The Spooky Sounds of the Night

I lay here in bed staring at the shapes in the ceiling. I can hear the whirling and faint ticking of the ceiling fan ticking. *rattle, rattle* What was that! I freeze for a moment and try and place the sound. Oh wait, that was just one of the dogs rolling around in her sleep, her tags clinking together. Then comes the creaking. Was that a footstep? Is there someone in my house? Oh no. What's going to happen now? I hold perfectly still, hold my breath, and listen harder. No more sounds. Well, perhaps I should feel comforted by the fact that we have an alarm system in place. Did I remember to set it? Shoot, get out of bed, go check the alarm. Yep, it's set. What am I so worried about?

I go back to bed, curl up with my blanket and close my eyes. What was that?! I don't recognize that sound. So many thoughts run through my head of all the things this person I'm sure has snuck into my house is planing to do. Do I wake up my husband? He still gives me a hard time about the last time I woke him up for nothing. Breath! The dogs aren't barking, so it's probably nothing, right? What if he's so quiet they haven't heard him yet? Stop it! Stop thinking all these things. There is no one in the house. It's just the creaking of the house settling. The normal typical noises of the night. I knew there was a reason I stay up so late that I'm exhausted by the time I go to bed. It's so I fall asleep before I can hear the creapy noises. Why is my house trying to scare me at night?

The house! It's not someone sneaking in, it's the house. It's haunted, or has a mind of it's own. What is it house? What did I do to you? What didn't I do? Would you like a new paint job? Maybe it didn't like the color from the last time. Maybe it's the flooring, what if the house liked the carpeting because it was warmer? . . . . .

OK, now I know I'm suffering from sleep deprivation. The house is trying to scare me because it liked the carpeting better? What is wrong with me? Have I completely lost it? No, just tired. Need to sleep. But the noises, the sounds, the spooky shadows in the night. How can I sleep? Must sleep, can't stay up anymore. Pull the blanket over my head, because every child knows that pulling the blanket over your head protects you from the evil in the night. So now I'm safe. Sleep must come now, it just has to . . .

Until next time,

The Blogoholic

I Hate Ironing!

Why can't we make more fabrics that don't need to be ironed? We can make a car that can plug into our house. We've put men on the moon. We can make a box that can decode images sent from satellites in space (TV). So why do I have to stand by an ironing board with this silly gadget and try to get wrinkles out of my clothes? Is this really necessary? You'd think that somewhere along the line, someone with influence would just shout ENOUGH!!

People of the world unite! We will not iron our clothes. We will not pay someone else to iron them for us. We will not get to the hotel for a business trip, pull out a nice outfit for a business meeting only to realize that it's so wrinkled from the trip that we need to spend an hour ironing it! I'd rather spend that time in the jacuzzi. Now I know, there are some places out there making wrinkle free clothes, and I applaud them. {Hooray! Bravo! Clap, Clap, Clap} But it's not enough. Clothing manufactures everywhere, listen to me. Make more wrinkle free clothes! And make them less expensive. I can't pay $200 for a skirt, and $500 for the jacket to go with it. I don't even spend that on shoes!

But what difference can one little person make (OK, so I'm not all that little, but you know what i mean.) So until I can get a suit in wrinkle free fabric, I'll hang out in my t-shirts, jeans, and workout pants. . . Now look what you've done. If I'm in a t-shirt and workout pants already, I won't have a decent excuse not to workout. So now I'll start working out more, lose weight, and none of my clothes will fit. So I'll have to go out and buy more clothes (that probably won't be wrinkle free!) to replace my wardrobe. *Gasp* They're doing it on purpose... It's all a plot to get us to buy more clothes! How sneaky and manipulative. Will they stop at nothing. How dare the clothing manufactures trick us like this. It's appalling. Unite against the beast, don't fall for it, stay strong my sisters (and brothers), don't let them fool you into working out and potentially losing weight because the only thing that doesn't get wrinkled is your workout wear! Don't let them trick you so you have to buy a new wardrobe! . . .

....... I wonder if I've let my mind wander too much today.....

Until next time,

The Blogoholic

Teenage Boys - Eww

I am the mother of a 13 year old boy. Little boys are cute, and sometimes gross. They like to play in the mud and dirt, they play with snails and bugs, and they are in general semi-disgusting.

Teenage boys are worse. They're growing hair in places that a mother does not want to see (get your mind out of the gutter people, I'm talking about his armpits). They smell. Come on kid, I buy you deoderant for a reason. Take a shower and put some on! Then there is the hair on his upper lip - I'm too young to have a kid old enough to shave!! For goodness sakes, when did this happen??? Leg hair galore, I don't even want to know about hair anywhere else... but he tells me anyway.

One one hand, I don't want him to feel embarrased to talk to me about anything, especially while he is going through the difficulties of puberty, but did he really just tell me that? And how can I convince him that it's wrong for him to walk around in his underwear all of a sudden when it wasn't a problem before? Not only that, but his father still does it and that doesn't bother me. Well, I don't have an issue with seeing my husband's "package", but my son - EWWW! I don't want to know how big it may or may not be, I really don't want to know anything about it unless it is a medical type issue that a doctor may need to know about. But if I tell him that, or show disgust or embarrasment at discussions of such a private nature, he may start to feel uncomfortable talking to me, which is the last thing I want. So I'll suck it up, but get him shorts to wear to bed, and try and do what a good mommy would do for her son that is growing up WAY too fast.

I guess it could be worse, he could be walking around naked. Or really worse, he could feel like he can't talk to me about stuff, and have a big problem come down the way in the future. I miss the easier times when it was as simple as feed him, bathe him, change him, and love him. But he is turning into a fine young man, and as grossed out as I am occasionally, he is very smart, kindhearted, fit, likeable, honest and has a plan for his future that he is willing to work for. What more could a mother really ask? Top it all off, he's super cute, so I know my grandbabies are going to be adoreble. :) Not that I want grandkids anytime soon, he's still too young for that!

Until next time,

The Blogoholic

Cats are Weird

So there I was visiting with some family, when their cat jumped up on the coffee table. Nothing new there, I've seen cats do that. It was what happened next that was the weird part. Silly little kitty thought to himself, "hm, this bowl looks like a nice place to take a nap." So he climbed in, curled up and proceded to fall asleep. And there he stayed. Must have been comfy. My son spun the bowl in circles, and kitty didn't so much as meow. We left an hour or so later, and the cat was still asleep in the bowl.

I can honestly say I have never looked at a bowl and wanted to nap in it. Ever see a dog do that? Well, I have seen fish nap in bowls, but only when they live there. Well, Mister Kitty, I sure hope you liked it in there.

Until next time,

The Blogoholic

Random Thoughts and Rainbows

Hello. I am a blogoholic. As I write this post, I am up to 7 blogs that I personally write and 3 that I collaborate on. That's 10 blogs. Is that sick or what?

So, here it is. Even with all that blogging, I realize that I have lots of random thoughts and things I'd like to share that don't fit into any of my topics. So here we are. My Random Thoughts of a Blogoholic. You never know what to expect here. I'm not even sure what to expect yet. So stay tuned for my randomness.

I saw a rainbow the other day when driving home from work. It wasn't in the sky where rainbows normally reside. This one made its home in the sprinklers that fed a patch of grass off a freeway on ramp. It made me smile to see the rainbow.

At first I thought it was a little sad that the rainbow decided to come down and live in such a small place, but then I realized that the little rainbow knew it would have a home for a long time, even when it isn't raining. Smart little rainbow. I hope we meet again soon.

Until next time,

The Blogoholic