Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Hmmmmm.

I have always said I wanted a moat. Mostly because I thought it would be cool to have a moat around my house. And, of course, so I could have a moat monster in it. Or at the very least, so I could swim laps and not have to think about learning that turn-around-flippy-movement swimmers do when they reach the end of the pool. But mostly? The moat monster.
Our yard is not really big enough for a project like that anyway. In fact, I think it might even violate some by-laws or something. Which has always disappointed me, I'll have you know. No moat, no evil forest, no chickens. Dang city won't let me have ANYTHING good. Heck, after 12 years I am finally allowed to have a compost bin. Baby steps, people. Baby steps.
Why am I even thinking about this right now? Because I think we have a monster under our porch. On TV and in cartoons and stuff, whenever they want to express the sentiment "A monster lives here" they always show a darkened hole, or cave, or opening and just in front of it? A pile of bones.
There is a big crack between the sidewalk and the porch.
See that thing there? Let's look a little closer.
That there is a bone. The bone is next to the crack, and there is a little pile of gravel next to the bone. I have no idea where the gravel came from. There is DIRT in the crack, not gravel. Perhaps it was dragged from the depths of hell out of which the monster erupted to grab it's hapless victim, leaving nothing but a single bone in it's wake. Stripped of flesh and flung aside to serve as a warning to others that follow.
Or a stray cat got into somebody's garbage and found the edge of the porch a nice quiet place to savor it's catch.
Whatever. I prefer the monster theory. As for the city? I wonder how much it costs for a monster license.....

Monday, August 11, 2008

Too tired to go to bed

I am so exhausted, that I don't have the energy to get up and go to bed. I keep thinking about how I have to do the "routine" and I just don't feel up to it. I have to put the dog out, take my pills, prepare veggies for Sparkle and deliver said veggies to said rodent. Delivery always includes taking her out for a cuddle and kissing her good-night. Yes - I kiss the hamster. Then I have to bundle DD into bed and remake it around her because she manages to totally wreck the covers when she gets into it every single time. Give her a kiss and a hug good-nite which usually includes being called back several times for "one more kiss" and "I forgot to tell you". Then I have to let the dog in, brush my teeth, go pee (don't forget to wash the hands), set my alarms, get Ruby situated in the bed with Dingleman, turn off the light, get undressed, and climb into bed. Doesn't that just sound EXHAUSTING? Today work was even busier than normal for a Monday, and Monday's are very busy. Then right afterwords I had a bit of a drive to get DD from her Rock Camp. We had to eat dinner and go shopping for her "Rock outfit" she will wear for her finale. Since they will have photo shoots and things all week, she has to have it by tomorrow. We "shopped till we dropped" as she put it. By the time we got home I was ready to collapse. Well, I think maybe I can muster up enough energy to go to bed. Wish me luck. Tee hee!