Insomniac

I don't know if that's a word, but it fits me right now anyways. What is UP with not sleeping?!?!? I am reeeeeally tired but cannot fall asleep. An hour and a half ago I was dead on my feet, hauled my sleepy butt up the stairs, didn't even wash my face (gasp), barely made it into some pj's and flopped myself into bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, "boing!" (that's the closest approximation I could get for an"I'm now suddenly wide awake" sound) Awake. Quite Awake. argh. So, here I am at the computer, wasting alot of should-be-sleeping time checking out the scads of people that are on facebook. wow. what a lot of people out there. Lots that I haven't heard about in ages. It's really addictive to search around peoples facebooks and come across names that you haven't even thought of in forever. And guarenteed each new person you look up has at least one person that you know on thier friends list. Fascinating. at least right now it is. And since I have this kind of compulsive personality, I'm sure I'll spend lots more time there.

Anyway, I thought I'd take some pics of my latest "poetry from the fridge" and post it. Joshua was rip-snortin' mad that "someone" (aka: me - but I didn't tell him that) took his poetry and used it elsewhere. We have a fridge poetry rule that everyone's poetry is sacred and you don't use any of the words in the poem until it's been up for a couple of weeks. That way it gets the attention it deserves from visitors, and the rest of the fam can read it over and over and be reminded how talented we all are :) Well, his "poem" read something like this: ahem...."redfiddlerustybuttuglypuppyloveangrylickmoon..." etc etc. Now, the teacher in me usually tries to see the possibilities and beauty in all sorts of creative creations. But I KNOW that Joshua and his poetry addicted cousin, R, just look for the wierdest combinations and put them up there. So I didn't take it seriously. BIG MISTAKE! I forgot for a moment that Josh tends to get kinda OCD (I wonder where he got that from). He was quite offended, and can't let it go might I add, that someone didn't A) follow the fridge poetry rules, and 2) didn't take his stuff seriously. So, lesson learned, someone's garbage is someone else's treasure and all that stuff. I guess he'd be doubly offended if I compared his diatribes to garbage. so sorry.

Well, I'm still not tired, but the kids are having some sibling rivalry and Pat is dealing with it on his own. So I guess I'd better go in and be the reinforcement. Although he is doing quite well on his own. I'll probably just mess it all up and talk way too much, and put them all to sleep. Pat tends to be shorter, to the point. I tend to want to examine everything and even write down game plans for the future. Wendy: Point 1: How to react when McKenzie talks about girl stuff and you are completely disgusted. Point 2: How to react and keep her sensitive feelings from having a hormonal meltdown. Point 3: How to use this situation for sometime when you might be married and your wife needs you to be more sensitive to her needs. Pat: Mickey, go talk to your mom about that stuff. Colton, quit being a jerk to her. Now go to bed.

Pat's methods seem to be quite efficient. (a little bit exaggerated but you get the point)

That's it, now that I've spent all this time on here, the problem's solved :)

The kids are happy, the night's cooled down, I can hear the thunder and the wind in the trees, A sense of well being can be felt throughout the house...Life's good. Even if I still can't sleep :)