Strange, Stranger, Strangest

Today, much like yesterday, I can predict is going to be semi-non-productive.

Last time I went to bed around 1-2am, which is a fairly decent time for me.

Lately I have been having these strange dreams of memories of my childhood. I don’t know if I should be thankful they’re not nightmares, or be afraid. Don’t they say that your life flashes before you eyes before you die? You know that I can’t do anything the conventional way, so maybe it’s just taking its time for the “flash”! I’m not really concerned because I am going to live to b a healthy 175 anyways! That’s my goal, and I’m gonna make it, one day at a time!

So about 7am my phone starts ringing. I , assuming it is work, roll over, do the usual grab and miss you do when you’re still half asleep, open one eye and notice its not work.

OK, I have to go off on a side note here. Is it just me, or has all sense of home training left the world? When I was growing up, you didn’t DARE call anyone, even a FRIEND before 9:30am. This was just proper etiquette. I do admit that there are certain friends that I call at all hours of the night, day, afternoon, whenever, but they work in the same job I do, so the standard rules don’t apply! I remember one time back when I was in middle school my mother yelling at me because I picked up the phone to call my friend on a Saturday morning. “But mom, she’s gonna be up” I remember saying to her. Then she made a point, and lord knows that woman can beat a point to where even a dead horse would get up and be like… “look, I know I’m dead, but to get you to shut up, I will gallop, one more time!” Yet she made a valid point (in every possible way to get it across) it’s not just the person you could be inconveniencing but the entire house. Of course this was back when people actually still used house phones too.

Back to my regularly scheduled blabbling…..

It’s University of Phoenix. I guess somehow they caught wind that I was interested in going back to school.

Interested?

Yes….

At 7am in the morning?

I DON’T THINK SO!! Not when I just went to bed some 5-6 hours before that. I mean I am a morning person, but when I don’t want to be, like today….. I DO NOT WANT TO BE!

Needless to say, they got introduced to my voicemail, quite quickly!

I am online checking out the posted pictures on facebook of the night out with the Asian Mafia Asawas… and while on there (notice how I veer quickly away from that subject) a friend of mine whom I haven’t spoken with in a while is on there.

I ask her if she wants to go get some West Indian food from this place she introduced me to in South Miami.

She agrees.

While on my way, I get lost. Big surprise I know, I sometimes get lost backing out of my driveway. I have no clue what it is about me and directions in the city! However, put me in the middle of the wilderness, and I have no problem, OR, in foreign countries, I have no problem. Who would have guessed.

I eventually find my way to where I’m supposed to be, and we order our food.

2 doubles, some dahl, rice, and 2 Tings.

I was only part there for the food, but mostly to see my friend, she is going through some troubling times, and I hate to see a friend down, so I had to come to the rescue with all of my foolishness!!

I’m able to get here to laugh and joke around like her usual self, so I feel my mission was accomplished!

While I am in the restaurant, I get a text from my mother. “Call Me after your lunch”

I can only imagine…..

So after I get back on the road, I call the crazy wombat.

She has another ‘mystery’ for me to solve.

This morning, she scrubbed out the horse’s water buckets and put fresh water in them. She just went out there to check on them, and see that they didn’t need water… and there was a pork chop bone in one!

I now see where I have inherited the “strange things happen to me” gene. I thought my mom was messing with me, because I always call her when random things happen to me, so I partially thought she was making fun of me. Then I realized she was serious.

We went through pretty much every scenario, and basically boiled it down to it had to have been a hawk flying over that picked it up somewhere, and it just managed to fall into the bucket.

Whatever the real reason… that has to be the oddest thing I have heard happen on my moms farm…. to date at least!

I am now back, relaxing in the coolness of air conditioning (it’s hot as bacon grease in hell outside today).

I believe I will take a nap!

Tomorrow ought to be interesting, I am attending a party of a co-worker…….

Do I smell an adventure?? Oh, I believe I do!!

By the way, I found my glasses!

“There is no insanity so devastating in man’s life as utter sanity” ~ William Allen White (1868-1944)