I’m really, REALLY, going to.

“This is going on the blog.” <—- Stated at least once a day.

Does the story ever make it online? Not usually. I know there was something phenomenal recently that I wanted to write about, and that is a feeling that I have on a regular basis.

No idea what it was. I can never remember.

I am getting better at remembering though. I’ve started leaving little notes on my phone. Now all I have to worry about are people seeing those notes…

(Most of these are work inspired…)

1. Landmines-dog poop buried in the yard
2. Going home at 1:30am in his boxers
3. Old lady dildos
4. losing the spider
5. Spring Chicken making $3 off $100 check

Sometimes, so much time passes that I don’t even know what my reminders mean anymore.

1. Poetry guy walks out with handful of lemons
2. Stupidity cost you gratuity
3. Self-seaters
4. You’re not funny
5. foreigners

Trash Piles.

While dodging the creepy train game, a short trip to my local 24hr convenience/deli store type-thing was made. Entering through the door, I made a bee-line right for the drinks, as per my routine in such a place. Reaching the destined beverage-door, Devaw suddenly stopped and said, “Oh, wait. I got this for you.”

I turned around and found him holding out a slightly bent postcard. ”It was on a trash pile.”

(pic pending)

His last sentence caught me off guard, so I ended up bent over in laughter. Hands on my knees, I just shook my head and hid my face from him. I guess that was amusing enough to him, because he started laughing too (probably more nervously though). Realistically, I figured it didn’t actually come out of the trash. So his choice of words were what had me so hysterical.

It was on a ‘left over’ table of sorts at the flea-market. Stuff no one was able to sell (and unwilling to carry around till next time). He had simply forgotten to give it to me, until we were in the middle of the store… At 1:30am…

Late night trains.

Ever since my nephew was born, there have been little odds and ends sitting around my house. My brother’s first hat, baby games given to us by family friends, pictures of my brother and me when we were babies, old snow clothes. Typical behavior, I suppose.  The most recent things I have noticed are these little board games…. Thicker wooden slabs with a (themed) sticker over the top. Certain pictures from that sticker have been cut out, little airplanes or cars. The point of the game is to match each piece to the correct slot, kind of like ‘Baby’s First Puzzle’.

One of these boards is train themed, with a little speaker in the corner. I’m not sure how it’s triggered on a normal day, but apparently, in the middle of the night, simply walking past allows it to emit a low train whistle.

Just so happens that Devaw and I were headed out the front door at 1am. After having been sick all weekend (roughly three days), I was feeling well enough to actually crave some solid food. Since my mother sleeps like a normal person, quiet was the new game.

On the return with food, Devaw eyed the train puzzle with caution as he walked past. I made fun of him. Then the thing made it’s next noise at me, mid mocking-sentence.

Landmines.

There has been this new boy floating around…. Well. There were two or three really, an odd assortment of texting buddies and random dates. For reasons I can’t explain, this newest one just sort of stole the spot light. He entered center stage and doesn’t seem interested in ever leaving. So my mornings for the past week or so have been spent getting breakfast with him.

One such morning we were standing around in my driveway, so I thought I’d be nice and bring my dog outside.

My dog was so excited to be in a part of the yard she’d never seen before. Maybe too excited, as suddenly she was doing her business in the driveway. Not wanting either one of us to step in it, I quickly started kicking dirt over the offensive pile. Devaw just laughed at me. “What are you, a cat?” I just laughed along with him. Then, as an after thought, “In the army, that’s called a landmine.”

Out with the new, in with the old.

As usual, the end of January brings many things with it. Cold weather, abandoned resolutions…

That time at the movies…

The only thing better than making yourself look dumb, is when an entire crowd in the movie theater does it too.

An end for the next beginning.

Everyone else is writing about the holiday… I WANT TO BE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!

Like you are peeing…

I wish life was more like my dreams… Then I’d really have something to write about. My brain does weird things when I’m sleeping…

Spidercat.

One of my cats always brings me the best things… And by best, I mean absolutely horrid.

Wishing for the outrageous.

There are times when I notice how boring my life is, and I suddenly wish for things that no sane person should actually wish for.