lasts for thousands of closures

I just inadvertently smeared vaseline into the corner of my eye. Because my eyes don't give me enough crap already. Anyway, don't ask. Just know that it was never my intent to smear vaseline in my eye. It's sort of like if someone told you not to lick your finger and even though you pretty much never lick your finger, I mean you've gone years without licking your finger even, but as soon as they say 'don't lick your finger,' you decide that licking your finger is your new mission in life. Like you might go berserk if you don't. I guess it's like that for some people but I don't know.

My daughter is taking piano lessons. Okay, she's been to one lesson so far but she has been practicing the little songs she was assigned and is doing great with it. She lost another bottom tooth the other day at school. She brought it home in a cute little tooth shaped tooth box and she repeated over and over that she hoped the tooth fairy wouldn't take the tooth shaped tooth box. But the tooth fairy being such a forgetful dummy took the tooth box and then later when no one was looking put it back under the pillow empty like 'Oh, we must not have seen it the first time!' Oh, tooth fairy, that's a good one.

My glasses are in sorry shape, folks. All stretched out and wonky. If I lean over slightly they slide right off my face. Or try to. I'm really tired of it and I keep thinking I should make an appointment to get my eyes examined anyway. But I've got so much other stuff to do, I just keep skipping it. Smart!

On a less sour note, I really like this black turtleneck sweater I'm wearing. It's making me feel a lot sharper than I really am. Whee. The other day, me and the internet decided I was dehydrated, perhaps chronically so. So I've been drinking a lot of slightly flavored water until I feel sufficiently hydrated. Or until the internet tells me to stop. I did truly try to stop drinking cherry coke zero. But I didn't wean myself, I sort of just went wild and cut them down to one. And what a mistake that was. Because it felt like, and maybe I was just delirious, but I actually imagined my head was giving birth to more heads. It was intense.

The other night, because the Dream Department in my Brain is understaffed, underfunded, unimaginative, bitter, lazy and too busy texting, I had yet another dumb projector dream. Seriously though I wish you could see some of the wacky projection equipment my brain invents. The best part of my projector dreams is not the actual projector head but the stupid rollers that should be taking my film to a platter or a reel. I love me some rollers. Rollers all over the place so that film has to make all kinds of crazy paths to whatever weird thing I've decided to place my dream film on. A platter. A suitcase. Just let it roll on out the door. Who knows and best of all, no one seems to care where my film is going.

Projector dreams are like my default dreams. Well, sometimes I dream I am not wearing pants.

holidog and holidazzles

It's 2:14 am...time to blog! It's really sort of a hassle because when I go to log in, I'm already logged in under one name so I have to log out then log back in (OMG, so exhausting, all that) and I usually screw up the password once or twice because, well, I'm stupid. And so by the time I click New Post I just don't really even want to bother.

That was all one sentence. One big ass, awful sentence.

I'm so tired!

When I get really tired (like now), my hands feel numb. I guess that's normal, right. They could also feel numb because I've just played two straight hours of Build-a-lot. I am so tired of building castles. I built a cinema even though it didn't make me any money. I just built it because it looked pretty. Pretty cinema. Anyway, I think it's pretty funny that I build castles and then collect rent on them. Who really rents a castle? Just seems excessive.

I realized earlier today that years and years of working in a movie theatre have left me bitter and jaded and extremely (and i do mean extremely) skeptical. I mean even more skeptical than before because I think I was born skeptical. I came out saying "I'm not sure this is right." I was going to discuss why I feel this way but now I don't wanna.

I wish losing weight was a lot easier.

I'm going to bed, dang it.

fly most thickly at midday

My son has been attending a speech clinic this July because that's the summer fun crazy times I provide for my children! But seriously, he has really enjoyed it and I feel that great strides have been made. His biggest obstacle was whole sentences and man, it's getting much much better.

I found out tonight which kindergarten class he will be in so THAT was exciting...but it made me a little heartachey. I can't talk about it right now, my baby boy going to school.

So...I still have some birthday money. I see something I might want and I evaluate and think on it and ultimately decide I don't need it. I am slowly sucking the fun out of having birthday money. I can always use a flash drive. I might go buy a sewing pattern tomorrow. Thrilling.

I was going to make a cobbler tonight but we went to the drive in instead.

Am I the only person that doesn't think pandora is all that great? I used to think it was pretty great but that's back when I thought more things were great. Those times, they were great. There was so much great, it was a little overwhelming. Great, I would say, I just found another great thing. Great eventually became a burden and slowly I stopped visiting great and let the weeds take over and now great has evolved into pretty good. This paragraph makes no sense at all. None. Great.

I have been sitting here w/ my earbuds in listening to nothing. At least I am prepared to listen to something should something come along that needs to be listened to. Actually, I am going to bed now because i am crazy tired.

i will simply repaint it

I have created quite a little mess around my computer here at the kitchen table. I told myself I wouldn't create a little mess and I did it anyway. I can't get myself to listen to anything I say! Who do I think I am!

So I went and got my little portable folder filey thingy (I don't know what to call it) and I was going to organize everything and well, now it's sitting here too with all the papers piled on top! Things are going about the same as always around here.

Have you even thought about all the things you can do with vinegar? No? Well, I have. I have been adding vinegar to the rinse water and cleaning just about everything with it and I just blab, blab, blab about vinegar all the time and all the freaking things it can do. I am feeling more than a little compelled to search for more things vinegar can do right now, this very minute. But I won't.

SO. I went to the doctor a few weeks ago because I had a weird lump above my belly button and it was scaring the crap out of me. It wasn't an alien though. It was a benign fatty tumor called a lipoma. Then the following week I went and got some bloodwork done to check my cholesterol and thyroid and turns out I'm normal! just completely normal! Wheeeeeeeee. The whole bloodwork business stemmed from the fact that the doctor was appalled that I had not had those items checked because I should have done that like YEARS ago and Woman, what have you been doing? He asked me who had been taking care of me and I said urgentcare which made him gag on his own saliva I'm pretty sure. I thought that was a bit exaggerated. I mean other than that lady doctor squeezing my knees when I had an ear infection, the doctors at urgentcare have been fine.

But I like my new doctor because I haven't had a doctor in a long, long time. Like for my very own. But I left him there at his office because I don't have room for him at home. Won't he be pleased when he gets back from vacation and sees how great I did with my lab work. I'm the best blood giver ever! I bet it says so on my chart.

Well, we are getting up pretty early in the morning so I should probably head to bed. But of course at 12:25am some douchebag is up doing firecrackers.