Awake...Again

I can’t sleep, so you win, Bloggersville. Damn leprechauns.

Well, you win, sort of, since I’m trying to catch up a little on writing. And maybe post twice in two days. There isn't a rule on content, is there? If so, I'm busted. It’s almost 3 a.m., and I’ve slept about 30 minutes tonight. I don’t know what’s going on, except that. work. keeps. cycling. through. my. brain. like. a. maniac. and. will. not. leave. me. alone.

So, each time I think of someone I haven’t called on, or need to visit, I put them on my crackberry calendar. Right then and there. Which insures that my alarm will be going off all day tomorrow, reminding me to do all the things I dreamt about (or thought about when I tried to dream) tonight.

I even took a natural sleeping pill at midnight, which, at the rate it’s going, should probably kick in about 6 a.m., when I should be up getting ready for work.

Zack the Wonderdog has his vasectomy (neuter) appointment later on this morning at 8 a.m. Life should be interesting later this afternoon, when we get him home. I was reading up on what to expect after surgery and found out that you can actually buy prosthetic testicles for your dog. ThatManILove has been teasing about getting them for Zack so that Zack won’t lose his stud dog look, but I think (and hope) he’s teasing.

Anyway, I’m going to go count green sheep now.

Again.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Vacation? or Brain Wave?

I've been reading your blogs all weekend. And I started reading again this morning. And then I realized that I'd not posted all weekend.

Duh. So, will this suffice? (Webster would probably roll over in his grave reading "duh" and "suffice" in the same line)

I'll catch up later. Promise!

Please Pray for Braja at Lost and Found in India

Friends are friends, no matter the distance, no matter the time. A good friend once told me that true friends are those who chase sleep for you. Quickly, over the waves of the internet, Braja at Lost and Found In India has become a close friend, though we’ve not yet met. I am but one of a few hundred Braja fans, but somehow, amongst the crowd, we connected. Across all sorts of barriers, cultures, and miles, we connected.

I’m not going to go into details – suffice it to say that my friend Braja (from Australia) and her husband Jahnu (from Denmark) and their driver were in a very serious car accident in India and all three desperately need our prayers. Paul V is keeping us updated – thanks, Paul! And LadyFi and Vodka Mom are helping to spread the word. Please pray for these two, Braja and Jahnu, as well as their driver, who was also seriously injured.

And Braja – when you can read this – know that I’m lifting both you and Jahnu, and your driver, up to the Father and crying out for healing, comfort, and peace. I'm chasing sleep for you. I love you, girlfriend.

Lisa suggested we all pray at 12 noon (wherever you are!) tomorrow, 3/14 - high noon for Braja and Jahnu.  What a way for bloggers to come together and honor one they love!

(I'm taking a hint from Lady Fi and posting a picture of a Rangoli design in honor of Braja.)

Quiet In the Theatre, Please!

Some of you know that, despite his oilfield career and time spent in the sticks, ThatManILove is somewhat of a culture snob. He LOVES plays, independent movies, poetry, reading, art galleries, anything that has to do with the “Ahhts, Dahlink!”. It’s almost an obsession with him. His love for the arts has opened up a whole new world for me, and I love it.

Coming in to Denver, I saw on my boarding pass (at 5:30a.m., as we boarded the red-eye to Denver from Dallas) that Phantom of the Opera was showing that same night. ThatManILove took the liberty of purchasing tickets, and when I got to the hotel, room service awaited. (I know, I’m spoiled!) Room service cost us out the butt, with a $28 dollar delivery charge (from the restaurant in.the.hotel, people!)! And when ThatManILove figured out he tipped on top of that, he wasn't a happy camper. This menu should read "feed the body, nourish the soul, max out your credit card".

We enjoyed the weather, and walked to the theatre. Our seats were divine. We settled in to watch the play. Neither of us had ever seen it, though ThatManILove was very familiar with the story and had seen the movie. The set was amazing, as were the costumes.

Midway through the first half, I’m more than a little perplexed, but trying to keep it to myself. I just can’t get the flow of the story. And I’ve been to the opera in several cities, so I’m no dummy about it. I just chalked my inability to comprehend to the fact that I’d had little sleep, worry about my brother, intense meeting that day in Denver, etc. And, then…

That ManILove leaned over: Are you enjoying this?

Me (Oh, God. Is it that apparent? Was I wriggling around? Sighing? What?): Sure, honey!
TMIL: Do you understand what’s going on?
Me: Uh, yeah. I got it, I understand. (Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.)

TMIL: I'm glad you do. I know the story and I'm having a hard time following it. I don't know if they've abbreviated it, or they're having a hard time flowing or what, but something's off.

TMIL: This is horrible. Do you want to leave?

I was in shock. And then, horror of horrors, I started giggling. I mean, this was so out of sync for ThatManILove. He knew we were in trouble then. Our seats were such that he bundled me out of there, posthaste. By the time we cleared the door to the theatre and got to the elevator, tears were streaming down my face and he was laughing.

He cracks me up.

I now have a whole new appreciation for his appreciation of the arts. When it’s good, it is very very good. When it’s very bad, we are out of there! Woohoo, Dahlink!!

I'm Going Green - The New Stimulus Plan

The air is dry in Midland. Humidity? Zero, people.

It is even more dry in Denver, a fact to which my hair can attest. I got off that plane, we secured the rental car, and ThatManILove dropped me off at my meeting. My hair had so much static electricity in it, I could have electrified 1/2 of Denver.

I went and dropped over $80 at Ulta for hair products. Until I implemented the use of said products, my hair looked like this. Okay, I’m lying. My hair didn’t even look this good. It was either SCREAMING or stuck flat to my head in no style ever seen by man, woman, or child.

Wonder if I'll qualify for a new "Going Green" grant from Obama?

For the Love of VodkaMom, Braja, and Marinka

What the heck?

I’ve been taken hostage. I went to Denver on a business trip, a 3 day business trip, that is. One day up, one day doing business, one day home. In the middle of day one, Little Brother Scott suffered a major heart attack. We rerouted our flight, getting off and heading back to Dallas. Scott came through the surgery with flying colors and the decision was made for us to carry on to Denver.

All that to say…ThatManILove has taken me hostage and won’t let us come home until Sunday. And I’m going to go with that!

I’ve been so busy, haven’t been posting or reading. This morning, I went to read blogs and found out that Marinka and Braja have been guest-posting here and here. Those heifers, all three of them. Heifers, heifers, heifers. They’ve been having a par-tay and I wasn’t even invited!

So.

I’m gone. I’m in Denver. And if anyone wants to guest post for me, contact me. We’ll talk terms and conditions…mostly, your term is anytime you want to and the conditions are favorable for guest posters anytime I’m gone.

Just remember…my blog is published daily on the local paper webpage so you have to be nice and not post about pink thongs, toys of a different nature, or things like that.

Any volunteers?

Hello?

Anybody out there?

(Sniff. Sniff.) (Janie wipes away a tear.)

Okay. Have a great day…and please pray for Scott’s quick and complete recovery! I’m hitting the streets of Denver.

I Got My Rock Moves

I’ve been gritching about how busy I’ve been this week in the Metroplex. ThatManILove and I have virtually gone from one event to another, with no down time inbetween. So, I thought I’d show you a picture of our hotel room. Heavy on the "our". It takes a-two to tango like-a dees, compadres.

Two days ago, it was spotless. Heck. One day ago it was spotless! As our schedule graduated exponentially, so did the level of trashing this room. I woke up this morning at 6:30 a.m. after going to sleep around 1:00 a.m., and this is what I saw.

Don’t be hatin’ until you walk with us. We’re usually decently clean people, I really like to have everything picked up and in it’s place before I lay my head down upon the pillow. But this weekend? We might as well be rock stars. The saving graces are that all the linens are intact, the mirrors remain unbroken, and we’ll be packing up within the hour.

And all will be well.