LiveJournal vs. Blogger

Blogger loses!


I'm now posting on LiveJournal.

Same name.

Warning! Warning labels may be hilarious.

This is obviously a sprinkler head - right?









The visual images that this warning label gives me are all completely hilarious. What did that poor Chinese worker have happen to him that he needed to put that warning on there?

Epiphany #1 for the day.

When I am sleep deprived, I tend to realize things that are otherwise opaque to me.

Epiphany #1 for the day.

• I tend to blog when I am emotionally vulnerable. When I am emotionally stable, there really isn't anything blog worthy going on in my life , and I spend most of my time in that state.

Sleep deprived

I need sleep. If I don't get eight hours of sleep a night, I get...strange. Cranky and easily frustrated, I behave almost exactly like a two-year old that needs a nap. Except I can't nap. Gods, I wish I could nap. Just stretch out, close my eyes, and sleep.

The insomnia started Sunday night. I had an uncomfortable epiphany about how people see me and it really bothered me. I sat up quite late and wrote it all out intending to post. I did post, but took it down again later, when I realized that it was too personal to just leave up. Apparently it went out on the RSS feed, though. Crap. So although I slept on Sunday, it was only for three hours, before I had to get the kids up and off to school.

Monday night I went to bed late again. I was busy playing video games, zoned out and lost track of time. A few short hours after falling asleep, I had a nightmare. Not just any nightmare, but the worst nightmare I've ever had. I found myself sweating, gulping deep breaths of air, shaking, and sobbing for several minutes afterward. I continued to cry for most of that morning. I won't go into detail about the dream, just say that it started out as disturbing, and escalated until culminating in death. As a child I heard that if you die in your dreams, you won't wake up - ever. Apparently, that's not true, but it was one of the more unpleasant experiences I have ever had. My stomach still churns with the overwhelming emotions that dream stirred up.

Tuesday. Game Night. Happy socializing time. Except that I was still shaken from the nightmare, and there were many people conspicuously absent. I did have a good time, but I had uncomfortable moments when I felt I wanted to be back at home, crying. I drank one cup of regular coffee, and switched to decaf for the rest of the night. At least, I thought it was decaf. After Coffee Social began emptying I went and did a bit of grocery shopping. It wasn't until I started to drive home that I realized that I wasn't tired, and my hands were shaking. Normally I'm fighting to stay awake by nine p.m. and have a difficult time not falling asleep on the way home. Crap. I don't think those half-dozen cups were decaf. Either that or I'm too upset to be tired.

So after five hours of tossing and turning, I find myself at the computer, hoping to...heck, I don't know, I'm just rambling. I need sleep. Perhaps tonight will be the night.

Irritating morning.

I am frustrated this morning. I am unable to determine the exact cause of my frustration, only fume about the myriad things that have irritated me this morning. Here they are;

• I found the cleaning rags that I have been unable to find for weeks - not 6 inches away from the spot they should have been stored. I don't know whether I'm more irritated at the person who misplaced them, or myself, for not finding them earlier.
• cereal has been scattered all over the living room - again. I like that my children have learned to feed themselves. The carpet does not need fed. Why do I have to explain this every morning?
  
• someone used aluminum foil to cover a plastic dish containing leftovers in the fridge. That plastic dish has a lid! Foil is expensive! Foil is an inferior covering for food due to it not being airtight! Why would you not spend an extra few seconds finding the CORRECT lid??
  
• the large packages of chicken that were purchased recently got put directly in the freezer - without separating them into smaller packages. Now I have to thaw them out, separate them, and hope that they don't go bad before we can eat all of them.
  
• shoes behind doors. This isn't just one of my pet peeves. This is a safety issue of great importance when you live in something as small and flammable as a trailer. Nothing should obstruct a door from opening fully at any point in time!
  
• this laundry soap does not work. I bought it on sale and not only does it not come cleanly out of the dispensing cup, it leaves my clothes feeling, looking and smelling dirty. (in trying to find a picture or description of the product online - I found none. Just a bunch of generic 'reviews' of the Bright Green line. All worded the same and on various splogs...)
  

Baby ducks!

I got two cute, little balls of duckling fluff for my birthday. I had gone to the feed store with my husband and saw them there all peeping and baby-round. Jason said I could have them and I picked two of them out. With my head all filled with memories of the ducks I had as a child, I drove home with a box-o-ducks. Awww, cuteness!


Now they are more than a month old and look ridiculous. Half feathers and half fuzz, they are easily five times the size they were at first. I had named them Splish and Splash (I'm so original with the naming), but Splash had a seizure last week, so I renamed him Spaz. I had them in a box inside at first, but they outgrew it and now spend their days running around the yard trying to eat everything. At night they go into a cage for protection against varmints.

Rabbits!

Almost a year ago I bought two 8 week old female rabbits from the pet store to have as pets/livestock. I plannned on eventually raising rabbits for meat, but wanted to see how well the raising rabbits experiment went first before getting a male.

My two rabbits, Cinnamon and Freckles did not get along very well. Cinnamon is very shy but Freckles does not behave how I expected a rabbit to at all. Freckles acts like a cat - right down to climbing the furniture, and peeing on your things when she is angry with you. Freckles is also HUGE, she likes being petted, but won't let you pick her up, so I don't know exactly what she weighs, but it's way more than a gallon of milk. She is much bigger than a housecat. Freckles was moved to a cage outside rather quickly (rabbit pee stinks).

Cinnamon is very shy, and although she has the run of the house, I can't help but feel that she might be happier outside in a cage. My kids are a bit too loud and frightening for her. She spends most of the day hiding under the bed. Freckles didn't have that problem and would chase the kids around and play with them, but I can't have an animal that sprays in the house.

We got a male and waited a few months before breeding them. One nerve-wracking false pregnancy later...no bunnies. We tried again...no bunnies. He appeared to be getting the job done in the correct manner, but still...no babies. So I flipped our stud over to make sure that his equipment was undamaged, and he had only one testicle. Ooops. Our stud was a dud.

I figured that we could get him neutered so that he could keep Cinnamon company, but during a cold spell when we brought him inside, he must have had some unsupervised time with the other house rabbit, because 30 days later - BABIES!

I put him back in his cage, and the rabbit next to him found her way into his cage...more babies! We now had a grand total of 20 rabbits. 30 days after the first litter 2 more were born to the house rabbit. She got pregnant the same day she gave birth. Now I know firsthand what is meant by "breeding like rabbits."

Some highlights of the last several months with rabbits;

• Rabbits love to chew, and nothing is safe from them. Wires, furniture, unattended bowls of fruit, straw hats and many more things have been gnawed on in my house

• The day the baby rabbits took over the house. *shudders* It was like having roaches, but cuter. A dozen mobile balls of cuteness - everywhere you looked, there was a fuzzy little bunny blinking up at you. It sounds better than it was.

• Rabbits shed. Rabbit fur flies around in the slightest breeze. It gets everywhere.

Next post....Baby Ducks!