I have felt blog lately therefore I haven't blahed much. Okay, other way around but you get my point. My brain seems to be numb and my head seems to weigh more that it did last week. I keep checking in the mirror and it appears to be the correct size.
I am doing strange things in my sleep. I chewed off my nails one night..no memory of doing this. Also I woke up one day missing a part of an eyebrow...just about 1/4 inch of missing eyebrow hairs, but enough for my daughter to ask me if I'd joined a gang. Since I always have a terrible time finding my eyebrow tweezers during the day, I doubt I used a tool to accomplish this feat.
Last night I woke up at 1AM and watched a show about baking cakes. Very silly of me to watch this show...I also did it with the TV on mute.
Sleep demons are messing with me and keeping me from a good, contented, night sleep.
I think I save all my worrying for my sleeping hours. I have had bouts of sleep walking in the past and I sure hope I don't develop that little tic again. Nothing like waking up finding your hand in the cookie jar. (I know it could be worse.)
After reading Bel Canto I can't seem to get into any of the other books we have lying around. I love having a really good book waiting for me.
Bravo to the New York Times newspaper and Ken Glaser in particular for responding to my complaint that it is getting impossible for me to find a complete Sunday Times in my neighborhood.
Poor Mr. Glaser, he called this morning and I almost bit his head off as I assumed he was a telemarketer. I detest telemarketing and ask everyone to please never donate a cent or buy an item over the telephone! If you would all cooperate, telemarketers would have to find new careers and millions of people would be able to eat their dinners in peace.
In the BELIEVE IT OR NOT category, I once called the police on a person who kept calling me looking for someone (not me) who owed them money. I explained to this twit that the person he was looking for did not reside in my house. He didn't seem to care at all. He kept calling twice a day until I had a police officer call him back and tell him he was breaking the law.
Telemarketers are on the increase, but what is decreasing are heavy-breather phone calls. I assume Caller ID has taken this fun pastime away from the pervs. Makes you wonder what the heavy-breathers are doing now for fun.
I am doing strange things in my sleep. I chewed off my nails one night..no memory of doing this. Also I woke up one day missing a part of an eyebrow...just about 1/4 inch of missing eyebrow hairs, but enough for my daughter to ask me if I'd joined a gang. Since I always have a terrible time finding my eyebrow tweezers during the day, I doubt I used a tool to accomplish this feat.
Last night I woke up at 1AM and watched a show about baking cakes. Very silly of me to watch this show...I also did it with the TV on mute.
Sleep demons are messing with me and keeping me from a good, contented, night sleep.
I think I save all my worrying for my sleeping hours. I have had bouts of sleep walking in the past and I sure hope I don't develop that little tic again. Nothing like waking up finding your hand in the cookie jar. (I know it could be worse.)
After reading Bel Canto I can't seem to get into any of the other books we have lying around. I love having a really good book waiting for me.
Bravo to the New York Times newspaper and Ken Glaser in particular for responding to my complaint that it is getting impossible for me to find a complete Sunday Times in my neighborhood.
Poor Mr. Glaser, he called this morning and I almost bit his head off as I assumed he was a telemarketer. I detest telemarketing and ask everyone to please never donate a cent or buy an item over the telephone! If you would all cooperate, telemarketers would have to find new careers and millions of people would be able to eat their dinners in peace.
In the BELIEVE IT OR NOT category, I once called the police on a person who kept calling me looking for someone (not me) who owed them money. I explained to this twit that the person he was looking for did not reside in my house. He didn't seem to care at all. He kept calling twice a day until I had a police officer call him back and tell him he was breaking the law.
Telemarketers are on the increase, but what is decreasing are heavy-breather phone calls. I assume Caller ID has taken this fun pastime away from the pervs. Makes you wonder what the heavy-breathers are doing now for fun.
posted by mary bishop | 11:46 AM
2 Comments:
Answer: Telemarketing.
LaurenBove, sometimes, nothing is funnier than a one word retort! Loved your response...
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Dear WhisperingCampaign,
You have a point...I could have saved my venom for the monkey's uncle, or the monkey in the mirror, or the monkey in the middle, or the 5 little monkeys jumping on the bed...
I do believe that monkey see, monkey do. And the Bush twins have seen a lot of monkey business from Papa.
Winston Churchill said: "Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room." (I'm assuming this is why Laura keeps a low profile, and doesn't appear to be a full fledged partner in Bushland."
"An example from the monkey: the higher it climbs, the more you see of its behind"
So many monkey quotes and so little time.
My current favorite monkeyism is: "These can never be true friends: Hope, dice, a prostitute, a robber, a cheat, a goldsmith, a monkey, a doctor, a distiller."
I know I'm just monkeying around but let's face it: Jenna has spent quite a bit of time in monkey bars. She did the unthinkable and lubed up her lips on national tv - indicating her abilities as a grease monkey.
Oh just call me a monkey wench!
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