Alarm clocks must ring, that is a given.
Why then, must I always awaken just before the damn thing rings?
'Cause I am stupids, li' dat.
The alarm clock on my side of the bed now deemed un-sleepable by her royal highness the unsinkable Lady C, is the first new one I have gotten in a number of years.
It was on sale at the evil domain of Costco, so I bagged it. It has a real user-friendly face, glowing dials of orange & red. My old one woke me just fine. (just like my bed sleeps my sorry ass just fine as well) But I bought it anyway. I still wake up 3 or 4 minutes before the damn thing goes off. It is virtually useless to try to go back to sleep; I am awake already. No matter when I go to sleep, I always do this; wake before the damn alarm. My mind hates me. REM sleep for me means -
Ready?
Engage...
Mark!
Or something like it.
SO many days of work, and so many assignments (emphasis on ass), that the respite of my unbeliveably cool, suave, and generally boffo Uncle Gil coming in for he and Aunt Sharon for their 20th anniversary was a mere flash in the pan. (if anyone remembers the group of that same phrase, you rock) - Only could do a few minor regal showings for him, but he is a winner of all winners.
Todays adventure w/ the Lady C driving me a mere 15 degrees of insanity away from total harmonious breakdown involved -
Going to a Mall and assisting a Hypertensive lady passing out from heat, and dehydration, calling 911, the firecom, and being there when the crews arrived...wait, I am off-duty. I am just glad she didnt drop dead and CPR woulda been needed.
Buying a bath tub for Grand Keiki KJ.
Discussing said bath tub.
(its a friggin' bath tub, damn it!)
Going to Walmart.
Dear god, why?
Going to Sam's Club.
Dear god, what did I do???
Going to Best Buy.
*all the planning, writing and sound effects couldnt do justice to the time here. lets just say...
Dear god, what the heck did I do wrong to be put in this living hell??
All this after taking the Maimai to skool
finding a lost Homework, driving it back to the skool and coming home, making a surf check, (hey! got small kine! I can go before work!!)
(insert EVIL womanly laugh here)
Only to find the above events scheduled for my demise.
Hey, at least I am on duty tomorrow, and away from the clutches of the Leader of my Crucifixion....
Of course, I kid...I kid.
Aloha.
How many hours ar really in a day?
3 comments:
Never enough for those lists that I never get to the bottom of!
My Mom loves to tell the story (now that her Dad is no longer here) of calling him AT WORK in the early 40's because she "forgot" her French Horn and needed it for band class. The truth was that she didn't like carrying it up the four flights of steps to the school.
Grandpa delivered, too!
alan
Alan, haaaa, Grampa was easy, heeeeee, but I'll bet he was a good easy one.
Just like Mark here.
Mark you are so good natured, my man would have begged off, or found something in the yard that just HAD to be done.
This Christmas I called my daughter and asked her what she was doing, she said, "Shopping in hell, and you?"
That's why I shop on the net a lot. Now if I could just get groceries via the net....
Have a good one, Lord knows you deserve it.
We have the same disease, but I actually like it. I hate the sound of the alarm. I like the soft glow of the blue numbers three minutes before the damn thing goes BRRRRRANKBRRRRANKBBBBRANK!!!!
Internal alarm is a good thing.
No matter when I go to bed, no matter when I have to get up, my internal clock nudges me awake in time to intercept the most unpleasant noise in the world: BRRRRRANKBRRRRANKBBBBRANK!!!!
Sweet dreams, blog buddy. & smoochie the big paddle-feets of the future surfer KJ for me.
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