Trying to stay awake.

October 19, 2007

I love that I’m writing in this blog even though I haven’t technically launched it and currently have about five readers. For some reason, I am having a very difficult time staying awake at work today, even though I got more than enough sleep last night. It’s probably my meds. I keep mucking with my meds schedule because they either make me nauseous, or drowsy (or both) and I get tired of feeling faintly ill all of the time. Especially since I seem to have lost an alarming amount of weight in a matter of days. By the end of the summer, I had finally packed on an extra 10 lbs that made me look rather nice and healthy. Now, of course, they are practically gone. Since one needs to eat more than a single meal per day if they do not want to lose weight. Stupid meds that make me not want to eat.

I babysat last night for a friend which is something that I haven’t done in over a decade. The kids and I got into an argument over “Winnie The Pooh,” which speaks volumes about my maturity level. “Winnie” was my favorite movie when I was young and, as it turns out, I still know all of the words to it. So, I’m singing along with the “Heffalumps and Woozles” song and one of the girls kept trying to correct me, “It’s elephants and weasels, Katie.” By the way, this girl is only in kindergarten, so she’s unbelievably smart for her age.

“Heffalumps are like elephants, and woozles are like weasels, but it’s still heffalumps and woozles,” I told her. Which set off the argument between myself and a kindergartner because, apparently, no one is allowed to mess with my sacred childhood memories.

I also kept shushing them during the movie and, by the end, I’m pretty sure they thought that I was insane. They kept giving me these eerie looks that clearly stated that I needed to calm down. Otherwise though, I was a fantastic babysitter because I let them have two snacks and didn’t make them go to bed. In fact, watching “Winnie” was my alternative to putting them to bed (they wouldn’t have stayed in bed, anyway and this way, they fell asleep with me on the couch after I got them to stop interrupting the damn movie).

I am going to make one hell of a strange mother someday.

My throat is a bit sore today, which is bothersome because friday night is my Wine and Karaoke Night. The only thing that ever trumped friday night karaoke was Intervention and it’s on hiatus and will not be returning to fridays when it comes back (it’s moving to monday, which is going to be a weird way to start the week).

Devin’s gotten me addicted to Chuck, a very funny and cool new show on NBC (I think). It has Jayne from Firefly on it and I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed Adam Baldwin (of no relation to the slew of other Baldwins). We’re also watching Reaper on the CW but it’s becoming progressively less funny with each new episode and that has us both worried, since we have really been enjoying the show.

We gave up on Bionic Woman after two episodes, despite the kick-ass appearance of Katee Sackhoff (Starbuck from Battlestar Galactica). I had Viva Laughlin recording while I babysat because I am dying to see if it is as bad as everyone is saying.

And yes, we both watch way too much TV. At least we are also equally obsessed with shows on the History and Discovery channels. Devin loves all of the engineering/mechanical shows, I love the ancient history shows, and we both love Cities of the Underworld. I think my favorite episode was the one about American bootleggers and the shady underbelly of Portland, OR. Although the Freemasons episode was unbelievably interesting.

I finally got Devin excited about seeing Bruce again when I showed him where we would be sitting. I’m actually going to be able to see the entire stage this time! I also reminded Devin about the valuable lesson he learned at The Who concert earlier this year–Do not attempt to talk to me while I am singing and dancing, otherwise you will be clocked with a wayward elbow. I told him that, once Bruce is on-stage, the only thing he is allowed to say is “BRUCE!” And, really, this is for his own good. Since the other Bruce fans are just as likely to smack him for talking during the concert.

When we went to the Bruce concert at Giants Stadium, I about died laughing when Devin asked me why everyone was booing Bruce. But he quickly realized that an arena full of rabid fans screaming “BRUCE!” sounds like massive amounts of booing. And I guarantee you that, by the end of the concert, he will be up on his feet and dancing like the rest of us. It is impossible to attend a Bruce concert and not be sucked in by the insane amounts of energy pounding through the arena.

This is not helping to keep me awake, at all. Time for desperate measures. Must put on some Bruce and commence with dancing around my office.

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