So, on the way into church last Sunday we saw this in the church parking lot. It’s not really much of a hill, so either their brakes are bad, or there’s another explanation. Any ideas?
They can't all be winners.
Stumped
As I’m writing this, Lloyd is still at evening choir practice and I am stumped for an idea, so forgive me if I ramble. It was a busy day and I had to go to Wal*Mart after work, then it was time to cook and eat food and go blank for a while.
One of my favorite personality traits, which is also one of my worst, is that I only think of things when I’m in relevant surroundings. I think about work stuff at work, and when I’m at home it’s as if my brain doesn’t recognize that I even have a job. “There’s no world outside these walls, silly Lauren, just eat some more cookies.” Good ol’ compartmentalized brain.
It usually doesn’t interfere too much, but there are weeks when everyday at work I’ll think, “I really should buy such-and-such in Lincoln on Saturday so I can get that project done.” When the weekend arrives and I drive in without a list, I have no idea what could have been so urgent.
It’s also not so great when I’m in a situation like this morning when I arrived at work and realized that I had left all relevant Mother’s-Day-project-related-stuff sitting on the dining room table. It was a furious drive home, and I had to pep myself up so I wouldn’t fall under the house’s spell when I darted in to get my bag.
Updates
Lloyd put some new software on my computer and my photos are currently inaccessible. It will take over an hour to change over to the new version, and Little Miss Sleepy Eyes doesn’t have that kind of time. So, let’s try an all-text post. That won’t be uncomfortable for me at all. Not. at. all.
Regarding falling on the laptop: It is fine, as am I. Many thanks for your concern.
The Male Brain book? Fascinating. I’ve read through it once and will have to read it again more carefully. It talks about how hormones change how brains operates, and the part that has helped me the most at school is understanding that little boys suffer from “must move or I will die” programming. They have the need to 1) watch something move; 2) make something move; or 3) move.
I like the Wi-Fi card. It’s magical that I take photos and within seconds, they are on my computer.
Not much else is up. Lloyd, do you have anything to say?
Lloyd: “Sorry about the photos. Next time don’t leave me at home alone for President’s Day.”
Sorry, people.
My microwave was busy.
Act 1
Scene: A humble dining room, rather cluttered. A husband and wife are sitting, each at their own computers. It is mid-evening. They have recently eaten dinner – meatloaf with a failed noodle side dish.
Wife: I have nothing to post about. Nothing.
Husband: What about that one picture you took?
Wife: That’s a headline, not a story.
Husband: They can’t all be winners. (goes back to ignoring her)
End scene
Oh, Canada
A while back we went to a trivia night fundraiser for our school’s PTL. It was pretty fun, despite the fact that you have to know stuff. We’ve only done this twice, but I know now to enter into the evening prepared to be the dumbest one in the room. There were no questions about stuff I know, like…….. um……. how to sit on a stool in front of a computer for long stretches of time.
There are 10 categories, and the one that our table scored surprisingly high on was about Canada. It had a question about RUSH and Bob and Doug McKenzie!
Today I was sitting around – on my stool – and thought, “What if I learned the Canadian territories? I learned the countries in Asia, didn’t I?” (I have since forgotten nearly all of them.)
I came across a good mnemonic for them – the ones across the bottom go: Bill And Sally Make One Quart of Nothing. The ones across the top go You’re Not Naked. The little ‘maritimes’ are hit and miss. Prince Edward Island, New Brunswick and the other one.
So, take this quiz! I bet I’ll find Quart before you will!
Play-by-play Saturday morning.
I fell asleep on the sofa at 7:45 p.m., and now I am writing this really boring post at 8:20 a.m., five minutes after I have woken up. I’ll be publishing it now, but adding some more as I become more awake. Stay tuned.
8:25 – ok, coffee is perking. Yes, people – 12+ hours of sleep!! I feel like I just slept a marathon! It was pretty funny waking up at 3 and thinking, “I could get up now. This is more sleep than I usually get.” Now I need to put a picture on this thing.
There. Now there’s a photo. I’m not done yet, though.
8:31: I was really tired yesterday, so I asked Lloyd if we could get Chinese food for dinner, and I promptly put on my pajamas. After eating, I could barely keep my eyes open, so I propped up with pillows and zonked out. At some point I went up to bed.
My dreams were crazy, with action-movie-type surroundings, but I was always either asleep or lying down in the dream. I think I was pretty tired. It’s tough to run away from the military helicopter when you’re lying under a kitchen bench. They are going to find you.
Coffee’s done – I need to get a cup.
8:44: Ok, we’re back. Lloyd got up at 7, and I would have, too, except now I know a secret. A couple of weeks ago he got up early, so I got up early. Much, much later in the day I asked why he got ready so early and he answered, “I was going to get you donuts, but you woke up.” I berated him and told him in no uncertain terms that he should never, never, never resist the urge to buy donuts.
So, when I heard him get up, I buried myself under my pillow for the next hour or so. In that dream I was a little kid and our dad (Lloyd) had just bought us a soda gun and I was sitting on the kitchen floor with my dumb little sisters trying to convince them to drink some Pepsi so we could wake up.
8:47: Now there’s a photo of donuts. I’d like to show you all the donut holes, but they appear to be gone. Our local bakery started doing a genius thing – they bag up donut holes by the dozen, so you just order them by the bag! They used to be out on a tray and they’d count them out by each order, but now it’s easy-peasy to get them. Of course, it does make it more difficult to just order 7.
Did I ever tell you I worked in a donut shop? With Brad? That’s another post for another day.
I think I’m done now. Enjoy your Saturday. What are you going to do, and when did you wake up?