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Archive for December, 2009

Counting Sheep

For the past several weeks, I’ve awakened at 3 am.  Sometimes I can go back to sleep, sometimes I can’t.  Last night, was a “no-can-do” night.  So, I got up and wandered around and did a few things for about an hour, then went back to bed.  Got up at 8:30 or so. 

One of the first things I did when I got up at 3, was to search the internet for reasons I would be awake at a somewhat consistent time.  First reason that showed up most often – DEPRESSION.  Oh, for Pete’s sake.  Seriously?  Even though I am the poster child for depression, I really don’t thing this is depression-related.  If it had been one or two nights, maybe.  But, for a month?  I really doubt it.  Plus, I don’t have any other signs.  And, believe me.  I look.

Then, there’s the theory that something is actually waking me up, but not lasting long enough to have me recognize it.  Such as a freight train going by.  Hmmmm.  Possibly.  The only way to figure that one out is to actually stay up until 3 am and see if I hear anything.  That’s a last resort.

I’m trying a new tactic.  I’m staying up later than normal.  I don’t have to get up in the morning, so I can get my regular hours of sleep in, and then we’ll see what happens. 

I called and got a new CPAP mask ordered today.  Maybe that’ll help.  When I called, the woman on the other end of the phone told me that earlier this month, a man called and said he needed new crap supplies.  She thought, “what?!?!?”  Then she realized he thought CPAP was C-R-A-P.  She said she’s heard people call the CPAP a lot of things, but this was the first time she’d heard it called “crap.”  She said she could barely stay on the line, she was laughing so hard.

So, tonight I’m trying to stay up later.  And, I’m drifting off even as I write.  Good night, friends.  I’ll catch you on the flip side.

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What’s in a Name?

I was looking for prunes the other day.  Too bad I could only find “dried plums.”

Apparently the California Prune Board felt it was time for a new marketing strategy.

What Kind of Twisted Christmas Do You Celebrate?

I have a question that has haunted me for years.  Who writes some of these Christmas songs?  Have they ever even celebrated Christmas?

Take “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.”  I really like this song, but there is a line in there that has always bugged me.  “There’ll be scary ghost stories, and tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago.”  Scary ghost stories?  Who tells ghost stories at Christmas?  Anyone?  Anyone?  Bueller?

Another one that makes me laugh is Neil Diamond’s “You Make it Feel Like Christmas.”  “So wake up the kids, put on some tea, light up the tree, it’s Christmas Day.”  Put on some tea?  This is actually more believable than telling ghost stories, but another tradition I’m not familiar with.  Ever heard of the traditional Christmastime-only beverage egg nog, Neil?  No?  How about hot chocolate?  Tea?  huh.  Not feeling it.  Now, take into consideration that our buddy Neil is part of that special group of non-Christians that want to cash in on the holiday, but not actually celebrate our Savior’s birth.  Apparently, throwing in the words “Christmas” and “tree” make it acceptable for our Christmas cds.

Finally, I ask you to take a look at “I Believe in Father Christmas.”  This song is an anti-Christmas song disguised as a Christmas song.  I used to really like this song, singing along with what I “thought” were the words.  Nope.  I think my “favorite” line is the final one, “The Christmas you get you deserve.”  OUCH!

Notice I left out the novelty songs involving front teeth, grandmas, and the worst of all–hippos.  These songs have never claimed to be serious, reflective Christmas songs.  As annoying, and nerve-grating as these songs may be, they truly are in their own category.

God bless you all and Merry Christmas!  (put on that tea and settle in for those scary stories)

Fun with the Kids

The other night the kids and I were out, and just for the fun of it, I decided to drive right along the edge of Manchester and hit those “wake up strips” that are cut out of the side of the road.  Well, of course, it makes a loud sound and a vibration (as it is supposed to).  But, instead of pulling back onto the road, I stayed on the strip for quite awhile.  The kids really started laughing.  Then, I was laughing so hard my eyes were filling up with tears!  Because the people who would drive by us would really look, since it makes just as much noise outside the car for all to hear!  I was trying to keep a straight face, but it wasn’t working too well.

It was one of those things that is so stupid, it is funny.  And it brought the Farmers together and created another memory. 

This story didn’t translate well when the kids were telling Tom.  Guess you had to be there.

I Miss You, Steve!

Mark’s birthday was Monday, and my parents had us come over for cookie cake to celebrate.  At Karen’s spot, she had a Blues Clues birthday napkin.  I said,  “Aww!  Look at that!  Remember, Mr. Salt and Mrs. Pepper?   Oh, Slippery Soap!”  I was so excited to reminisce about the “good ol’ days.”  My mom went over to her cabinet, and lo, and behold, I was blessed with a different Blues Clues napkin.  This one had clues for what Blue wanted to do that Steve had drawn in his “handy dandy notebook.”  FUN!  My dad even remembered that the guy on the show was named Steve.  We then discussed how much more we liked Steve than Joe.

The next day, Mark sent me this photo of Steve.  Mark likes the change.  I miss the old Steve.

Go Spartans!

That’s what a man shouted out to me yesterday at the Post Office.  “Go Spartans!”  I turned around and gave him a thumbs up, and turned back around and grinned.

My high school mascot was a Colt (yes, a baby horse.  very intimidating, isn’t it?  Why didn’t they just call us the Puppies?), and my college mascot was a Bear (much better, thank goodness).  So why “Go Spartans?”

Because I bought a Michigan State jacket at a close-out sale at a store called Steve and Barry’s in Joplin, MO last year after Christmas.  It was something like a ridiculous $7.  A nice letter jacket.  Nice and warm.  They had all sorts of colleges, but Michigan State offered the least obnoxious colors.  My apologies to those of you that attended a “colorful” university.  If I had gone to University of Illinois, I would have bought that jacket.  Bright orange sleeves and all.  But, I was just looking for a warm jacket.

But, I never anticipated the reactions I would get by wearing it.  I had one guy accuse me of being a fair-weathered fan, since last year their basketball team was doing well.  I laughed and explained that I didn’t even follow college basketball and explained that I’d just gotten a good deal on this jacket. 

After several encounters just like that, I decided to come up with a story that was shorter than “Well, you see, I got it for a really good price and it was the least obnoxious of all the other ones there.”  So now I just say, “Yes, my nephew goes there.”  They don’t know my oldest nephew is 15.  Just call him Doogie Howser.

Go Spartans!

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