A dream is a wish your heart makes My heart wants me dead (always assuming I have one.) Everyone wants to know what's wrong with me. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. How's that for mysterious! HA! My Nytol is working. Kinda. I have to take several. Instead of falling right asleep like I used to when I took Nytol in the past, I now get the added bonus of feeling various parts of myself fall asleep at different times. It usually starts with my legs. They don't go all tingly or anything, they just go numb. A weird feeling. There is way too much Dawson's Creek on in the morning. How did this show last so long? The characters are all so whiny. I just want to slap them. posted by Beth 11:21 AM . . . Wednesday, April 09, 2003 Seeing the world from a different angle I'm short. Five foot two and a half inches to be exact. The half is very important. I have shoes that make me five foot five and a half though. I used to wonder what it would be like to be tall so one day I stacked a couple books on top of each other. The stack was about 6, maybe 7 inches tall. I stood on top of the stack and looked around the room. My roommate at the time, Carly, who is five foot ten inches in her stocking feet came home and thought I was crazy. The world looks funny from that height. I don't like it. Even when I wear my tall shoes it seems like things are vastly wrong with my universe. I have to bend way too far to spit when I brush my teeth and I misjudge how far away chairs are when I sit down. I always plop down because there usually isn't so much space between me and the chair. If you are tall, you have no idea what I'm talking about. Kneel down until you're about 6 inches shorter and look around. Things will look different. I'd have to climb a ladder to see how people over six feet tall see the world. I don't think I'd like it much. I like being close to the ground. Never have to duck. Low branches never hit me in the face. And hey for some of those tall guys, I'm just the right height. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. posted by Beth 11:38 PM . . . Tuesday, April 08, 2003 I love my nephew And to prove that I went to his Spring Concert. He goes to a christian school. I sat in a pew and listened to him and his classmates sing lyrics like soakin' up the son will keep you from burning, that's a lesson that we've been learning. It was a christian rock musical. I had some prime people watching time while I waited for the show to begin. All the little ones in the audience had that washed in blood of the lamb look about them. The men all sat ramrod straight with their feet firmly on the floor. The women. Well the women keep Max Factor and AquaNet in business. There wasn't a fresh clean face among them. I haven't seen so much red lipstick and rouge in one place before. There was a girl, about 13 I'd say, wearing low rider jeans so tight you could see the outline of her thong. No small feat considering thongs were designed to elimenate the panty line. How the child sat down is beyond me. There she was dressed like a hooker in training and spreading the word of god, sharing bible verses with her little friends. It was like some weird episode of The Twilight Zone. They all bowed their heads as the preacher guy prayed for us to all be cheerful givers. After the play there was another prayer. This time the preacher guy said he was sure there was someone in the audience who needed to embrace his personal lord and savior jesus christ. Someone who had strayed from the flock and needed a guiding light to bring them up from the depths of sorrow and pain. Being the only one in the room without a bowed head and pure heart, I couldn't help thinking he was talking about me. The fact that he seemed to be looking right at me didn't help any. I smiled at him. Maybe it was my slouching posture. Maybe it was my lack of pancake makeup. Maybe it was the pleasure kitten patch on my purse. Maybe my smile makes me look ten times more evil. What ever it was, he stopped looking at me. He didn't shake my hand on the way out either. posted by Beth 12:57 AM . . . Sunday, April 06, 2003 Guess what Still awake. But all will be well. I've got Nytol to help me get my ZZZZZs posted by Beth 11:17 PM . . . I'm tired 9:41am and all is well. It should be 8:41. Oh well, I was up at 8:41 too. I'm tired. I really am. Really. I'm not kidding. I'm truly tired. Yet and still, sleep eludes me. If it wasn't an on-going thing, I would blame the sleeplessness on Daylight Savings Time. We haven't saved anything. We lost a whole damned hour. Where did it go? Should we make missing hour posters? Do we call John Walsh or do we just wait for it to return in the fall all on its own? Is it only Daylight Savings Time in the fall when we gain an hour? Is it Daylight Lossing Time in the Spring? There are 472 tiny flowers on my fitted sheet. Just the top. I didn't count the sides. posted by Beth 9:53 AM . . .
Seeing the world from a different angle I'm short. Five foot two and a half inches to be exact. The half is very important. I have shoes that make me five foot five and a half though. I used to wonder what it would be like to be tall so one day I stacked a couple books on top of each other. The stack was about 6, maybe 7 inches tall. I stood on top of the stack and looked around the room. My roommate at the time, Carly, who is five foot ten inches in her stocking feet came home and thought I was crazy. The world looks funny from that height. I don't like it. Even when I wear my tall shoes it seems like things are vastly wrong with my universe. I have to bend way too far to spit when I brush my teeth and I misjudge how far away chairs are when I sit down. I always plop down because there usually isn't so much space between me and the chair. If you are tall, you have no idea what I'm talking about. Kneel down until you're about 6 inches shorter and look around. Things will look different. I'd have to climb a ladder to see how people over six feet tall see the world. I don't think I'd like it much. I like being close to the ground. Never have to duck. Low branches never hit me in the face. And hey for some of those tall guys, I'm just the right height. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. posted by Beth 11:38 PM . . . Tuesday, April 08, 2003 I love my nephew And to prove that I went to his Spring Concert. He goes to a christian school. I sat in a pew and listened to him and his classmates sing lyrics like soakin' up the son will keep you from burning, that's a lesson that we've been learning. It was a christian rock musical. I had some prime people watching time while I waited for the show to begin. All the little ones in the audience had that washed in blood of the lamb look about them. The men all sat ramrod straight with their feet firmly on the floor. The women. Well the women keep Max Factor and AquaNet in business. There wasn't a fresh clean face among them. I haven't seen so much red lipstick and rouge in one place before. There was a girl, about 13 I'd say, wearing low rider jeans so tight you could see the outline of her thong. No small feat considering thongs were designed to elimenate the panty line. How the child sat down is beyond me. There she was dressed like a hooker in training and spreading the word of god, sharing bible verses with her little friends. It was like some weird episode of The Twilight Zone. They all bowed their heads as the preacher guy prayed for us to all be cheerful givers. After the play there was another prayer. This time the preacher guy said he was sure there was someone in the audience who needed to embrace his personal lord and savior jesus christ. Someone who had strayed from the flock and needed a guiding light to bring them up from the depths of sorrow and pain. Being the only one in the room without a bowed head and pure heart, I couldn't help thinking he was talking about me. The fact that he seemed to be looking right at me didn't help any. I smiled at him. Maybe it was my slouching posture. Maybe it was my lack of pancake makeup. Maybe it was the pleasure kitten patch on my purse. Maybe my smile makes me look ten times more evil. What ever it was, he stopped looking at me. He didn't shake my hand on the way out either. posted by Beth 12:57 AM . . . Sunday, April 06, 2003 Guess what Still awake. But all will be well. I've got Nytol to help me get my ZZZZZs posted by Beth 11:17 PM . . . I'm tired 9:41am and all is well. It should be 8:41. Oh well, I was up at 8:41 too. I'm tired. I really am. Really. I'm not kidding. I'm truly tired. Yet and still, sleep eludes me. If it wasn't an on-going thing, I would blame the sleeplessness on Daylight Savings Time. We haven't saved anything. We lost a whole damned hour. Where did it go? Should we make missing hour posters? Do we call John Walsh or do we just wait for it to return in the fall all on its own? Is it only Daylight Savings Time in the fall when we gain an hour? Is it Daylight Lossing Time in the Spring? There are 472 tiny flowers on my fitted sheet. Just the top. I didn't count the sides. posted by Beth 9:53 AM . . .
I love my nephew And to prove that I went to his Spring Concert. He goes to a christian school. I sat in a pew and listened to him and his classmates sing lyrics like soakin' up the son will keep you from burning, that's a lesson that we've been learning. It was a christian rock musical. I had some prime people watching time while I waited for the show to begin. All the little ones in the audience had that washed in blood of the lamb look about them. The men all sat ramrod straight with their feet firmly on the floor. The women. Well the women keep Max Factor and AquaNet in business. There wasn't a fresh clean face among them. I haven't seen so much red lipstick and rouge in one place before. There was a girl, about 13 I'd say, wearing low rider jeans so tight you could see the outline of her thong. No small feat considering thongs were designed to elimenate the panty line. How the child sat down is beyond me. There she was dressed like a hooker in training and spreading the word of god, sharing bible verses with her little friends. It was like some weird episode of The Twilight Zone. They all bowed their heads as the preacher guy prayed for us to all be cheerful givers. After the play there was another prayer. This time the preacher guy said he was sure there was someone in the audience who needed to embrace his personal lord and savior jesus christ. Someone who had strayed from the flock and needed a guiding light to bring them up from the depths of sorrow and pain. Being the only one in the room without a bowed head and pure heart, I couldn't help thinking he was talking about me. The fact that he seemed to be looking right at me didn't help any. I smiled at him. Maybe it was my slouching posture. Maybe it was my lack of pancake makeup. Maybe it was the pleasure kitten patch on my purse. Maybe my smile makes me look ten times more evil. What ever it was, he stopped looking at me. He didn't shake my hand on the way out either. posted by Beth 12:57 AM . . . Sunday, April 06, 2003 Guess what Still awake. But all will be well. I've got Nytol to help me get my ZZZZZs posted by Beth 11:17 PM . . . I'm tired 9:41am and all is well. It should be 8:41. Oh well, I was up at 8:41 too. I'm tired. I really am. Really. I'm not kidding. I'm truly tired. Yet and still, sleep eludes me. If it wasn't an on-going thing, I would blame the sleeplessness on Daylight Savings Time. We haven't saved anything. We lost a whole damned hour. Where did it go? Should we make missing hour posters? Do we call John Walsh or do we just wait for it to return in the fall all on its own? Is it only Daylight Savings Time in the fall when we gain an hour? Is it Daylight Lossing Time in the Spring? There are 472 tiny flowers on my fitted sheet. Just the top. I didn't count the sides. posted by Beth 9:53 AM . . .
Guess what Still awake. But all will be well. I've got Nytol to help me get my ZZZZZs posted by Beth 11:17 PM . . . I'm tired 9:41am and all is well. It should be 8:41. Oh well, I was up at 8:41 too. I'm tired. I really am. Really. I'm not kidding. I'm truly tired. Yet and still, sleep eludes me. If it wasn't an on-going thing, I would blame the sleeplessness on Daylight Savings Time. We haven't saved anything. We lost a whole damned hour. Where did it go? Should we make missing hour posters? Do we call John Walsh or do we just wait for it to return in the fall all on its own? Is it only Daylight Savings Time in the fall when we gain an hour? Is it Daylight Lossing Time in the Spring? There are 472 tiny flowers on my fitted sheet. Just the top. I didn't count the sides. posted by Beth 9:53 AM . . .
I'm tired 9:41am and all is well. It should be 8:41. Oh well, I was up at 8:41 too. I'm tired. I really am. Really. I'm not kidding. I'm truly tired. Yet and still, sleep eludes me. If it wasn't an on-going thing, I would blame the sleeplessness on Daylight Savings Time. We haven't saved anything. We lost a whole damned hour. Where did it go? Should we make missing hour posters? Do we call John Walsh or do we just wait for it to return in the fall all on its own? Is it only Daylight Savings Time in the fall when we gain an hour? Is it Daylight Lossing Time in the Spring? There are 472 tiny flowers on my fitted sheet. Just the top. I didn't count the sides. posted by Beth 9:53 AM . . .
