…made to kick off the weekend with friends.
Atleast this one is for me.
What’s your definition of this Friday?
How can you get mad at this face:
Its easy when that face decides to wake you every two hours demanding to play.
This has happened to me the last several nights in a row, and I’m officially over it. It’s ceased to be cute. Sleep is what I want… not to be begged to play.
My husband gave our cat a broken guitar string as a new toy, claiming cats love guitar strings. I am fairly sure I have him a, “Yeah… right.” look.
He was right.
This cat loves this guitar string. He runs around the house carrying it in his mouth like a dog would carry a tennis ball or stick. He will bring it to me while I sit at the desk or on the couch, set it down, and look at me like, “Make it move. Play with me!”
And I have to admit, its super cute.
What is not cute, though, is when he does this at night; when I am in a dead sleep. He jumps up on the bed, sets the string within arms reach, and proceeds to mew loudly until I wake up. The sad thing is that he has me to so well trained, that I find myself playing with him! Half asleep, moving this guitar string around so he can pounce on it. When I come to my senses, I throw it off the bed and he chases after it. Sadly, he usually comes back within two hours and we start all over.
Apparently, this isn’t an unusual phenomenon. I did a quick Google search and I discovered:
- How to Get a Cat to Stop Waking Me Up at Night
- My Cat is a Jerk Who Wakes Me Up All Hours of the Night (A Facebook Group)
- Why your cat wakes you up at 4am in the morning
Not to mention COUNTLESS forum posts and Yahoo! Answers posts. So at least I am not alone. However,that knowledge doesn’t let me get a full night of sleep. I should probably just temporarily lock him out of my room at night, but when hubby isn’t home, I like having him around. Especially when all he does is snuggle up beside me and purr. Its an awesome comfort, and the companionship of a pet helps fill a void when you are home alone.
But, I’m over it. I’m over the late-night play sessions he demands. I might throw HIM off the bed next time!
Okay, I won’t. But it doesn’t mean I won’t be tempted…
We all have those things we do that make no sense, and yet we do them any way. Its as if in certain instances, logic no longer has any effect on us.
Today, I did a big one. I even twittered about it AS I WAS DOING IT.
Why am I sitting on my bed, checking the internet on my phone when my laptop is a foot away? — @niseag03
Yes folks, I spent over an hour reading BlogHer and my email and my Facebook and my Twitter feed ON MY PHONE, cursing how cumbersome it is to Share an article on Facebook via phone, all while my laptop sat open less than a foot away. Can someone explain to me what part of any of this made any sense?
One of my quirks that my husband finds particularly entertaining is the fact that I rarely will change the toilet paper roll. Its such a simple chore! And yet for whatever reason, I hate it and just don’t do it. He teased me that while he’s on the road, I HAVE to change the roll. Unbeknown to him (until now, ha!) I still very rarely change it. If I’m feeling particularly logical, I will. But on a general basis… not so much.
And yes, I did go take a picture of this phenomenon to use as a photo in this post.
In a similar vein, the bad habit I have that gets on my husband’s nerves is how, when cooking, I’ll toss all my trash in one of the sinks instead of putting it in the trash can. The difference in distance is maybe two steps, and yet I consistently do it. Even though I know it gets on his nerves! Its a bad habit. It makes no sense. I am guilty.
So please tell me its not just me! What are some of your more nonsensical moments?
Last week was my first edition of “Show stories” and after careful consideration, I’ve decided to make this a weekly contribution to my blog. Landing either Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on how things fall for me.
This week, I bring you a tale from long before my husband and I were even dating. We’d been friends for years before we made that step, so I have many stories pre-relationship.
So my tale today comes from 2003, when four friends set out on a weekend of fun and live music.
Oh how I stressed prior to this trip. I felt like our lives were in my hands, so I planned and planned. I had a full itinerary printed out with maps and times and phone numbers. Pre-GPS days, MapQuest was a savior (not to mention my Texas Road Atlas!)
I was our road manager for the weekend. And bus driver.
My three best girlfriends (all of whom would later be my bridesmaids) and I jumped in my truck and we took off on a weekend trip that took us to Brownwood, TX then up to Sulphur Springs, TX. Round trip for the weekend was around 650 miles.
We took off out of my hometown on an adventure that I still consider one of my favorite memories of all time. We laughed until our sides hurt at times. We have in-jokes that came out of that trip that still make us laugh to this day.
My friends got to experience what I still call, “Waitin’ on Craig” at shows. I’ve learned over the years that the musician’s life on the road is filled with, “Hurry, hurry, hurry! Okay now wait around for awhile. Now hurry, hurry, hurry!” And that’s something I experienced years in advance without even realizing it. We would get to hang out for awhile, only to have him disappear for long periods of time.
We did get the royal treatment with All Access passes all weekend. Our second show was actually sold out, and we spent it watching from side-stage. We were able to park behind security at both shows, and both netted us some good food.
The first show was a fair, and our host for the night (my now-husband) treated us to a deep-friend s’mores. Yes it was a gooey mess, but as I recall its still one of the most amazing things I’ve ever put in my mouth. I kind of want one right now, actually.
The second show, we all got to take some of the band’s catering back to the hotel with us. A steak dinner that was also amazing. (We spent a long time looking for a six-pack of beer on our way back to our Dallas-hotel, only to learn how much at that area of Texas is dry. My friend who is today an Assistant District Attorney even asked a pair of cops how far we had to drive to get a beer. Insert hysterical laughter here, as well as the realization that it just wasn’t worth it to keep looking.)
I remember in-between shows was a 2 hour drive from Brownwood to Dallas, in which I did successfully miss my exit. Thankfully my co-pilot knows how to read a map and she got us back on track using that handy-dandy Texas Atlas I used to carry with me at all times. I had hoped to follow the bus to avoid such an issue, but when I realized that waiting for them would probably mean not getting to our hotel until around 6 AM, I decided we’d chance it on our own. We were big girls, and we made it just fine.
A highlight of that weekend was dunking my class ring. I’d gotten it about a month before, but I had yet to participate in the Texas A&M tradition of ring-dunk. I did so the night of the second show. In a blue Dixie cup. Because I am high class like that.
By the way, both shows were great. But the things I remember most are the events surrounding those shows. A fun weekend with the girls, and getting to see my musician friend… getting to have a little taste of the traveling musician’s life.
Two shows. Two nights. 650 miles. Precious, precious memories.
I’m being one of THOSE people today. You know the kind. Those people who go to a coffee shop with their laptops, sit in the corner, and type furiously. The ones you wonder if they are writing about you or a term paper. Why do they have to do that in public? How… pretentious!
Well, first off, I AM writing about you. (I’ll get to that in a minute.) Second of all, its not pretentious, its just me needing to get out of the house! Yes, I could do this from home. I have been for the last week! But its lonely at home. My cat does not hold conversations very well. And, seriously, as much as I love my house… I can’t handle being in it almost non-stop for seven days.
See, my husband in right in the middle of a two-week run to the west-coast. And I am just WAY out of practice of his being gone so long. I’m used to a maximum of maybe four days out, then home for at least a day or two. Not this run. Two weeks solid. And talking on the phone only gets me so far in the sanity department.
I’ve wanted to come down to Starbucks for awhile now. It’s kind of a no-brainer. Its barely three miles from my house, in fact. But I just couldn’t justify the cost. I have coffee at home. I have internet at home. I even had cupcake mixes at home! But, you see in that picture above, the card? Yeah, that card pretty much gave me back some of my sanity. My cousin sent me that with a little treat inside that resulted in my gleefully hitting Starbucks today for a Grande Vanille Latte and a big, fat slice of banana walnut bread. So. Very. Yum.
So here I am, right in the corner of my local Starbucks, sipping my latte, people-watching and eavesdropping.
My favorite thus far has to be the guy who, for what ever reason, had to sit at the table right beside mine. Even though there were probably 15 empty tables in the building. And he’s not having anything. He’s just sitting at the table, playing with his phone. Interesting. Seems to be a soldier, in full army fatigues. Maybe he’s waiting for someone to end their shift. Or maybe he’s waiting to meet someone. Who knows. But he proceeded for have a ten minute conversation on his phone in which he kept saying, “Oh, she went home already? Are you sure she went home already? That’s what she said, she went home already?” After about the eighth time of this, I almost looked over and went, “Look! She went home already! Deal with it!” But, you know, I thought that might be a little rude. So I didn’t.
Another fun one has to be the girl on crutches whose friends didn’t bother to get up and get her coffee order for her. They watched her struggle to get up, then once she did went, “Oh I guess I could have gotten that for you.” *facepalms* Teens.
My final favorite was watching a lady come in, order a drink, then sit down and proceed to pay her bills. Then for each bill she paid, she’d rip the statement in half and throw it away. Don’t get me wrong, but that doesn’t seem like the safest way to protect yourself from identity theft. But, hey, maybe Starbucks trash cans have some sort of super-sonic-bill-destroyer-system in them.
Or maybe not.
This, folks, this is what that “pretentious person with laptop at the coffee shop” wonders. That’s deep, man. Deep.
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