My Circadian rhythm...

is very confused. Due to my second/third shift job, I tend to sleep in the morning and early afternoon. I had a lot of trouble getting used to it, but it seems as though its normalized in the last few days. Take yesterday. As I had posted, I slept until 3 pm and napped until 6. Of course, I was not able to sleep early this morning. I even went to visit my aunt at 10 and stayed until midnight (she works second as well). Then I came home to accomlish a few things online. Around three, I had an hour and a half long chat with a very handsome man (I can't wait to see him this weekend!).

So, I thought, I can go to bed now, not much left to do. Did I??? Noooooo. I jumped in the shower, shaved, and went to the gym! lol. At 5am in the morning! Those that know me should find this highly unusual. One, because I just don't go in that early, and two, its been about a month since I've been down there (yes, I'm a bad girl). But it felt good. I miss that nice sweat you get when you bust your ass on the elliptical. So, I did 15 minutes on the elliptical and 30 on the treadmill. I had also forgotten hom much I enjoy the bird's eye view of the guys lifting weights below (my gym has their treadmills on a balcony). I felt slightly guilty for goggling these guys, but they are entertaining to watch. Not to mention that there is just something about a well defined arm doing a well executed bicep curl that makes me smile. :-D

When I got home, I heard my cell beeping. From the type of beep, I knew it was a calendar reminder. I completely forgot that I have to go in to work today for computer training at 9AM! ARGH! Darnit, this is going to be interesting. I can't decide if I just want to crash and try to get in a nap before or if I should just stay up. hmmm... I think a nap would be best.

Sweet dreams....

My day...

was a rather uneventful day. I worked long overnight shifts (12-14 hours) since Thursday. Getting home this morning at 7:45 was such a relief. I fed the creatures, changed into my pjs, and collapsed on the couch. Now, admittedly, my job is not tough. There are stressful moments though, and sitting for that long is a little wearying. I watched a little tv and ended up falling asleep watching The Muppet Movie (yeah, I'm a kid at heart). Amazingly enough, I was dead to the world until 3. I think I was concious for about an hour and then passed out again. When I woke up at 6, I felt kind of guilty. Who really sleeps all day? I couldn't do that, so I got up and got dressed.

Hopefully this will be a memory starting in December. My schedule is changing (yay!), but because of the nature of my job, I still won't be working days. Someday soon....

He's sooooo tuna!

Ok, I admit it, I use things like thesaurus.com. The other day, I was trying to find a new and unusual alternative to "handsome". What do I run across but the word "tuna". Now really, does that make any sense? lol. I ran it through dictionary.com thinking maybe I was just missing something but all I came up with was definitions for the fish. Somehow I get the feeling if I were to go up to a guy in a bar and tell him he was really "tuna", I wouldn't have much chance for a date.

Just not feeling it.

I've been trying to think of an entertaining blog post for the last few days and have had no creative flashes. I had one at work the other day, but it ran away from me, darnit. Yes, I know, creativity is not to be forced- it is a bitter mistress (well aren't most women?).

I enjoy putting creative bits up here though. I enjoy thinking that somone will read them and smile, maybe laugh, or finally realize that I am completely out of my mind (hey, someone has to find out sooner or later!). Its my way of grabbing a little attention for myself, like the pictures I have posted in my [personals] profile. Its a way of saying "pay attention to me me dammit, I'm lonely". Well, I'm not really lonely, but you get the point.

For those loyal few who check me out every day (I know there are a few of you), I hope this pleases you. I'm off to take a shower and go to Target.

Is it wrong...

to applaud when a co-worker gets fired? I couldn't help myself. I had a small private celebration when I heard one particuarly difficult co-worker would no longer be depressing us with her presence. I try to be tolerant of different personalities, quirks, and idiosyncracies. But ya know, there are just some you would rather push of the roof than deal with every day. With her leaving, more hours came available and I'm sitting pretty for next paycheck.

Woo hoo, time for some thong shopping!

{previously posted 11-15-06}

Edmund, the peeping Tom.

Edmund is a spider that lives in my bathroom. He showed up last week, I think he's just in from France. I don't know what kind of spider he is, being that I am not an arachnologist, just the creepy, 8-legged, freak-me-out kind. Hes about a half an inch across or so, but they say size doesn't matter.

Now being the somewhat superstitious type, I do not kill spiders under most circumstances, for fear it will bring bad luck. I mean, really, spiders are good for the environment, eating pests and such. But how many pests can be in the place where I brush my teeth every day? Is this some odd, arachnid commentary on my personal hygiene? Anyway. I was standing in my shower that morning, naked of course, paying heed to my backside with the scrubby and I look up. There he was, staring at me with those beady, multi-faceted eyes (I knew he was looking at me because he was leering). Of course, my initial reaction was to give him a good soaking with the shower head and send him to a watery grave, but other than giving me some very inappropriate looks, he was harming nothing. As long as he stayed in that nook near the ceiling, we would get along just fine. He was informed of just that and seemed to agree.

The next time I got in the shower, there he was again, and this time, one of his friends was on the side of the tub. Much smaller, I think his name was Squiggy. All right, I thought, he's bringing in the guests. I covered Squiggy gingerly with the shower curtain and went about my business. As I turned to take up the razor, there was Edmund half way down the wall, staring again. He was about a foot from my head- too close for comfort. I threatened him with a stream of water and he skittered back up the wall. "Edmund", I said, "you just stay up there and we will get along fine. I hate spiders but I'm a reasonable woman.". There he sat for the rest of the show.

Now, every morning, I greet him and ask him how his kids are doing (they don't write him or visit very often). He smokes his strange French cigarettes, adjusts his beret in the most becoming manner, and states that he his here for only a short while. "In the meantime", he asked "bring me a few flies, would you?"

{previouisly posted 11-14-06}

A cold and rainy morning...

...can be very dampening on the spirits when you are inside, looking out the window. It looks dreary and miserable and just... depressing. But when I walked out onto the patio this morning to feed the always ravenous wild birds, it seemed anything but. There was a freshness to the air that only a rain can bring about. Crisp and clean, despite living in the city. With a hint of mischeviousness, though I'm not sure what its up to. Will it snow? No, the sky doesn't have that "about to dump 4 feet of snow on your unsuspecting head" look to it. Will it continue to rain and then freeze, turning everything it touches to slippery glass? Alas, I do not know. I took one final lungful of that invigorating stuff and went back in. Looking out, I once again see the drear.

What a difference a pane of glass makes.

{previously posted 11-13-06}

Oops, I did it again...

Slept until noon. Ok, til 11:30, but I have an excuse and had much better company this time around. It goes like this...

I hadn't planned on going out last night. We had met once before and I was interested in meeting again. Hes very quiet, not usually my type, but I can sense there is so much more underneath that stoic exterior. Anyway. He and I got to chatting and he invited me out to a party that he was going to with some friends at the local bar. I'm not usually one for the bar, but I was eager to see him again. When I saw him there, he was as handsome as I remember. We had drinks and quite a few laughs with his friends. After bar closed, we went to his place and well, I won't divulge every detail, but lets say I'm quite satisfied. Something about strong hands on my hips when I'm on top that just make me all... goo goo. Yum! I've not been this giddy in a long time. lol. Looking forward to the next time...

{previously posted on 11-12-06}

I slept until noon...

like I do sometimes. I was up until 2am perusing personals, checking my email, and just plain losing my mind. Something happens to me really early in the morning that just makes me nutty. This could be a bad thing, considering that I work third shift once or twice a week! But anyway. I went to bed at about 2:30 after watching MASH, yet again. When I woke up, I was confused- I'm not used to sleeping for this long. During the week, I'm lucky if I can get in 4 hours of zzz's. How strange the body works. Though, my Circadian rhythm is so screwed up right now b/c of work, I think it said "screw this, lady, I'm leaving". *sigh*

I have much to do today. Have to go out to my sisters to get the carpet cleaner as the carpet in the living room attracts dirt like a nekkid blonde attracts men on a street corner. Also have to run to wal-mart for some cereal- I'm starving! Well all evidence to the contrary, but I am rather famished.

Off into the crazy world, out and about, I do my deeds. Will I come home victiorious? .... probably, and then I'll be bored. hehehehe.

{previously posted on 11-11-06}

I wanna be like Mike...

Well no, not really, but it seemd a fitting sentiment. I was inspired to start my own blog by a captivating woman I have met here on [a different site]. Her humor and intelligence have nudged the Cather in me and want to take another stab at this. Also, another one of my wonderful friends has encouraged me to write after I typed this as an answer to "if you could be any crayon, what color would you be?" Blue and slightly melted into the carpet. Creative nuggets like this occasionally slip out of my coiled, confused, and twisted brain and lay themselves upon the auditory nerve of any who will listen. Sadly, I feel it does not happen often enough, only when I'm alone. Kind of like the answer to the eternal question "If a lone tree makes a joke in the woods, is it funny?".

So. I am here to amuse, entertain, rant, pontificate, obfuscate, and just plain discombobulate those lucky few than run across this literary amalgamated thing of malaproprious indecency.

{previously posted on 11-10-06}