After reading Linda's blog earlier tonight and seeing the video she had posted there -the song "Saturday Night" by the Bay City Rollers, I had commented to her about how she and I must have a whole lot in common -maybe even genetically (LOL) -and I thought about trying to search for a you-tube video with the Saturday Night song that always seemed most fitting to describe my life - "It's Saturday Night and I Ain't Got No Money." I don't even remember now who sang it but needless to say, my overwhelming need for sleep along couple with my lazy factor gene all came together and I slept most of the early evening hours away. (It's just as well though as I never would have stood a chance at doing the research on the internet anyway since first Mandy, then Bill were hogging the computer. Bill finally relinquished it about 1:30 a.m. and I commandeered it after that to finish reading my favorite blogs, those on my reader, etc., etc.)So, here I am now at almost 4:30 a.m. and writing this little piece.
So, did I get any of the things accomplished yesterday that I had mentioned? Well, I survived the day so that takes care of one of those things on my list. Maya finally settled down and was fairly well behaved from about 11:30 a.m. through until her Mommy got home from work. Kurtis was very well-behaved although by the time he finished supper last night, he was definitely in dire -really dire -need of a good bath to erase all the markings all over his face of every food substance he'd encountered I think. (And we ate an easy supper last night -bacon and pancakes -but evidently little bits of syrup, strategically placed on one's face also seem to pick up any dirt/dust thingies floating in the air and they all congeal there too then. He looked like the proverbial orphan or the dustball character in Peanuts -name eludes me at the moment.)
I DID finish the Jodi Picoult book I was reading too. While I liked this one - "Change of Heart" a lot (I LOVE Jodi Picoult's books), as I told Mandy at supper tonight (she's also a huge Jodi Picoult fan too,) while this book was very good, had a couple characters in it from another of her earlier books too, it doesn't have any place -or often two -within the story that takes and twists your head and mind, almost 360 degrees. Except maybe for the very last paragraphs in the books.
I also managed to crochet one -yes ONE -whole row on the baby blanket before I could feel my eyes beginning to cross on me, my shoulders pinching, starting to clue me in to the fact I was tired, needed a nap and that too, I succeeded in doing.
So while I was reading through numerous blogs from my reader after I woke up about 1 a.m. (got about 5 hours of naptime there folks!) about three quarter of the way through my reading, I got this feeling that I needed something. Maybe some snack, or something to appease my taste buds in some way or another and what did I decide on indulging in?
A "Black Russian."
Why, I really don't know but I was thirsty but didn't want to make a pot of coffee at 3 a.m. I wasn't truly hungry, just sort of iffy about that and all of a sudden it dawned on me that I have the fixings here to make myself a lovely little old Black Russian to relax my mind, eyes, body just a bit more so I can go back to sleep and maybe get enough to be rested adequately to get up about 7:30 and get showered and dressed and go to church.
So here I sit now at this lovely early morning hour, sipping gently on a Black Russian which for some reason or other, doesn't taste quite as good as they usually do to me though. Haven't had on since Christmas so maybe I had forgotten the bitey taste with sweet overtones but while it's enjoyable enough, it's not got the zing to it or not bringing any "zing" maybe to me with those sips.
It is however starting to work to give me ideas that sleep would be a darned good thing to indulge in now too - again!
Oh, and for anyone who may have tried to use the link I put in my post yesterday to the Autism Walk/Race site my kids and I are participating in this coming Saturday - the 12th of April - and found it not working yesterday, I'm happy to report it is up and running again. Here's that link again -just remember our team name is "WE ARE for Kurt and Maya" and can be found near the bottom on page two if you search for us under the header at the bottom of the home page there -"Search for a team." Please stop by and see how well or team has done -thanks to much support from many of my blogger buddies -and if you are interested in supporting us, just click in there to the "support this team" area and it will take you through the donation procedure easy as pie.
http://events.autismspeaks.org/site/c.jvKSL7MTIwG/b.3884743/
And now, I think I shall make my way over the sofa -my lovely bed these days - and crash again. But before I do that, I just remembered a cute little story about Maya that I will throw in here too.
While I was in the kitchen cooking the bacon, she was out there with me -roaming around, jabbering and asking me questions about what I was doing -"Cooking bacon, Maya." And that question came back to me again and again too. Then I noticed she had picked up the white cordless kitchen phone and was "talking" on it. Now, as a general rule, Maya -unlike her mother - is not yet anyway addicted to telephone conversations. But there she was, chatting away. No, she hadn't called anyone, but she was talking -and walking while doing that -very nicely in her imaginary conversation with someone. It was too comical to watch her as her movements were a replication of moves her mother makes while on the phone. Even down to imitating some of Mandy's words she uses frequently in a phone conversation. The one that really cracked me up though was seeing Maya pacing back and forth, chatting, then stopping with a hand on her hip and saying "REALLY? Really." She had the voice inflection of her Mom absolutely down pat on that one and I was trying my very best not to howl laughing at her while she was having her little chat.
Kids do really do and say the darndest things for sure ya know!
