Wordless Wednesday: Black Bear Diner

As seen at the Big Bear Diner









Until next time,

The Blogoholic

Um...

Did you ever stare at your screen at a blank blog post and wonder, "Why can't I think of what I want to write?" That's how I feel today, I had all sorts of great ideas all through the day, wrote in my head a glorious post full of some great writing work, and as I opened this post I couldn't remember word one. How sad is that? I wonder if it is a sign of getting older... nah, I'm still too young for that. Must be the lack of sleep. Well, next time around I think I'll keep a notebook with me so I don't lose these gems.

Well, since I can't think straight today, I guess it's time to go read some other people's blogs. Maybe I'll find some miraculous inspiration for tomorrow.

Until next time,

The Blogoholic

Funny Sleepers

My husband (whom I will be calling GB in order to protect him from utter embarrassment, and I won't tell you what it stands for because if he found out I did he'd wring my neck!) has a habit of saying and doing the funniest things in his sleep - besides the horribly loud snoring. So I've decided to keep a log of some of these things. (So be sure to come back and check out any more stuff I add to this post.)

One of the things I vividly remember is one night several years ago we were in bed, and he was snoring so loud I couldn't sleep (I bet many of you have been there). Well, I nudged him and whispered "Roll over, you're snoring." Well, he yelled back (and I mean yelled, in a very angry voice), "I'm not even asleep, I can't be snoring. It's the dog." To which I nearly burst out laughing, since I had been watching him snore, could tell where it was coming from, and the dog was in our son's bedroom at the time. When I told him the story in the morning, he didn't remember any of it. Which is always the case.

Here's some of the other things he has said:
* DB! Come take off my shoes. (He wasn't wearing shoes at the time) - DB is what I call my son, it's short for Destructo Boy, which I'll explain in detail eventually.

* GB: "Who took the pictures?"
Me: "What pictures?"
GB: "The pictures on the computer?"
Me: "What computer?"
GB: "Your computer?"
Me: "There aren't any pictures on my computer..."
GB: "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

* GB: "DB!" (who had been in bed for an hour)
Me: "He's in bed, what do you need?"
GB: "Tell him to bring me the words"
Me: "What words?"
GB: "He needs to bring me the words so I can explain them."
Me: "What words are you talking about?"
GB: "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

Until next time,

The Blogoholic

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

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