What's New with Me.

I have been SO unbelievably tired this week, I can barely stand it. It's seems as if last week's migraine drained me completely.

And, my blood sugar skyrocketed. Then, it plunged. I hate when that happens.

But, today I only took ONE nap with Baby Boy, so things are improving.

Let's see...what else...

My cat has nasty gas. I fed him Baby Boy's lunch leftovers. Leftover chicken from last night mixed with baby food green beans. Won't be giving green beans to a cat again. Nope. Not gonna do it.

Someday I am going to learn how to use the Dish to record Bob the Builder for Baby Boy. I think I finally have it mostly figured it out. We tend to be napping when Bob comes on.

Today Baby Boy snuck away from me. When I caught up with him, he had a kiwi-green votive candle in his mouth and a light bulb and an antique baby bottle in each hand. I don't know how he got the buffet doors to open, as I can barely do it. He greeted my arrival with a very muffled squeal. I wanted to grab my camera, but then I remembered that I don't want to be one of those people who take pictures of children doing what they should not be doing. And, he had a light bulb in his hand! My grandmotherly sensibilities took over quickly.

If I walk away from him, he calls to me. I LOVE IT! "Beppe! Beppe! Beppe!"

I've fallen behind in being an artsy craftsy lady. My head is exploding with ideas, but my domestic life will suffer if I do not pack up all of the Christmas stuff that I put into my bedroom until 'later'. Later has passed. Every night when I crawl into bed, I knock over a wooden tree. Why am I like this, I ask?

Tonight I watched American Idol. Last night I only listened. Tonight I was drawn in - you know - like how you have to look at a bad accident when you pass it, even though you KNOW that you do not want to see it. Yet, you look. Watching American Idol has reminded me that...

...YOU CANNOT BE WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BE!

I once took a friend to task over this. She claimed she was a good pianist due to much practice. I argued that she also had talent. She said, no, it was all practice. I argued that I was sure I practiced WAY more than she ever dreamed of practicing and I could not play half as well. Why? Because I do not have talent! Practice does not give you talent. It will enhance it greatly if it is there, but it will not produce it. Some of those wanna-be contestants tonight should have been stopped by their parents before they left home. A simple, 'Honey, I love you, but why don't you become an auto mechanic who hums while he works?'

Don't tell THGGM, but I just cannot find a book to read. I have about a dozen by my side of the bed, but I can't get into them. I've spent the past two nights looking at my small collection of Dover clip art books. The last image in the book I was looking at last night was of a ship wreck, or a flood. Drawings of the dead bodies of children were floating next to pieces of wood and furniture. It certainly was NOT the picture I needed to see before falling to sleep. WHY? Who at Dover chose to put this picture along with vintage ads? What was THAT an ad for?

Anyway...did I mention that we have a rather young family of mice visiting us this week? Why, yes. We do. One by one we are sending them back from whence they came. It had been MONTHS. MONTHS. Apparently a new 'mouse bus' must be stopping here again. I truly can't figure out what the draw is. Even I can't find any food here. And, we have a BIG cat! WHY??? These mice are very very black and look rather shrewish. I'm not going to attempt to tame them, anyway.

THGGM proposed tonight that the reason I am so tired might possibly be caused by my staying up so late. So late? I have not been staying up late. If he would only look over when he hears the tree fall, he would notice that the lump to his left is me.

I'm restless over my 'fast' from all things thrift and ebay. I'm sure I will be a much stronger and better person over it, but until that happens, all I feel is whiny.

Goodnight from whiny tired old me.

('snuck' isn't a word?)