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Ya wanna talk old?

The clock says 10:18.  We just did the daylight savings switch so it should feel like 9:18, and yet all I can think about is going to bed.  Me, the chick who is usually up to midnight.  Ish.  Yes, I have been slammed the last few days... Chance was having some "emotional moments" (repetitively and loudly), and then we had a family party on Saturday, soon to be followed by Chance's kid birthday party tomorrow so yeah, a lot going on but still...

I shouldn't be so damn tired at 9:00 in the pm.  This offends me to the core of my night owl soul. 

MOST of the time I don't feel my age.  Really.  I feel pretty hip and young and cool (in a nerdy way) and usually energetic.  But there are those certain nights, man...

...well, let's just say I'm missing the copious amounts of caffeine and sudafed I used to consume on my less than perky days.  (And no, I'm not pregnant. I'm just trying to cut down.)

BTW - Once again I'm watching The Millionaire Matchmaker; the latest episode.  Am I the only the one who thinks a guy proposing on the first date is just freaky and idiotic?  And the chick said she'd "consider it"?!  And then Patty (sp? Patti? whatever) got all teary-eyed like it was a miracle and not a sign of the high divorce rate or anything

AND, I'm not saying this has anything to do with it, but I must say that guy had THE most muppet-esque eyebrows I've seen in my life.  They could have been drawn on with markers. 

           - the weirdgirl      



Don't completely discount the pregnancy thing. With both my pregnancies, the first thing I noticed was a debilitating tiredness that I couldn't explain or fight. If you are, SQUEE! Here's to hoping!


Ah, the tiredness. I've never been a night owl myself so going to bed at 10 isn't a big issue for me, but my husband really resents having to be in the sack by 11 so that he can get through his day.


At 9 p.m. last night (the time formerly known as 8 p.m.) I was shuffling around the house with my slippers and pajamas on, yawning like an old person - an old person who would have fallen asleep on the couch at 6 p.m. This is madness. Three days in and I'm still whacked, and trying to convince my kids it's now bedtime.


No, you're not the only one!

In the early 80's, my sister had a college roommate named Cindy. Cindy was an evangelical Christian. She had a date--one date--with an evangelical Christian guy who lived at least a hundred miles from her, but happened to be in her town for a weekend. He returned home.

A few days later, Cindy received a letter from him. He wrote that Jesus had appeared to him, in a dream, and commanded him to marry her. And Cindy moved to his town, and married him!

I don't know if they're still married. To my knowledge, my sister doesn't keep in touch with Cindy.

But if they are, is it a match made in Heaven--or Hell (lol)?

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