Deep In The Forrest

"Snot's caught in my trap, that I can't Hawk out... Because I'm still blowin my nose babehhh" (to the tune of Suspicious Minds by Elvis). It's been most of the week now, yes, and I am still stuck in what I've affectionately started to call it, " Loogi (or Leugy?) Hell". I have to get it out too, as gross as it is. I can't stand it, interferes with my breathing. I can run to the restroom and get all cleared up, which is a horrible ritual in itself. I have to go hover over the john, give it a good cough, and then work to get the stuff out without gagging and possibly throwing up. It's miserable... I just do not have a strong stomach where snot or vomit is concerned. I'm just hoping and praying that this affliction will dry up soon... I can snot no longer! Funny the things you take notice of most when you're ill. I knew this already, but have come to realize that the toilet paper in our restrooms is not even 1 ply, it's like .3 ...

Well, Happy Labor Day everybody... I'm not going to make a big theme out of it or anything. It's the first day of the new month... September. If you're reading this then I gather you made it too. Also, a big Thank You to everyone who joined me in wishing Daddy a Happy Birthday! He is doing alright, and says he enjoyed his weekend. I'm just bored to death so I am going to take my camera out and see what I can see, maybe I'll catch a good shot or two. Irritation is taking over me as I have had one thing after the other in the last few minutes, just small irritations, but still they build. Not the least of which is the amount of times a cashier has conveniently "forgotten" to take the 55c Off Now coupon off my particular items, and cheated me out of another dime. I found 3 items this weekend alone with the coupon sitting there untouched. (Yes, I should notice them too, but they should definitely help us). I am certain it is a conspiracy. Have a good one folks...

Sometimes, just sometimes, you run out of cool titles for the posts. When that happens, I have no shame, I like song titles and random generators. I didn't want to name the post something about hump day, but since it is Hump Day, you may or may not have seen the following video, which has been on Ebaumsworld . Seems that a Russian press conference was disturbed by someone flying a remote control dildo. Just the look on everyone's face, and the sudden looks of shock on the faces of the guys standing next to the speaker were enough to make me ROFLMAO. As one person pointed out, what could be the "title" of the guy who had to go and swat the thing down?? Possibilities are endless on that. Anyways, Watch The Video . Yeah. I like that. Russians have a sense of humor... indeed. People-behavior has been getting on my nerves left and right again lately. It's so hard because I try to think good thoughts, do good things, and keep my karmic track record at least semi-accepta...

Last thing that caught my ear after lunch, getting out of my car was the radio telling some story about a person named "Harry Melons". I guess things always strike me funny, but I felt a little sorry for whoever this was. And if your name is Harry Melons, and you are reading this because you Google yourself too much, and you're angry because I'm making fun of your name, lighten up. Please, you know it's funny. Kick back and laugh at yourself. We are. I wanted to make a quick note today of the weekend's events, annoying and otherwise as I have had time to collect my thoughts, but not enough time to put it into writing. Friday, I got a phone call right as I was leaving which was project related and made me have to stay nearly 30 minutes more. Then, Friday night was "Me and Mr. J Time", we had a nice night watching movies and hanging out together, and stayed up relatively late. Saturday, I slept until maybe 10ish, layed around for a while, watching ...

( Meanwhile, at the Forrest , while the rest of the world sleeps peacefully...) 2:00 a.m. I wake up, freaking out thinking that I am running late. Oddly, I feel perfectly refreshed (wide-awake in fact) and ready to start the day. However, looking at the clock when I realize it is only 2 a.m., I force myself to go back to sleep and catch 'a few more winks'. 5:40 a.m. the alarm begins its daily act of terrorism, but I don't hear it until closer to 6:00. 5:55 a.m. I roll over slightly and nudge Richie, telling him it is '6 and ask him (rather inaudibly) if we're going to the gym'? To be a good sport, I nudge him a couple more times, he seems unresponsive so I hit the snooze button and settle back into my feather pillow. 6:20something, I hit the snooze again and then again a few more times... by now, feeling sleepy enough to probably sleep until noon. 7:14 a.m. I jump up, and begin the arduous task of opening my now sleep-welded eyes. 7:25 a.m. I enter the shower, w...

Or losing patience more so. Those that know me well, know that I am not a morning person in the least. Also, during those tender loving morning hours you will find me in a bit of a rush too because I am a procrastinator, running late, hitting the snooze button one too many times. This morning, I was doing pretty good though as Richie and I are once again tackling the Couch to 5K running plan . So I'd already had my morning walk/run and had some good healthy oatmeal in my belly. Plenty of time to spare, not plenty but more than usual so I stop off at the gas station for a quick fill-up. I'm nearly finished pumping the petrol, close the gas cap, and I'm veering towards my door to get in and head on towards my work day. Just then I am obstructed by none other than an early-bird Jehovah's Witness. These Jehovah's Witnesses used to come to our house it seemed a lot when I was a child. That was pretty brave of them as we had an extensively long driveway. They must've ...