Remember this song? (From Sesame Street)
"Has anybody seen my dog?
Has anybody seen my dog?
He left me crying, wo-wo-wo
Why'd he ever have to go?"
It's much longer than that. That's just the part that came to mind easily.
Well, I just wasted a hefty amount of time trying to find it SOMEWHERE on the internet (without paying) and I must say...it is a carefully guarded item. Lyrics? Easy. Audio? Not so easy.
Anyway, I was just looking for it because...for whatever reason...it came to mind. Only, I thought it should be changed to...
Has anybody heard my voice?
Has anybody heard my voice?
It's left me speechless, wo-wo-wo
Why'd it ever have to go?
But here I sit in near-silence, and the internet returns that silence over and over again.
::sigh:: Such a loss.
How can I sing along with Mamma Mia when I can barely croak out a "Hello?"
My little kindergarteners will think they've hit the jackpot. They can talk over me without even trying now. Recess is bound to be an unhappy experience tomorrow. Tsk, tsk, tsk. 'Tis a pity, I know.
Oh the ever-lovin' inconvenience of it all.
BUT, let's face it, there are times when we all love silence. Crave it, even. For example:
1. The end of the day. Case in point: just this afternoon, I was after my own children to keep it down. They were in typical "I'M FREEEEEEE" mode like all children right after school. And I was in a teacher's typical "Can EVERYONE please...just...stop...talking?" mode. At which point, of course, at least one person starts making some other sound like...
...leaning back in their chair so it creaks like a rusty door hinge.
...humming.
...plinking their pencils or crayons on the table.
...spinning their scissors around one finger on the tabletop.
...TALKING anyway...as if they had no clue.
...making loud sighing sounds.
...insisting that they have to go to the bathroom...RIGHT...NOW!!!
...and my personal favorite, outright yelling, because they're five and occasionally they just let loose.
I was in that "please no more noise" mode. Maybe it wasn't because of a long busy day. Maybe it was because my voice was on the way out and I was feeling jealous of the vocal world. I don't know. It's hard to say.
2. When listening to some real awe-inspiring music, like Josh Groban. SILENCE PLEASE. Close your eyes and you can almost FEEL the beauty of the music. It's incredible.
3. During the news. Booo hiss! (I just don't go for the news. It tries to scare me and I'm trying really hard to be brave, here. So don't tell me a killer's on the loose. I know they're out there anyway, but don't make me concentrate on it, k?)
4. When we're on the phone? Hmmmm. Now how many moms would like the luxury of silence around them when they're on the phone? Why is it that despite the phone you have pressed against your ear, the movement of your lips, and the sound of your voice, a child still thinks they can talk to you at the same time? Why is that when they begin practicing for their "American Idol" auditions? WITH AMPS of course? Why oh why?
5. When we're sorting out nasty things like checkbooks and bank accounts. Of course that's when the kids start singing "The Numbers Rhumba."
6. When you have a killer headache...like the sort you get with a sinus infection. Those are fun. And noise makes them even better, no?
7. When I pray.
8. When I read. I can't listen to music AND read. It's got to be one or the other. You can forget all about multi-tasking, people.
Well, I guess I've rambled on long enough. There was really no point to this post...which is most likely the reason you don't get it. There's nothing to get. It's just a natural sedative...and me pining for a voice.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
The Seven Dwarves, All Rolled Into One
I'm not sure how this whole line of thought came to be...other than I'm grumpy this afternoon and when I say I'm grumpy, I have this need to clarify that I don't mean the dwarf. And I got started thinking, a dangerous thing, I know. I was thinking how, at one time or another, I'm all those dwarves.
So I looked up their names. I mean, who can be bothered to recite them from memory?? (Confession: I tried. I got Grumpy, Sleepy, and Dopey and couldn't be bothered to go any further. And I only got Grumpy and Sleepy because that's how I feel at the moment. And, well, ... Dopey? He was the cute one.) Soooooo, thanks to some help from our friends at google (again), I present you with a handy list of the dwarves: Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, and Sneezy.
I don't know why, but I just read "Slappy" in there somewhere.
Hey! Look at that! They even alphabetized them! Geeks after my own heart.
ANYWAY, as I was saying, really, at one time or another I'm all of the dwarves. Let's look at some examples, shall we?
1. Bashful. When I handed GP a bunch of daisies during his concert, I was definitely Bashful. One can be Bashful and still act boldly. That's called BRAVERY...or sometimes FOOLISHNESS. But somewhere between that moment of bashfulness and the time I finally get to the front of the meet and greet line, I somehow become Sassy...who, I'm quite sure, is a relative of the Seven.
2. Doc. Hey, I'm a mom. For the first three years of Alli's life, I KNEW when she was doing her projectile hurling, that it was just another tooth coming. Don't be alarmed; just grab the bucket!!! See? Not just a doc, but a BRRRRILLIANT diagnostician. (Currently not taking any new patients, sorry.)
3. Dopey. Well...I'd like to say I'm never Dopey...other than being cute like him, lol, but well, what else do you call it when you're telling a story and you punch YOURSELF in the eye? Yeah, I did that last night. Felt smaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart. Looked Dooooooooooopey. (Do NOT say that like "poopie." None of you are 2 anymore and besides, we don't say "poopie" at Barbie dot com.)
4. Grumpy. You could see me anytime around 3 in the afternoon. Generally Grumpy is "in" by then. If not, leave a message. Actually, if Grumpy IS "in," it might be better if you just left a message anyway.
5. Happy. I'm Happy more often than I am the others. I have two beautiful girls who love me and whom I love. I was raised by loving parents and have siblings...and we all feel the love. :)...despite my beating my brother up with just my thumb. (Hey! I'm that chef in Ratatouille! bahaha) And...well...have YOU ever been to a GP concert? If you have, you KNOW. And if you haven't ... well ... frankly ... you should have gone. I mean, really!
6. Sleepy. I stay up until midnight almost every night. I get up between 5:30 and 6:00 each morning (except weekends). So, you know, see me from around 3:00pm-5:00pm and Sleepy's right there with Grumpy.
7. Sneezy. Actually, I'm not Sneezy too often, thanks to my good doctor. However, the less Sneezy I am, the more Sleepy I am. It seems to be a trade off.
8. I'm not sure why I typed "8." I DO know there are only seven...but I DID scroll up to see who came after Sneezy. (Refer to Dwarf Number 3. It's all coming clearer now, isn't it?)
So there ya have it. I'm all Seven dwarves, rolled into one.
You'd think there'd be more of me to go around, wouldn't ya?
Oh, and one last thing: When you're googling for Dopey, don't type "Goofy" in the search field. It doesn't work. Not that I learned that through experience or anything. Anyway, they don't look the least bit alike. Although it might also be noted that I am definitely Goofy, too. Oh, and Sleezy is NOT a dwarf. And it's a good thing, because then I couldn't be all of them, rolled into one, because Sleezy is one thing I am NOT. And that would mean one less accomplishment for me.
Many thanks to Walt Disney.
Over and out. (aka: "Heigh Ho!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Heigh Ho!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho, It's Off To Work We Go....)
So I looked up their names. I mean, who can be bothered to recite them from memory?? (Confession: I tried. I got Grumpy, Sleepy, and Dopey and couldn't be bothered to go any further. And I only got Grumpy and Sleepy because that's how I feel at the moment. And, well, ... Dopey? He was the cute one.) Soooooo, thanks to some help from our friends at google (again), I present you with a handy list of the dwarves: Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, and Sneezy.
I don't know why, but I just read "Slappy" in there somewhere.
Hey! Look at that! They even alphabetized them! Geeks after my own heart.
ANYWAY, as I was saying, really, at one time or another I'm all of the dwarves. Let's look at some examples, shall we?
1. Bashful. When I handed GP a bunch of daisies during his concert, I was definitely Bashful. One can be Bashful and still act boldly. That's called BRAVERY...or sometimes FOOLISHNESS. But somewhere between that moment of bashfulness and the time I finally get to the front of the meet and greet line, I somehow become Sassy...who, I'm quite sure, is a relative of the Seven.
2. Doc. Hey, I'm a mom. For the first three years of Alli's life, I KNEW when she was doing her projectile hurling, that it was just another tooth coming. Don't be alarmed; just grab the bucket!!! See? Not just a doc, but a BRRRRILLIANT diagnostician. (Currently not taking any new patients, sorry.)
3. Dopey. Well...I'd like to say I'm never Dopey...other than being cute like him, lol, but well, what else do you call it when you're telling a story and you punch YOURSELF in the eye? Yeah, I did that last night. Felt smaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart. Looked Dooooooooooopey. (Do NOT say that like "poopie." None of you are 2 anymore and besides, we don't say "poopie" at Barbie dot com.)
4. Grumpy. You could see me anytime around 3 in the afternoon. Generally Grumpy is "in" by then. If not, leave a message. Actually, if Grumpy IS "in," it might be better if you just left a message anyway.
5. Happy. I'm Happy more often than I am the others. I have two beautiful girls who love me and whom I love. I was raised by loving parents and have siblings...and we all feel the love. :)...despite my beating my brother up with just my thumb. (Hey! I'm that chef in Ratatouille! bahaha) And...well...have YOU ever been to a GP concert? If you have, you KNOW. And if you haven't ... well ... frankly ... you should have gone. I mean, really!
6. Sleepy. I stay up until midnight almost every night. I get up between 5:30 and 6:00 each morning (except weekends). So, you know, see me from around 3:00pm-5:00pm and Sleepy's right there with Grumpy.
7. Sneezy. Actually, I'm not Sneezy too often, thanks to my good doctor. However, the less Sneezy I am, the more Sleepy I am. It seems to be a trade off.
8. I'm not sure why I typed "8." I DO know there are only seven...but I DID scroll up to see who came after Sneezy. (Refer to Dwarf Number 3. It's all coming clearer now, isn't it?)
So there ya have it. I'm all Seven dwarves, rolled into one.
You'd think there'd be more of me to go around, wouldn't ya?
Oh, and one last thing: When you're googling for Dopey, don't type "Goofy" in the search field. It doesn't work. Not that I learned that through experience or anything. Anyway, they don't look the least bit alike. Although it might also be noted that I am definitely Goofy, too. Oh, and Sleezy is NOT a dwarf. And it's a good thing, because then I couldn't be all of them, rolled into one, because Sleezy is one thing I am NOT. And that would mean one less accomplishment for me.
Many thanks to Walt Disney.
Over and out. (aka: "Heigh Ho!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Heigh Ho!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho, It's Off To Work We Go....)
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Does it MEAN anything? ... and some FUNNY stuff...
Do you analyze things? I don't do it all the time but from time to time things make me stop and think, "What did THAT mean?"
For example, I pulled up to the drive-thru window at Sonic today. My cup holder was full, so as they handed me my drink, I reached down and removed a cup, and tossed it in the floorboard. No biggie, I'll get it later. No one rides over there so what will an empty cup matter. But the chick at the window says, "Can I throw something away for you?" Never in my life (and I've been to way too many drive-thru windows) have I ever had someone offer to throw something away. So it made me wonder...what did that MEAN?? Was she saying I was being a pig with all the mess in my car? Or was she really just offering to toss an empty cup for me? Hmmmmm....
Things like that occasionally catch my attention and my brain will dwell on them for a while, debating what the person meant by what they said or did.
Like a bit later in the day as I was heading into Home Depot where I discovered my fluorescent lighting in the kitchen would cost $50 bucks to put new bulbs in. I decided I'll just do things in my kitchen during daylight hours and be thankful for big windows. Who needs electric lighting anyway? But that's not the point.... As I was headed in, I passed this man who was coming out and he gave me a huge smile and a hearty, "Good Morning!" Didn't know him. No one ever speaks to me (or other strangers) coming in and out of shops these days. But this man did. So I got to thinking, "What did THAT mean??" Does it look like I just rolled out of bed and it amused the man? Was I looking happy and friendly so he just responded to the look on my face? Or was this just a friendly person passing on some goodwill? Hmmmm....
This kind of analyzing is no big deal. But I get to analyzing things that really mean something to me. And then...I think the analyzing hurts me in some ways...robs me, I guess. Like, say, a gift from a friend. Not friends I'm really close to and secure with, but say...friends that I'm a bit insecure about but really wish I had security about. Friends I tend to maybe shower attention on...but usually things don't seem quite so reciprocal. Then along comes a gift from them and what do I do? I ask myself if they're just being nice? Are they taking some sort of pity on me? Or do they really truly like me? I decide it was a wonderful act on their part, that they're nice and that they MUST really like me. And then some time goes by without hearing from them and here comes the analyzing again..."It WAS pity and being nice. It HAD to be!" And then the thoughts start going in circles again. (Kind of like this blog.) Ugh.
I'm not generally that insecure of a person....................am I? Sheesh. I should never have gone for a serious topic.
Let's move on to funny stuff. How about another Greg Page concert story, entitled, "Oh No You Di'n't!!" starring my friend, The Mamma Mia Enabler, or Kristen for short. Our story takes us back to Nashville, July 2004, at the Tennessee Performing Arts Center. Kristen and I were standing in line after what was the second of two INCREDIBLE evenings of music, starring that talented man we all love, Greg Page. We were standing in line waiting for our moment with Greg. Pictures, autographs, eye contact. ::siiiiiiiiiigh:: I'm sorry, what was I saying?....................... Oh yes! We were standing in line, waiting our turn. Finally we have one more person in front of us and it's our turn. Way too much adrenalyn at this point. Can't....take....it. I have to plan what I'll say at first because if I don't I'll just stand there with this stupid grin on my face. One that you only see on cartoon characters. You know the one. With that equally stupid nasal snortish chuckle...and maybe a bit of drool, which isn't attractive at all. So I've been planning and preparing for this moment (okay AND the one the previous night) from the moment the concert was announced, right? I've got a whole list of things in my brain and I'm ready to launch.
During that day, Kristen and I had one of our usual adventures (and I'll save that for another day), the culmination of which was a few prints of a photo I'd had taken with Greg the previous night. I wanted my copy autographed. Ok, ok, here's the picture. Most of y'all have seen it before, but it's fun, so ...
For example, I pulled up to the drive-thru window at Sonic today. My cup holder was full, so as they handed me my drink, I reached down and removed a cup, and tossed it in the floorboard. No biggie, I'll get it later. No one rides over there so what will an empty cup matter. But the chick at the window says, "Can I throw something away for you?" Never in my life (and I've been to way too many drive-thru windows) have I ever had someone offer to throw something away. So it made me wonder...what did that MEAN?? Was she saying I was being a pig with all the mess in my car? Or was she really just offering to toss an empty cup for me? Hmmmmm....
Things like that occasionally catch my attention and my brain will dwell on them for a while, debating what the person meant by what they said or did.
Like a bit later in the day as I was heading into Home Depot where I discovered my fluorescent lighting in the kitchen would cost $50 bucks to put new bulbs in. I decided I'll just do things in my kitchen during daylight hours and be thankful for big windows. Who needs electric lighting anyway? But that's not the point.... As I was headed in, I passed this man who was coming out and he gave me a huge smile and a hearty, "Good Morning!" Didn't know him. No one ever speaks to me (or other strangers) coming in and out of shops these days. But this man did. So I got to thinking, "What did THAT mean??" Does it look like I just rolled out of bed and it amused the man? Was I looking happy and friendly so he just responded to the look on my face? Or was this just a friendly person passing on some goodwill? Hmmmm....
This kind of analyzing is no big deal. But I get to analyzing things that really mean something to me. And then...I think the analyzing hurts me in some ways...robs me, I guess. Like, say, a gift from a friend. Not friends I'm really close to and secure with, but say...friends that I'm a bit insecure about but really wish I had security about. Friends I tend to maybe shower attention on...but usually things don't seem quite so reciprocal. Then along comes a gift from them and what do I do? I ask myself if they're just being nice? Are they taking some sort of pity on me? Or do they really truly like me? I decide it was a wonderful act on their part, that they're nice and that they MUST really like me. And then some time goes by without hearing from them and here comes the analyzing again..."It WAS pity and being nice. It HAD to be!" And then the thoughts start going in circles again. (Kind of like this blog.) Ugh.
I'm not generally that insecure of a person....................am I? Sheesh. I should never have gone for a serious topic.
Let's move on to funny stuff. How about another Greg Page concert story, entitled, "Oh No You Di'n't!!" starring my friend, The Mamma Mia Enabler, or Kristen for short. Our story takes us back to Nashville, July 2004, at the Tennessee Performing Arts Center. Kristen and I were standing in line after what was the second of two INCREDIBLE evenings of music, starring that talented man we all love, Greg Page. We were standing in line waiting for our moment with Greg. Pictures, autographs, eye contact. ::siiiiiiiiiigh:: I'm sorry, what was I saying?....................... Oh yes! We were standing in line, waiting our turn. Finally we have one more person in front of us and it's our turn. Way too much adrenalyn at this point. Can't....take....it. I have to plan what I'll say at first because if I don't I'll just stand there with this stupid grin on my face. One that you only see on cartoon characters. You know the one. With that equally stupid nasal snortish chuckle...and maybe a bit of drool, which isn't attractive at all. So I've been planning and preparing for this moment (okay AND the one the previous night) from the moment the concert was announced, right? I've got a whole list of things in my brain and I'm ready to launch.
During that day, Kristen and I had one of our usual adventures (and I'll save that for another day), the culmination of which was a few prints of a photo I'd had taken with Greg the previous night. I wanted my copy autographed. Ok, ok, here's the picture. Most of y'all have seen it before, but it's fun, so ...
So I'm one person away from getting up to Greg, and I open the photo envelope to double check the photos in there. Most would have told me it wasn't necessary. I would have told myself it wasn't necessary, too. But boy would I have been wrong!
Inside this photo envelope were the photos, yes, but there were OTHER photos as well. You see, I MIGHT just really enjoy my photostudio software. Maybe. It's possible. And over the previous year or so, I MIGHT have sent taunting photos to Kristen. Photos of Greg with his arms held open wide (Wiggling in concert) and a caption that says, "I love Hill THIIIIIIS much!" (Kristen and I war over him as if it were real...or we did back then...FULL SCALE war. lol) And there might have been a photo of Greg wearing a teeshirt that said "Hill ROCKS!" and bearing my image. Maybe. And there MIGHT also have been one of my family photos with my girls with a very carefully added Greg in with us....and a caption that said, "Happy Holidays from Dreamland." And there might have been several others...like ummmm...well there might have been some sort of wedding photo that someone took way too much time and attention to detail, all for the sake of the war of course, but otherwise CAREFULLY guarded. There MIGHT have been something like that, too. And...well...a few others along these lines that I can't even remember.
And what did I do upon seeing these? Well, first of all I had to pick up my eyeballs because they'd popped out of socket and rolled across the floor. Then I gasped so loud it's a wonder it didn't draw the attention I was hoping to avoid. I turned to Kristen and said, "OH NO YOU DIDN'T!!!" She was thoroughly disappointed...which only BARELY came through all the laughing she did over my discovery. She had badly wanted them to go flying out when I got right in front of Greg and had me utterly humiliated and explaining why he'd been added to the family and well there was the wedding to explain and ummmm...well...mortification.
But she's really lucky I found them when I did. VERY lucky. I'd have pummelled her senseless with my wee ineffectual fists. Then there'd have been jail time and all kinds of horrors and this story wouldn't have been half as funny. But I still got revenge. Mmmhmmm... You see this photo?
Kristen used to be just to the left of this image. But she got cut. Yup. If you look really closely at his right collar, (not the one that is on your right, HIS right), you can see a sprig of blond hair. That was Ms. Enabler's. So let this be a lesson. Don't mess with me and my GP moments, people. I'll cut you right out of the photos. So don't make me do it.
P.S. - She DID get the one with him wearing a "Hill ROCKS!" tee-shirt autographed.
Thanks for the dream, Sunshine.
I'm blaming Sunshine today for a totally whack-o dream I had last night with none other than Big G. Ok, to be honest I only blame her because SHE had a good dream about him and I went to bed wishing with all my might to have a dream about him.
The only good part was that he wore maroon and denim...not yellow and black. He was Big G the man and not Big G the Wiggle.
First, let's set the stage, though. In the past hmmmm....6 years I've had back pain. I'm almost always fine during the day but when I wake in the morning (and sometimes before I wake) I have horrible, can't-ignore-it, back pain...which makes me get out of bed, which just makes me grumpier about it all. Usually when I'm just going to bed, I have no pain and can fall asleep in complete cozy comfort and get some good hours in before "the attack."
Well last night I was getting ready to go to bed just a little past 9, which is a miracle. I haven't been to bed that early in...well...can't remember the last time. But when I got up from the sofa and started to go to get ready for bed I felt pain in my back starting to come on. It wasn't sharp but I could feel it...all around the lower end of my rib cage. I tried to do some twisty-stretches to relax it all, but that hurt like the dickens, as my Meg would say. So I popped a couple extra-strength tylenol, downed some agua and went to bed. It was hard to find a painfree position but after quite a while I got one and I froze. Ahhhhhhhhh, don't...move...a muscle. And I fell asleep hoping and praying and praying that the pain would go away.
I've been in this battle to get on top of life (and on top of my house) for...forever...and was finally feeling real excitement at the thought of a productive Saturday. I haven't felt like that for...forever, either. So I thought, go to bed at a responsible hour, which I haven't done in like...forever, either. Then get up at a decent hour and get going with my day...and just WOW myself. And my heart was feeling great heaps of thankfulness to God for feeling this way again.
Okay, so I fell asleep, thankful, and really hoping for a good dream, lol. (So sad...I want entertainment while I sleep, please...or maybe I want to live vicariously through my dreams.) Anyway...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Around 5am I woke with just too much pain. I could NOT sleep like that if I tried. So I got up. It used to be that getting up and moving around made the pain *POOF* go away. So I got up. There was no way I was planning to stay up because while I wanted to be productive, it IS Saturday and I'd like to see daylight before I dig into my day. But I got up, ran to the loo...okay, gingerly stepped to the loo...and went to the fridge for a good guzzle of cold water. And I headed back to bed, still in pain.
I struggled for some time to find a position that was painfree and ended up settling for just less pain and fell back asleep. But this time...along came the dream.
I dreamed that Big G (as Sunshine so creatively deemed him) and his family and his deceased mother in law came to visit my parents' home, where my children and I were living with my parents...both mom and my own deceased father. So at present count we have two families...only two people who have ever met (Big G and I) ... two people who are deceased ... and an extra five people who are there by association.
Now, unfortunately my deceased father never made an actual appearance, but I knew he was there. Big G and his family were just spending a day or two at the end of their vacation before heading back to Australia. And the whole time they were there, I don't think Big G and I even said "hi." I kept trying to be in the same room, near him somehow, but he never spoke. (It was much like being in high school and having a crush who never saw you.) I kept trying to do something stupid on my computer and going back to being somewhere near him. Finally it came down to the final morning they were there. They were packed up and getting ready for us to take them to the airport (which seemed a whole lot more like a bus stop, but whatever). Big G was in the bathroom showering and my parents' room was right next to it. My mom was in there with the door open brushing her teeth wearing only a teeshirt and underwear. I went in to "advise" that she shut the door or put clothes on. She informed me the "underwear" were not underwear, but her pajamas. O...kay. I had shut her door as I entered to offer my sage advise. When I opened to go out, the bathroom was vacant and Big G was on the loose. So of course I started working my way through the house and found him doing back stretches on a big bed that was in some sort of common room of the house. (Aren't you glad to be reading this? It's a gift, ain't it?) According to my dream, Big G's diagnosis hadn't been orthostatic intolerance; it had been back pain that caused the same symptoms. O...kay. So he was stretching for his health, people! He finished up and moved on to the living room where everyone was sitting and stretching. I was in pain (yeah my back was invading my dream) and just hoping to get to at least give Big G a hug before he left...to say SOMETHING. But he kept ignoring me and I was not feeling real happy about that. Then Deceased Mother-in-law offers me some of Big G's medication. She asks if I'd like some. I refused, saying how much HE needed it and how I couldn't take it. She tells me to let her know if I change my mind and she'll send me some...and winks at me. I thank her, smile, and turn to walk away. Then she tells me how he took it and was cured. I had been walking away but when she said that I stopped. No more back pain? I could go for that. So I turn and ask if it's a muscle relaxer or just a pain killer. She says it's a muscle relaxer. So I ask if I can "just have one." So she digs in her purse (and despite her shiny bleached blond bob, she becomes something very reminiscent of an old Italian grandma) and she finds the medicine. Then she finds some Dentyne gum, too and asks if I'd like some of it. I tell her no, that I already have gum in my mouth. Then she acts real fast and shoves something in my mouth. I'm thinking "what the heck was that??!," thinking she had just forced her Dentyne upon me. Then I realize she'd stuffed the pill in my mouth. What am I, a dog you have to trick a pill into??? So I go get some water to wash it down properly...and I woke up.
Never a word with Big G. Never a hug. Nothing. A total disappointment and now in pain, too.
So Sunshine, if you don't mind...could you send me a GOOD dream with Big G?? No dead people. No back pain. And no snubbing on the part of Big G.
Now I've got to go. I've got to try to move around and see if I get to breathe painfree today or not.
The only good part was that he wore maroon and denim...not yellow and black. He was Big G the man and not Big G the Wiggle.
First, let's set the stage, though. In the past hmmmm....6 years I've had back pain. I'm almost always fine during the day but when I wake in the morning (and sometimes before I wake) I have horrible, can't-ignore-it, back pain...which makes me get out of bed, which just makes me grumpier about it all. Usually when I'm just going to bed, I have no pain and can fall asleep in complete cozy comfort and get some good hours in before "the attack."
Well last night I was getting ready to go to bed just a little past 9, which is a miracle. I haven't been to bed that early in...well...can't remember the last time. But when I got up from the sofa and started to go to get ready for bed I felt pain in my back starting to come on. It wasn't sharp but I could feel it...all around the lower end of my rib cage. I tried to do some twisty-stretches to relax it all, but that hurt like the dickens, as my Meg would say. So I popped a couple extra-strength tylenol, downed some agua and went to bed. It was hard to find a painfree position but after quite a while I got one and I froze. Ahhhhhhhhh, don't...move...a muscle. And I fell asleep hoping and praying and praying that the pain would go away.
I've been in this battle to get on top of life (and on top of my house) for...forever...and was finally feeling real excitement at the thought of a productive Saturday. I haven't felt like that for...forever, either. So I thought, go to bed at a responsible hour, which I haven't done in like...forever, either. Then get up at a decent hour and get going with my day...and just WOW myself. And my heart was feeling great heaps of thankfulness to God for feeling this way again.
Okay, so I fell asleep, thankful, and really hoping for a good dream, lol. (So sad...I want entertainment while I sleep, please...or maybe I want to live vicariously through my dreams.) Anyway...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Around 5am I woke with just too much pain. I could NOT sleep like that if I tried. So I got up. It used to be that getting up and moving around made the pain *POOF* go away. So I got up. There was no way I was planning to stay up because while I wanted to be productive, it IS Saturday and I'd like to see daylight before I dig into my day. But I got up, ran to the loo...okay, gingerly stepped to the loo...and went to the fridge for a good guzzle of cold water. And I headed back to bed, still in pain.
I struggled for some time to find a position that was painfree and ended up settling for just less pain and fell back asleep. But this time...along came the dream.
I dreamed that Big G (as Sunshine so creatively deemed him) and his family and his deceased mother in law came to visit my parents' home, where my children and I were living with my parents...both mom and my own deceased father. So at present count we have two families...only two people who have ever met (Big G and I) ... two people who are deceased ... and an extra five people who are there by association.
Now, unfortunately my deceased father never made an actual appearance, but I knew he was there. Big G and his family were just spending a day or two at the end of their vacation before heading back to Australia. And the whole time they were there, I don't think Big G and I even said "hi." I kept trying to be in the same room, near him somehow, but he never spoke. (It was much like being in high school and having a crush who never saw you.) I kept trying to do something stupid on my computer and going back to being somewhere near him. Finally it came down to the final morning they were there. They were packed up and getting ready for us to take them to the airport (which seemed a whole lot more like a bus stop, but whatever). Big G was in the bathroom showering and my parents' room was right next to it. My mom was in there with the door open brushing her teeth wearing only a teeshirt and underwear. I went in to "advise" that she shut the door or put clothes on. She informed me the "underwear" were not underwear, but her pajamas. O...kay. I had shut her door as I entered to offer my sage advise. When I opened to go out, the bathroom was vacant and Big G was on the loose. So of course I started working my way through the house and found him doing back stretches on a big bed that was in some sort of common room of the house. (Aren't you glad to be reading this? It's a gift, ain't it?) According to my dream, Big G's diagnosis hadn't been orthostatic intolerance; it had been back pain that caused the same symptoms. O...kay. So he was stretching for his health, people! He finished up and moved on to the living room where everyone was sitting and stretching. I was in pain (yeah my back was invading my dream) and just hoping to get to at least give Big G a hug before he left...to say SOMETHING. But he kept ignoring me and I was not feeling real happy about that. Then Deceased Mother-in-law offers me some of Big G's medication. She asks if I'd like some. I refused, saying how much HE needed it and how I couldn't take it. She tells me to let her know if I change my mind and she'll send me some...and winks at me. I thank her, smile, and turn to walk away. Then she tells me how he took it and was cured. I had been walking away but when she said that I stopped. No more back pain? I could go for that. So I turn and ask if it's a muscle relaxer or just a pain killer. She says it's a muscle relaxer. So I ask if I can "just have one." So she digs in her purse (and despite her shiny bleached blond bob, she becomes something very reminiscent of an old Italian grandma) and she finds the medicine. Then she finds some Dentyne gum, too and asks if I'd like some of it. I tell her no, that I already have gum in my mouth. Then she acts real fast and shoves something in my mouth. I'm thinking "what the heck was that??!," thinking she had just forced her Dentyne upon me. Then I realize she'd stuffed the pill in my mouth. What am I, a dog you have to trick a pill into??? So I go get some water to wash it down properly...and I woke up.
Never a word with Big G. Never a hug. Nothing. A total disappointment and now in pain, too.
So Sunshine, if you don't mind...could you send me a GOOD dream with Big G?? No dead people. No back pain. And no snubbing on the part of Big G.
Now I've got to go. I've got to try to move around and see if I get to breathe painfree today or not.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Alrighty-Roo
I wasn't sure what I was going to blog about this evening, and then I was looking for a video on YouTube of Elvis singing "I've Lost You." (Someone read my ditty and said they didn't know the original so I was researching.) The video was a slideshow that some fan made to his song. A minute or so into it, along came some shots of him in his Vegas-y jumpsuits. You know, the ones that open down to the waist? Yeah, those. Well those photos reminded me of a kick my girls (and Sunshine, bahaha, sorry, just kidding or am I?) are on right now. Are you scared?
They are on this kick right now where they are VERY amused by the fact that men have (or should have) hairy chests. It's not exactly news to them, but they just think it's about the funniest thing ever. Well, we were listening to the "Mamma Mia" Soundtrack and track number 5 began to play. (Yeah I got the numbers down, wooo!) Track number five is "Our Last Summer" and at the end, Sophie sings "And now you're working in a bank, a family man, a football fan, and your name is Harry." The girls have heard this for weeks, but the other night they said, "His name's HARRY?" (giggle, giggle) And then Megan reaches down, says,
"Get it?" ::pantomimes ripping her shirt open and thrusts her chest out:: "HAIRY??" And they laughed hysterically.
Ok, really it was me pantomiming. Wait no. No it was really her. But I was DEFINITELY in on the hysterical laughing. For different reasons than them, (I was laughing at THEM; THEY were laughing at hairy chests! LOL) but still laughing!
Whilst (I like saying that word, whilst, whilst, whilst) I'm here...and talking about things that make me laugh hysterically... (one day I'll talk about something that's really in my heart but right now the hysterical laughter thing is working for me)... WHILST I'm here, etc., I'd like to share yet another YouTube video, that quite frankly, could make the sourest person roll on the floor (It's TOTALLY worth spelling ROFL out...THAT funny!)
Ok, I just went looking for it and YouTube has discontinued it, BUT I found it on another site, thanks to our friends at Google. So I guess it's not really a YouTube video now, is it? Anyway, you won't recognize a word of it, unless you're fluent in Finland-ese. (Finnish?? What DO they speak??) But you will know the song and ... well ... just trust me ... and watch the whole thing. Laughter is a good aerobic activity!
And just for the record, the charm of this video is totally unrelated to the fact that the man's name is GREGorius and he's wearing a yellow shirt and black shorts. Really. It doesn't. No I'm serious. That wasn't sarcasm. Go watch the video.
http://www.kewego.com/video/iLyROoaftOcC.html
You can thank me later. :D
They are on this kick right now where they are VERY amused by the fact that men have (or should have) hairy chests. It's not exactly news to them, but they just think it's about the funniest thing ever. Well, we were listening to the "Mamma Mia" Soundtrack and track number 5 began to play. (Yeah I got the numbers down, wooo!) Track number five is "Our Last Summer" and at the end, Sophie sings "And now you're working in a bank, a family man, a football fan, and your name is Harry." The girls have heard this for weeks, but the other night they said, "His name's HARRY?" (giggle, giggle) And then Megan reaches down, says,
"Get it?" ::pantomimes ripping her shirt open and thrusts her chest out:: "HAIRY??" And they laughed hysterically.
Ok, really it was me pantomiming. Wait no. No it was really her. But I was DEFINITELY in on the hysterical laughing. For different reasons than them, (I was laughing at THEM; THEY were laughing at hairy chests! LOL) but still laughing!
Whilst (I like saying that word, whilst, whilst, whilst) I'm here...and talking about things that make me laugh hysterically... (one day I'll talk about something that's really in my heart but right now the hysterical laughter thing is working for me)... WHILST I'm here, etc., I'd like to share yet another YouTube video, that quite frankly, could make the sourest person roll on the floor (It's TOTALLY worth spelling ROFL out...THAT funny!)
Ok, I just went looking for it and YouTube has discontinued it, BUT I found it on another site, thanks to our friends at Google. So I guess it's not really a YouTube video now, is it? Anyway, you won't recognize a word of it, unless you're fluent in Finland-ese. (Finnish?? What DO they speak??) But you will know the song and ... well ... just trust me ... and watch the whole thing. Laughter is a good aerobic activity!
And just for the record, the charm of this video is totally unrelated to the fact that the man's name is GREGorius and he's wearing a yellow shirt and black shorts. Really. It doesn't. No I'm serious. That wasn't sarcasm. Go watch the video.
http://www.kewego.com/video/iLyROoaftOcC.html
You can thank me later. :D
Ditty Time
Well, this is NOT "Mamma Mia," but my thoughts got derailed before I sat down with lyrics to any of the songs of "Mamma Mia." This idea suddenly came to me, so I sat down and just wrote it out.
It amused me. (Yay! I'm my own entertainment!! I wonder if I can get my own autograph, hardy har har.)
Well here it is. It's entitled:
“I've Lost It”
To the tune of “I've Lost You” (Think Elvis...or better yet, think Greg! He used to have it as a demo on his site. Just enough to leave us begging.)
Entering the room I can't remember
The reason I got up and came this way.
Seems like more and more I start conversing
With no idea what I'd thought to say.
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Who can tell me where I parked my caaar?
And who can tell me where I laid my phone?
Once my mind was sharp, I had no proooblems
But now it seems I'm in the Twilight Zone.
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ten o'clock, my tummy will be groooowling
And with good cause. Whoops! I forgot to eat!
Made a list of things I must remember
If I could find it, that would be so sweet!
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
It amused me. (Yay! I'm my own entertainment!! I wonder if I can get my own autograph, hardy har har.)
Well here it is. It's entitled:
“I've Lost It”
To the tune of “I've Lost You” (Think Elvis...or better yet, think Greg! He used to have it as a demo on his site. Just enough to leave us begging.)
Entering the room I can't remember
The reason I got up and came this way.
Seems like more and more I start conversing
With no idea what I'd thought to say.
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Who can tell me where I parked my caaar?
And who can tell me where I laid my phone?
Once my mind was sharp, I had no proooblems
But now it seems I'm in the Twilight Zone.
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ten o'clock, my tummy will be groooowling
And with good cause. Whoops! I forgot to eat!
Made a list of things I must remember
If I could find it, that would be so sweet!
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
CURSE YOU AQUA what???
I know, I know, I've threatened with ditties, but tonight's blog is dedicated to a little "happening" in our house this afternoon.
It went something like this...
I sent the girls into the living room to clean up the uhhhh fallout from the weekend. (Imagine Pollys and Lincoln Logs, etc., all over the place.) Alli went in and plopped down to dig into the mess. She immediately starts howling. My first thought is that she'd hurt one of her feet that she opened a door onto earlier today, which ripped some skin off and turned it some pretty colors. But I wasn't considering her ummm tendency to be a teeny weeny heckuva lot dramatic. She reaches beneath one of her feet and holds up for inspection one of the smaller Lincoln Logs. Then suddenly she bellows...yes, I said BELLOWS...as she shakes the log in the air...
"CURSE YOU, AQUA SCOTT!!!" Bahahaha. (This isn't her first time saying that, but it kills me when she does. Maybe I'm easily amused.)
Megan and I can't help ourselves, and we tell her, "It's 'Curse you, Aqua SCUM.'"
"WHO CARES!!" (Yes, more bellowing.)
So I poke my head around the corner (I'd already left the howler and gone into the kitchen) and I said, "Apparently WE care."
A minute later she comes into the kitchen with the Lincoln Log and says, "I'm gonna punish you, Aqua Scott." And she took it and threw it up against the wall.
Just a teeny weeny heckuva lot dramatic.
C'est la vie chez Hillary.
...now I'll go and see about one of those ditties.... I's gots an idea.
P.S. - "Curse you, Aqua Scum!" is a line from Nemo. Shame on those of you who don't know.
It went something like this...
I sent the girls into the living room to clean up the uhhhh fallout from the weekend. (Imagine Pollys and Lincoln Logs, etc., all over the place.) Alli went in and plopped down to dig into the mess. She immediately starts howling. My first thought is that she'd hurt one of her feet that she opened a door onto earlier today, which ripped some skin off and turned it some pretty colors. But I wasn't considering her ummm tendency to be a teeny weeny heckuva lot dramatic. She reaches beneath one of her feet and holds up for inspection one of the smaller Lincoln Logs. Then suddenly she bellows...yes, I said BELLOWS...as she shakes the log in the air...
"CURSE YOU, AQUA SCOTT!!!" Bahahaha. (This isn't her first time saying that, but it kills me when she does. Maybe I'm easily amused.)
Megan and I can't help ourselves, and we tell her, "It's 'Curse you, Aqua SCUM.'"
"WHO CARES!!" (Yes, more bellowing.)
So I poke my head around the corner (I'd already left the howler and gone into the kitchen) and I said, "Apparently WE care."
A minute later she comes into the kitchen with the Lincoln Log and says, "I'm gonna punish you, Aqua Scott." And she took it and threw it up against the wall.
Just a teeny weeny heckuva lot dramatic.
C'est la vie chez Hillary.
...now I'll go and see about one of those ditties.... I's gots an idea.
P.S. - "Curse you, Aqua Scum!" is a line from Nemo. Shame on those of you who don't know.
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