Everything is blurry, come on, focus. Blink. Blink again. Why can’t I see clearly? Wait. This room and contents are unfamiliar. Where am I?


Why can’t I recall last night or any night? It’s like the memories are there, but so far away that I can’t access them. Okay, time to get out of bed and figure this out. I can do this. Just roll to the side and grab the edge. Why do I have to make such a conscious effort to do things that are simple?


My heart beat is quickening, wow…I can feel it pounding in my chest…something is wrong. Very wrong. Okay, calm that panic welling from somewhere deep within, stand up! Whoa…don’t let go, need to hold something so I don’t fall down. I’m swaying back-n-forth if I let go. What is going on?


Door. Two steps…lean against the wall, I got this.

Door is ajar, thank God! Need to walk out..but walking is just impossible. My legs aren’t working because I’m stumbling. It’s like they belong to someone else.


JUST MOVE!  Okay, I’m inching along.  Oh, the world is tilting around me and zooming out and in.  It’s making me dizzy. Close your eyes!  Ouch! Okay, I’ve fallen on my knees on hard ground.  Stop thinking about how much it hurts.  oh, it really does – did I break something?


Remember details.  Is that cobblestone? Everything is distorted, like Alice in Wonderland. I’m in an outdoor hallway. No, is this an Alley way? The end of the tunnel looks so far away, is it really that far? Can I get there before danger gets me?


Start Crawling.


Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge / week 12-7 Portal / 321 word count


Sleeping on a marble

I haven’t been sleeping well.

I figure since I’m in my late 40’s, my HOT / COLD, HOT / COLD – throw the covers off, huddle back in… phase is due to me getting close to the woman’s “change.”

However, I don’t think that’s all the case, because I’m still on the young side for that.  I think our new home’s heating vents are poorly placed.  And with colder weather, we try to keep our temp around 67, while sleeping…so when the kids get up to shower for school, it isn’t too freezing in the bathrooms / bedrooms.

However, this means…with the recent colder nights, the heater constantly pops on during the evening, and being upstairs, and wrapped in blankets…it can feel warmer than 67.  Now…add in the way the builder designed our master bedroom, where the bed was really meant to only go against this one wall, that has strategically placed electrical outlets for lamps on nightstands.  So our bed went there…except the vent is directly above my face.  Even trying to manipulate the vent, I still get too hot!  And we are in the high desert…it’s BONE DRY…so the cold air / and then heat…I wake often with dry throat/nose, and drink tons of water…which results in frequent bathroom visits and saline nose sprays.

So…I end up flopping around the entire night…not to mention, I injured my left shoulder.  (that’s a story for another post) and it hurts to move it a certain way, so that makes turning over in bed, well, quite bouncy and with much effort that it wakes my hubby.

Recently, in the loft area, we bought this pretty cool “futon like” mini couch.  It’s faux “hard” leather, and easy to pop down the back.  It’s fits my height perfectly.  So, around 1 AM last night, I attempted to sleep on that.  Wait here’s some pics – this thing is pretty awesome.  Only $120 something at Walmart!

…Yes, no air vent was directly in my face, but the loft vent is a HUGE square, and has a filter…but the filter is too small for the cavity.  So you hear the heat turning on, and then a loud, WHOOOSH of air flow, that lifts the air filter and when it turns off, there’s a huge FLAP noise of the air filter settling back down.  I figured I was tired enough, 2 weeks of no true sleep, that I could ignore it.

Except, I just couldn’t get comfortable on this futon.  It’s firm, and nice…and I didn’t recall it having a hard middle, where it folds.  In fact, it’s soft…this furniture is quite perfect for our needs. Yet…something was not working.

Well…mystery solved…Just a moment ago, I discovered, the hard item was a marble in the middle, that my hip was laying on.  I was going through some kids’ items on that couch earlier in the day and didn’t realize one lone marble was with all the stationery items that I was organizing.  When I tossed all things on the floor, in the middle of the night, I had missed that.

Hmmm.  I’m so tired.  Where’s my coffee.

Reasonable Christmas Request


We either need a coffee pot/brewer on the 2nd floor, a satellite coffee station…
or Rosie, the Jetson’s robot, to serve us coffee when we are upstairs. 

One Liner Wednesday “Best Friend advice” / host: Linda Hill

I’ve been giving that some thought, and seriously we could store her in the closet under the stairs and access her via remote control! (of course, we’d probably end up not finding the remote, and accusing the other of misplacing the clicker.)  BUT…why isn’t this the latest buying rage for the holidays?

Since our recent move into our new 2 story home, in a weather inclement area, we find ourselves spending the winter upstairs and working in the loft/bedroom, where it’s warmer with sun beams shining through windows…and I suspect the summer will be spent in the cooler, downstairs portion, that doesn’t receive direct sunlight and somewhat shadowy.

The cold and dark living room / kitchen makes going downstairs to get coffee a drag.  Not to mention…we’re kinda lazy.  I don’t want to have to ‘work’ to get my coffee by going up-down-stairs for my few cups.  (Yes, few…hello, it’s cold and my knees don’t like the sharp decline/incline – they be creakin’ these days)

Me OW!

This learning to drive thing doesn’t seem so difficult. One sits in the seat behind the “spinny-thingy”, okay, I gave that a tap. Not very interesting, moving on – Oh, wait a minute. Now we insert sparkly, jingle-jangy thingys into that hole. You got my attention now, and I so desperately want to give those a smack too, making them wind chime some more, and… WHAT’S THIS? … the sun creates bouncing reflections on the surrounding parts of the car! Don’t worry, Driver person… I can get ’em! A scamper and a pounce outta do it, and I’ll capture those wild moving things! I almost got it, driver person! Wait, it moved it again…

…oh, wait, hold on… what’s that swinging thingy from the rear view mirror? And who is that handsome devil staring at me? MeOWwww. (purrrr) This driving activity is FUN!

142 words / FFaw Dec. 5th / hosted by:  Joy

Manic Monday #10 Challenge – Things that Make you go Hmmm

For those that enjoy challenges, and if you like music… you might have some fun with this.  It’s called Manic Monday.  Welcome to the 10th installment!

Each week, I’ll present a new song title, and you come up with a post using it by next Sunday. Ping back to this post, so others can read!  Often times, I release the title the weekend prior so you have plenty of time!

If you are not a WordPress user, provide link to your post in comments.

It can be fiction/non-fiction, poetry, subject can be dark, serious or humorous – however many characters you want- just have fun with it!  It doesn’t have to pertain to the song, whatsoever. (click here for past song titles)

The rules are…there are no Rules!  (except using the title of the song part)

We are now working our way through the Alphabet of artists/bands. We’re on letter C, and it reminded me of the C+C Music Factory. This song “Things that make you go Hmmm,”  was greatly played on the radio during my young adult days, and the music video was fun.  It still makes me laugh, and I love the design of it,  the people + drawings, like chalk.  It was released in 1991, and and got its idea from the Arsenial Hall show, one of his regular skits!  Who remembers that late night show?  I enjoyed it on occasion.  More info on


Use that song title anywhere in your blog post, ping back this post! (visit others that posted, if you want) If you need more inspiration, you can Click here for lyrics

P.S.  Give me a few minutes to approve your PING to avoid spam.  Only comment with a link to your post (if not wordpress user) – minimizing comments ensures we can easily see all the posts.

Toss some Salt around…

Early morning, 5:30ish, I quietly went downstairs to start Thanksgiving morning. Since we had two tables, we needed 2 sets of Salt-n-Pepper shakers.  Went to fill up the decorative salt and pepper shakers for the first time ever…tilted one over, took the plug out and began to pour salt.

Immediately, I felt salt pouring in my hand that was holding the shaker…and assumed I was missing the hole (It was early) I stopped … only to realize, I was not missing, it was simply falling out the other end, because I was holding the shaker upside down. (Ugh!)

Although we don’t care for Turkey, my husband cooked a great bird.  It was moist and tasty due to cooking inside plastic bag, poking holes in bag and basting with a pad of butter.   Unfortunately, since we had no stuffing inside, the bird cooked a little faster and was done an hour sooner than planned.

The in-laws arrived right on time with the stuffing and variety of items (that we already had), to which my husband’s step-mother informed us that her daughter was always late.  (and a tip, to tell her to come 1/2 hour sooner to any event) – Eventually, She and her new boyfriend showed up about 45 minutes late…and her guy was carrying a 9X12 dish of pre-cooked TURKEY.  (WTF?)

When I inquired about the mashed potatoes and green beans she was supposed to bring, she said she brought them, but still had to make them.  She acted surprised, like she didn’t know that her boyfriend brought turkey.  Seriously?

Between the step mom and her daughter…they took over the kitchen to do their part of the dinner…except, the sister would “start” something and then leave.  She’d go visit or plop herself on the couch and text.  I kept asking who had placed something in the microwave, because it kept beeping that something was done.

She then yelled from the living room to the kitchen, “Oh, that’s the bacon for the green beans.  MOM.  check to see if it’s done.”

Of course, grandma, with wine in hand, was busy telling my husband what to do.  “I don’t know if your bacon is done.  You check it.  By the way, your instant mashed potatoes are burning.”

To which she yelled back, “Oh, stir those for me, MOM.”

Then she’d come back in the kitchen…I ended up leaving and finding a quiet corner of the living room, as my hubby was trying to carve the turkey, the other two began bickering.  Then they kept telling my husband, put everything in the oven to stay warm, while he carved.  The step-sister would walk out…and then come back in…finally to address the damn beeping microwave that had been going off for 30 minutes that contained bacon bits for the green beans.

“Where’s the green beans?  Where are the green beans?”

My husband calmly stated they were In the oven.  When inquired why he did that, “because your mom told me to, to keep them warm.”

She opened the oven door, and peered inside and said, “I can’t find the green beans.”

OMG they are right there.  Meanwhile, because she and her boyfriend are alcoholics, they drink a ton of coffee.  AND I MEAN, our poor coffee pot, I’m surprised still works, because she made like 10 pots that evening.  And one time, she didn’t get the pot on the actual burner and while the coffee was brewing, it was partially getting in the pot, and partially dripping onto the new counter top and down my new cabinets and flooring that is not meant to handle puddles of liquid.  (FUCK)  I had to run in, and try not to over-react, but quickly correct and clean.

After dinner, I eventually disappeared for a bit, while they all played nickel knock with the kids.  I came back to clean-up, and my son, sitting between grandma and auntie said,

“Why are you guys talking so loudly?  You’re right next to my face and saying LALAALALALA”  (I bust up laughing in the kitchen, because seriously, I’m loud…but holy shit…those two are so damn loud and they were basically yelling in my kids’ face, animated or disagreeing over the game.

There is so much more…like disagreements on flakey buscuits vs. rolls  and where the rolls will be placed.  It took me 2 days to recover.  No lie, it felt like I had a hang-over the following day, but only had 1 glass of wine the entire time.