Crashing waves and fluffy pillows

I just spent 20 minutes responding to comments at my this-here-blog.  Hmm.  I need to do that more often.

ANYWAY… I popped my head up out of bed this morning, changed my sheets, took a shower, cleaned my bathroom, dusted a little, grabbed the laundry and brought it downstairs, cleaned up the kitchen a little, then made pancakes (a mountain of them)… all before 9:30am.  What is happening to me?  AHHH…

Then, after cleaning up from breakfast, I went foodshopping (after #1 and 3 sons got out of bed)… and it is HUMID and MUGGY outside… like I could stick tissues all over my arms without wetting them first.  It’s also dark out, and feels like nearly nighttime… oh wait, I know why… it’s POURING outside.  No wonder.  Heh…

Last night, in the middle of a dream, I was abruptly woken up by the sounds of rocks and sledgehammers hitting my house.  (Ok, not really rocks and sledgehammers… more like HARD RAIN hitting my skylight and roof HARD… VERY VERY hard.)

Scared the beegeezus out of me, that’s for sure.

Here’s something else that scares me… GIANT CHEETOS.  Have you SEEN them?  They’re HUGE (like bigger than a golf ball huge).

 

This is  fullsize crayon (a little worn at the top)… next to a monstrous cheetos ball.  They say on the package, “it may be too big to put into your mouth.”

I was able (barely) to get it in my mouth.  What does that mean?  Is my mouth extraordinarily huge?  Should I be worried? Or, are the Cheetos people trying to scare us?  *looks around*  Are they watching me??

 

The rain kicked in again… like a truck hiting my house.  Oh wait, it stopped again.  This is going to be a LONG day.. weather-wise.

Am currently listening to a weird song by Sugar Ray, called “Burning Dog.”  I feel like surfing… don’t ask me why… surfing while drinking a slushy from Sonic.  Hmm…

So, this is day 2 of staring at my computer, hoping that by some miracle, stuff will get created… like school stuff.  I’m going to have my husband go in the basement and vacuum out carcasses of dead creepy crawlies (and perhaps some LIVING ones) so I can officially relocate back into the batcave for the semester.  This way, my school stuff won’t congregate on the dining room table and (possibly) hinder real estate visitors (if they ever come).

House update: No new real estate stalkers.  The last came through about three (3) weeks ago… when the woman emphatically bitched about my kitchen.  I have a smokin’ hot kitchen.  If my kitchen were a woman, it’d be smokin’ hot…

I don’t swing that way, but I have a hard time envisioning my kitchen as a hot guy.  It just seems… wrong.

Anyway, I’m going to attempt to get some work done (hahahahahahahahaaa!) before my back begins pinging with “why are you sitting on these shitty kitchen chairs instead of that comfy desk chair you bought last year for your office that you’re STILL not in??” pain.  Stupid kitchen chairs.  They’re older than dirt and are starting to fall apart.  I sort’ve found (partially) acceptible chairs in W-mart… 2 for $59… or was it Target?  Hmm… Everything out there is a bench or stool.  I just want PLAIN wooden chairs w/o cloth seats (our’s are beige and about 16-25 years old and are falling a PART… like when you sit for dinner, you don’t know how long you’ll actually get to SIT in the seat for before it crashes to the floor).

Ok, that’s about enough of my insanity for the day.  (What ever happened to Dangerspouse? *sniff* I miss him.)