Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Set your clock

I don't know about you, but I am having a hard time staying awake at night and an equally hard time getting up in the morning.  This may have a little something to do with the fact that it's dark out.  Apparently some genius thought it'd be awesome to change our "Spring Ahead, Fall Behind" schedules last year, evidently screwing everything up this year.  Apparently the Sun didn't get the memo that we changed things up.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with what I'm referring to, I'm including a link to Daylight Savings from wikipedia.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Scaredy Cat

I really kick myself for being one of those teenagers who loved scary movies.  Now that I own my own house I'm constantly checking that there is no one hiding in the shower, I dread getting up at 3am because it's the "witching hour," and I lock everything including my car which is already in a locked garage.  Well, last night (or this morning, depending on how you look at it) I was awakened by one of the many alarms in my house faintly beeping.  Once I was awake enough to realize that it wasn't some random text message on my phone or something I'd dreamed up, I'd seen the clock said 3:46 a.m.  I'd debated laying there for the next 14 minutes until it was safely 4 a.m., but my opened eyelids had already triggered the urge to pee so I got up.  Side note:  a sheer shower curtain with a clear liner is the way I get around phobia #1 about creepers hiding out in the bathtub.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Show Stopper(s)

This past weekend we had a little bbq with a few friends over.  We weren't really feeling the standard hotdog/hamburger menu, however.  We opted for grilled sausage patties with onions and peppers as well as pulled pork sandwiches.  Side dishes included a pasta salad, summer squash casserole, and tomato/mozzarella/basil salad w/ balsamic vinegar dressing.  DELICIOUS. 

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Rehab

What is rehab?  I ask this question because I'm not sure I understand the new-aged concept of rehab.  My impression was that rehab was a place where drug abusers went to forcibly become clean of their addictions.  The visual I have in my head is one of a hospital-gown donning junkie sweating it out on a cot in a locked room.  From what I understand of rehab some instances of are not necessarily voluntary, sometimes court ordered, but for the most part rehab is not something I would categorize as pleasant.