April 9, 2008

Another Mercy Post

I’ve been slacking on the blog. Again. I am a failure as a blogger. I went from posting daily to posting only when I’m feeling guilty about not posting.

In my defense, I’m still trying to catch up on laundry and housework. After four days away, I feel like life is in disarray. It kind of is.

But the good news:  I’m blogging from the couch (my favorite place to blog), Dawson is WIDE AWAKE (and making me suffer through another episode of Diego) and we just upgraded our high speed internet (and wireless) to SUPER MEGA faster-than-the-speed-of-light service. It’s the shit. Just 48 hours ago, I could only blog on this laptop if I had the patience of a saint. It would get stuck and the pages wouldn’t load properly. Today? It is bliss. Really groovy, just sayin’.

Oh…look at that, Dawson finally fell asleep. I swear that child is torturing me. His sleep schedule is still screwed up. When I was in New York, he spent most of his time at my parents’ house. The place where there are no rules for really adorable 3-year-olds. The kid went to bed whenever he wished.

When I finally got home and tried to put him to bed, it was like a reenactment of the Civil War. Canon balls exploded. Or rather, a very demanding, screeching child exclaimed, “But I DON’T WANNA GO TO BED! Poppa NO make DAWSON GO TO BED!!” Grandparents. They mean well, but now I’ve got to undo the spoiled rotten damage that has been done.

I just realized I’m still blogging and Diego is still on the damn T.V. I’m too lazy to find the remote to shut it off.

I don’t know if I’ve blogged this before — I searched my archives but found nothing — but I’m a fan of James Patterson novels. Most especially the Women’s Murder Club books. A million years ago my friend Dish lent me the first two in the series and I absolutely loved them. This is how I got hooked on the show on ABC, too.

So, anyway, I bought books 3, 4 & 5 just before I left for my trip. I finished reading 3rd Degree and 4th of July in two days. I couldn’t put the darn books down. I’m sad because I’ll most likely finish the 5th Horsemen in a day and I don’t have the sixth and seventh in the series yet. My husband is impressed. Not about the fast reading, but about all the “time” I have on my hands. I really don’t have time. I just don’t sleep. There’s a difference.

Okay. Enough 11:30 rambling. You all, you normal people, are probably in bed right now. Sleeping soundly. Sweet dreams!

May 2, 2006

Leaky Rain Gutters

Last night at 10 p.m., I stepped out onto our deck to have a cigarette. Doug decided to come out with me. He doesn’t smoke (I shouldn’t either) but he likes to talk to me when I’m inhaling nicotine and tar.

It was kind of rainy and I made a comment that our rain gutters should either be cleaned or replaced because I was getting dripped on.

Doug replied, “Well, crawl up there and clean them.”

“What? Me? Why me? I don’t wanna die.” I said.

“You won’t die.” He rolled his eyes at me.

“Yes, I will. I’ll fall off the roof and plummet to my death. My head will hit the concrete and that will be the end of me.”

I searched his face for some compassion. Nothing. Blank face stare. He must be crazy, to think I’m going to crawl up there and clean those stupid things.

He looked up at the gutters and said, “They aren’t that bad. I don’t see much of a leak.”

To prove my point that they were leaking, what do I do? I stick my face out and get dripped on.

“See!! Do you see this rain drop on my face? They leak!”

My wonderful husband rolled his eyes again, and decided to burst out into song! Instead of agreeing with me, that in fact the rain gutters SUCK, he starts singing. “Rain drops keep falling on my head….”

The man drives me insane.