7:24 am. Fatigued brain stirs from restless slumber and sends Body message to get out of bed.
Body resists, until Fatigued brain sends another message via bladder more urgently.
Body defiantly drags herself from bed.
Fatigued brain makes an abysmal attempt to converse before massive intake of iced coffee….and fails epically.
Body on auto pilot sees wifey off to work.
Fatigued brain, seeking sustenance, convinces Body to climb the stairs to the craft studio.
Fatigued brain would like to remain here in silent reverence among the many awe inspiring recently created works of art.
Heart butts in after 20 minutes or so with a reminder of the hour and commitments.
Arriving at work just in time, again on auto pilot, Body clumsily attempts to grab the remaining work gear from the car; Badge, secured straight on shirt with much difficulty, apron whose strings manage to latch on to whatever passes by them and hold on for dear life. Body struggles with apron strings and finally manages to tie the bow behind its back. Body clips up hair with hair clip, (easiest part of the morning so far).
A quick glance in the car mirror reveals Fatigued brain forgot to tell Body to apply the powder foundation to hide Body’s blemishes.
Heart sinks knowing their imperfections will be reflected in the faces of the guests they seat today.
Fatigued brain smiles sympathetically at Heart, who is always in the right place, and unable to grasp why things don’t always go her way.
At the computer clock in Fatigued brain realizes Body has tied the apron on backwards and must redo it to access their employee card to clock in. Heart sighs…heavily. At this point they all agree on the merits of having stayed in bed. Now finally clocked in and mostly put together, pressing matters await. Because that’s how it always is…right? When we are least ready for our day it comes at us full on. Heart cheers them on…We got this! Fatigued brain and Body aren’t so sure. At home Heart reminds Fatigued brain to avoid the food and beverages that got us into this mess. At bedtime they ask the universe for good sleep, natural healing, but most of all, the re-emergence of Super Sharp Focused brain, and all will right in their world.
Today I read a post from the lovely Rarasaur. She has decided to participate in a prompt that is making it’s rounds in the blogosphere, 21 Things I irrationally love/hate. I have decided to participate too. So here goes.
1. Cashier’s that hand you coins on top of paper money, (especially in the drive-thru!). Seriously, this is just a common sense thing to me.
2. People who chew gum like a cow and smack it, and think they’re cool! So high school.
3. Drivers who don’t understand what YIELD means.
4. Litterbugs. Especially those that discard cigarette butts and believe that’s okay. (News flash, they are not bio-degradable) They end up in our oceans harming our marine life and ultimately us!
5. The smell of beer, garlic on a person, spearmint, and fish. (Makes me hork, don’t know why)
6. Automated voice routing, and voice prompts when you call a company for service. (Especially when it doesn’t understand your voice and makes you keep repeating yourself!)
8. Lack of color. I detest bland colorless depressing environments.
9. Statuses with sappy stories cleverly marketed to evoke emotions and garner (likes) possibly for profit.
10. People cutting in line.
11. Paying for parking, like at hospitals, really?
13. Drug commercials. ( I don’t want to hear about, cialis, viagra, lipitor, abilify, in the middle of my show. It’s all so depressing. I once had a doctor tell me that many drugs are marketed to the public before doctors even know about them.
14. Wife beater t-shirts. No it’s not just the horrible moniker…they’re just ugly.
15. Anything sticky.
16. Vaulted Ceilings, so impractical.
17. Suburbans (Chevy car model)
18. Thongs (Butt floss)
19. Cigarette smoke
20. Bendable straws
21. Paper bags (itchy itchy)
So that’s my list. Tomorrow I will post things I love… I can’t imagine any of those being irrational. 😉
What about you? What are some things you love/hate irrational or not?
Do you believe in Aliens? It’s a simple question really, and most people have a definitive answer. About half of our society believes that they do not exist, that we are all there is. IMHO That’s a little arrogant. I think just the fact that we exist leaves open the possibility that others do also. To me it just makes sense.
I never paid much attention to UFO stories or theories about Alien life until I had an experience that to this day I cannot explain. Now of course, I pay more attention to the phenomena. Last night we were watching one of those shows about unexplained things…and UFOs are always included in the unexplained. There was a story about a guy who saw a little saucer in his field (in another country) and he was mesmerized. The door opened and he heard voices but couldn’t understand what they were saying, then the door closed and the saucer promptly left. Upon leaving it’s propulsion systems blasted the guy.. he was that close, and left unexplained marks on his abdomen that randomly reappeared on his skin throughout his life. Who knows if it’s all hype… all the better for ratings and the show, right? Anyway I turned to my wife and said “What would you do if you saw that?” To which she quickly replied RUN! I would so be outa there! LOL So it got me to thinking about how people react in such circumstances. Why some people run, and others are so curious that they remain. It also brought up my own memory.
My experience was not your garden variety UFO sighting, it was a little more up close and personal in nature, and it unnerves me still when I think about it.
It was a night like any other after the work day… kids, homework, dinner, tv and bed. Oh and back in those days we often had a night cap before bed during our shows. At this time we had an upstairs bedroom in the center of the house. We used window fans to keep cool because we hadn’t yet put in air conditioning. I love the fresh night air… it has always been soothing to me. Anyway we drifted into a wonderful slumber with kitties arranged into snuggle positions and commenced to sleep peacefully until….
Have you ever woke to someone staring at you… you just start to wake up because you know someone is there and looking at you, perhaps wanting something? Well if you are a mom (or dad) you might have experienced this. There have been many nights where I have woken to one of our boys standing or sitting next to me, watching me, as if their mere presence would wake me so that they wouldn’t have to, which of course it did, and they would then be comforted from their nightmare of zombie chasing and cuddled till they could go back to sleep. Ah the joys of parenting.
This night a similar thing happened, I felt as though someone were watching me, and I stirred from sleep expecting to find one of my children in need of comforting. What I saw instead when I opened my eyes was a face very unlike my own, with large dark eyes, and a small mouth, just inches away from my face. As though a person were standing next to the bed and leaning over to peer at someone sleeping so that their face would be aligned with the sleeping person if they were to open their eyes. I froze, wide eyed in disbelief trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Our room was never completely dark at night because we had lots of windows so it was always easy to navigate without the use of lights if you had to visit the bathroom. This all happened in seconds but it seemed in slow motion. The feeling I got from what I saw was curiosity, but it took only seconds of processing for me to realize this wasn’t one of my children and for the the fight or flight response to kick in. I then screamed bloody murder and shot bolt right up in the bed, and it was gone!, poof!, like it had never been there. My wife, having only heard me scream like that once or twice in all our years, shot out of the bed to a standing position ready to kill whatever was the threat. The cats flew in unison to who knows where, all three of them. I was instantly out of bed searching the room, looking out the window, down the hall checking on the boys, all safe in their beds snoring ( I swear boys can sleep through anything) , looking desperately for some rational explanation for what I saw. There was none. My first thought was it might have been one of the boys playing an awful joke, as clearly they would not have been above this at that age. sighs.. Not only were they all sleeping, there was really no way they could have run down the hall in those seconds of hyper awareness without us knowing. The next day just in case, I went through their things searching for anything that could resemble what I saw, and nothing. No costumes, no masks, I did find dirty socks, and petrified food, but nothing to explain the unexplained. and so to this day it remains… unexplained. My wife said “maybe you were dreaming?”, but I wasn’t… I was awake, and my eyes were open just like when one of our boys would come in. I have never in my life had a hallucination, nor have I ever done any kind of drug that would cause one. It was and is… the strangest thing that has ever happened to me. Was it an Alien?… who knows. All I know for certain is that I can’t explain what I saw, that does not mean however, that there is not an explanation, only that I am not privy to it.
So what about you? Do you believe in Aliens? If you saw something would you run, or investigate? Things being how they are today… I would definitely grab my phone and start taking photos for evidence and facebook. 😉