I don't have much to write about, but I feel the need to write something because I'm about to go out of my mind. I'm ssssooooooo tired. I tried to take a nap before the kid woke up, but I got maybe 20 minutes of a cat nap in, and then she woke me. I got everything up and out of the way that she could hurt herself on, locked the doors, made her breakfast, got out a bunch of toys for her to play with, and tried to doze a little. I was thinkin' I'd doze on the couch, wake up every half hour or so, check her over, love on her, give hersomething else to drink (every once in a while, when I'm extremely tired, I do this.) But it's a no go. She insists on coming over and feeding me her fake food she got for Christmas.
So I've made a pot of coffee and I'm up. And now I got a bitchin' head ache because of her trains. See, yesterday I took down the rails and all that because she just kept wrecking it and I figured that she's just not ready for it like we thought. So, I put all the rails up, but left the cars out. What she's doing now is turning on the cars, setting them down on the floor, and making a run for it, because she thinks they're chasing her. She climbs up on the couch, and the train runs into a stopping point. Where it keeps trying to go, making the sound.........fuck it, I can't make the sound. But it'll drive you up the wall if you had to hear it over and over and over again.
She's been making us watch "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" over and over. You know, I'm with the Grinch sometimes. I'd like to live in a mountain, all by myself in a cave. Come down every once in a while to wreak havoc on all the uber-happy people who rain on my bitching parade. (Man I'm in a mood today! Must be the headache..) Aw, I don't mind watching that movie all the time. You gotta love the thought of it. A tiny microscopic town that lives in a snow flake. And everybody that lives there has big asses and funny noses. Seems like I could hang there. But now I'm afraid to catch a snow flake on my tongue (if it were to ever snow here in Ohio ever again!) I could be wiping out a whole little world. The guilt is just too much!
Right now we're watching "Sesame Street Presents: Follow That Bird!" Now this brings back some memories. I used to watch Sesame Street. My favs were Oscar the Grouch and his worm Slimey (was that his name?), Barkley, Mr. Snuffleupagus, and Cookie Monster (God I wish I could go through cookies like that! Then again, if it's that time of the month, I can go through cookies like that.) The only thing I liked about Big Bird was his pad. Just a big old nest in an alley with all his shit around him with in arms reach. Sounds like my kind of place. Well, "not in the alley" part but the "all your shit around you with in arms reach" part. Sounds very convienent! The must haves around my nest would be: Coffee maker, coffee grounds, water supply, lap top, cigarettes, lighter, bedside comode, handy wipes, tooth brush, tooth paste, a good supply of reading material, a few pillows, a fan, a comfy blanket, a sheet, ibuprophen, and.....well, I guess that's about it. Oh, I'd come out and socialize everyonce in a while. And take a shower. But if any one makes any sudden moves....I'm going back to my nest!
But the show I liked better than Sesame Street was the Jim Henson's muppet show. You know? The one with the 2 old guys in the balcony. My favorite muppet was the Chef. I love the way he talks. And sometimes, when I'm home alone, cooking a chicken, I talk like he does. And sometimes when my husband is complaining, I talk like Beeker to him. I can't help it, sometimes that's what he sounds like in my head. And I'm still learning to filter my thoughts. So it just comes out. He'll be bitchin', I'm busy doin' somethin', and I'll just bust out with "Memememe! Memememe!" Or I guess that's how Beeker sounds when you're typing it out on the computer.
Okay, I feel better now. Head ache is feeling better. So, It's been real...It's been fun....But for now....I'm done!
