (before the post dude gets here.)

The people who live on the far end of my building (The By-The-Way's) have a baby .  He's about 8 months old or so, cute fucking kid.  Supper adorable.  Anyway, Mrs. By-The-Way is a stay at home mom.  She seems like a nice enough lady but whenever I see her she looks completely haggard!  I feel kind of bad for her.  I never want to experience that.  Granted I know nothing of the specifics of her situation.  She could have chronic fatigue syndrome... there could be a billion reasons why she looks so wrecked all the time but I think it's probably that she's stuck in the house all day with the kid.  Don't get me wrong, I see nothing wrong with stay at home parents, if that's what you wanna do, cool.  I just don't think I could do it. 

I'm such a noise neighbor.  Mrs. & Baby By The Way just left (which is what prompted the last paragraph) they just got home.  Must have gone to Freddy's.  Now they're sitting in the car so I can't tell if they went to Freddy's or not. 

Fuck, I need a hobby.

Okay time to go be productive.

... but it's been 48 hours since I last posted.  :-)

I think the fact that I'm proud of this makes me a blogging addict.
Oh well.

I need to go to bed. 
The current plan is to get to the Terrorist's house early tomorrow morning and start packing up the truck.
It's moving day kids!

Now I must go crawl into my lonely bed... for the last time.  :-)

Went to the Terrorists house tonight.
We watched Fahrenheit 9/11 & 9/11 Mysteries*

I have mixed feelings about these types of shows.  I like them because it's good to know what the fuck is going on but they also freak me the fuck out because it reminds me how much evil there is in our back yard.
I don't like being constantly freaked out, which is why I'm totally okay with remaining blissfully ignorant. 

The documentaries combined with the book I'm reading

A Memory, A Monologue, a Rant and a Prayer by Eve Ensler and the fact that I happened to tune into the radio long enough to hear a "Crime Stoppers" commercial regarding a store not to far from here kind of gave me an unsettling case of the heebie jeebies.  So much so that while walking to my car on his completely quiet street in his completely safe neighborhood I felt the need to break out my mace... just in-case.  Then I kept the mace with me while going around closing all the blinds and checking all the closets in my apartment... again... Just in-case. 
In case what... I'm not really sure.  But it made me feel better. 

Now, I'm going to bed.  After I close the closet door.

* When I say "we" I mean I watched it, he slept through most of it which I guess is okay because he has seen it a bazillion times...

I enjoy playing with candle wax. 
Always have.

I generally do it more when I'm intoxicated* than when sober.  I think I need to stop it.  Tonight I totally spilled wax all over my favorite pair of fat pants and I killed a candle (fucked up the wax to wick ratio).  

This sucks.  I really like these pants.

I'm bored.  I should go to bed.  I fucking slept until noon though.
There goes the 1.30a train. 
I'M BORED!

What the fuck, I have tons of shit to do I'm just being lazy.  I think I'm going to go to bed.  Or write out lists.  I really do enjoy lists.  I don't get it.  The only people I've known who really enjoy lists are totally OCD types.  I'm not, at all.  But I love 'em.

Oh well.

I need to google how to get wax out of clothing.

*Generally stoned I think because I think if I tried playing with candles/wax while drunk I'd probably just catch myself on fire.