Holy Insomnia, Batman

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It’s 4:18. Nope, now it’s 4:19. Wait for it… Wait… BAM! 4:20.

And yes, I actually did wait for the clock to turn. I’m that bored. You ever been sleepless?

OK, I’ll try to sleep again. It’s getting close to that point that sleeping will be worse than staying awake. You know what I mean. If you only get an hour of sleep, waking up is worse than an overnighter. If I fall asleep RIGHT NOW, it gives me about 3 and a half hours. That makes for a borderline suckfest tomorrow.

Can I say suckfest on my blog? Oh well.

4:27. Pleasant dreams everyone.

Vernal, baby…

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Yay! Today is the Vernal Equinox, or for you less geeky folks, the first day of Spring!

That said, it was VERY COLD here last night, and we got snow the day before… but I’m focusing on the officialness of spring rather than the reality of cold. Basically, I’m living in a very cold dream world. Oh well.

So, has your Spring been springy?

Dumb ol’ spring…

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It’s springtime here in northern Michigan. Maybe not according to the calendar, I’m not sure of the “legal limits” on seasons — but it’s springy weather here, so by my calculations, that makes it spring.

For dog owners, spring doesn’t just mean birds twittering, trees budding, and flowers blooming — it means poop thawing. Admittedly, this year we didn’t get snow until after the new year, so our supply of poop isn’t as great as years past, but let’s face it, there is no amount of poo considered “good.”

Here’s the phenomenon: Tigger goes outside, and does his number (number 2, actually) in the snow. It sinks a little, and freezes. The snow piles on top of said poo, and the yard is again pristinely white. Tigger eats, poos, and the process repeats ad nauseam.

Here’s the part that makes me miss winter — when the snow melts, we have hundreds of perfectly preserved poopies scattered about the lawn. These poopies need to be picked up, usually by yours truly. Since Tigger doesn’t usually wander far from the porch in the winter, the area just outside the front door is a literal mine field waiting for unsuspecting shoes.

I’ll literally have a crappy weekend. Hope yours is nicer. 🙂

Bread candle?

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images-1.jpegI love scented candles. I love the smell of fresh baked bread. In much the style Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups were invented, what if candles and bread crossed?

Would you like a fresh baked bread scented candle? I’ll tell you what, I’d buy that for a dollar!

(Incidentally, “I’d buy that for a dollar” is a rather famous, if not obscure movie quote from here.)

How sweet she is…

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How sweet is my wife you ask? (Ok, you didn’t ask, but I’ll tell you anyway)

I’ve been talking to Donna about writing professionally for quite some time. Ok, more than “quite some time” — it’s been more like the entire 13 years I’ve known her. I always go on about how I’d like to be a writer, how it’s what I wake up thinking about in the morning, and what I go to bed thinking about at night. Yeah, I get pretty melodramatic. Anyway, after reading John Scalzi’s post on becoming a professional (meaning “getting paid”) writer, I ordered my copy of Writer’s Market, and started the rejection process.

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So what did Donna do while I skittered off to work yesterday? She set up a corner in our extra room into a writing sanctuary for me. It’s so cute, but more importantly, so supportive and sweet. Here’s a crappy photo of the corner taken with my cell phone. I was too lazy to get the camera, SD card reader, etc, etc.

Fork me

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Just a quick post about a big annoyance of mine. In the past month, I’ve been to (3) restaurants with the most absurd forks ever forged. (Are forks forged? That awful fancy talk for a lowly fork… anyway…)

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Does someone think these pitchforks are actually fancier than a human fork? Was it actually hard to keep track of 4 freakin’ tines? Please people, I’d rather eat with a spork than with one of these ridiculous food pokers.

I’m not quite dead! (I am getting fat though)

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I’ve noticed that I’ve fattened up of late. I notice it because the only pants that fit me are the 2 pair of fat-guy khakis I have left from my pre-skinny-getting days. What happened?

You stopped eating smart, you dolt. You eat anything you want, as much as you want, and any time you want. You’re lucky you can fit your fat-guy pants on.

The truth of the matter is, I don’t have the motivation to cook anymore. Maybe I should start with some of the simpler vegan recipes, and get fancy if I so desire. I guess I need to look back on all the advice I would give new Eat-2-Live folks, and follow it myself.

So hopefully, I’ll get a little smaller before too long. Wish me luck!!!

22, 29, and vomit

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It’s been a week since I posted. That’s horrible! I’m not feeling terribly well, so this is just a quick recap of the week.

22 — On Tuesday, I had a file server crash. Yes, it was the same file server from before, so I wasn’t terribly happy about it. I worked 22 hours on the server, and got everything running by Wednesday morning.

29 — On Wednesday, after that horrible Tuesday, I had 29 kids in our youth group. That’s the most we’ve ever had, AND I had to run the evening alone!!! It was rough, but the kids were really good.

Vomit — Then, on Friday, we had an overnight deacon’s retreat. The retreat itself was great, but Saturday afternoon, I started to feel sick. I spent Saturday night sicker than I’ve ever been. I actually pulled muscles in my back from throwing up so hard. Not fun.

Anyway, I’m still alive (I wasn’t sure last night), I’ve just had a rough week. Now I’m off to take some headache medicine. Ugh.