Note 70: Friday Fill-Ins

So, I found this cool site called Friday Fill-Ins. I've been feeling guilty for not blogging but lately, I have the energy of a snail. A small one. So I feel guilty but not guilty enough to write out a full post. ;)

1. It's time for a change in medications.

2. Hell; it's not a bad place for demons. (Sounds like that should be a commercial.)

3. I must be slightly crazy.

4. Strawberry Shortcake Ice Cream is the best thing I have ever known.

5. My head is simply aching.

6. The last time I laughed really loudly was hanging out with my sibs last night. We kept quoting lines from movies and TV.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to getting some work done, tomorrow my plans include hopefully getting ahead of next week's tasks and Sunday, I want to make it to church!

Note 69: Death by Dodgeball

I was up late last night in my room reading when I heard the stairs start creaking. This was a soft, eerie creaking.

I stopped reading.

I listened closely.

This was not the kind of 'thump-thump-thump' the younger sibs make as they race up the stairs yelling at each other over the latest drama. No, this was the kind of creaking noise Charles Manson might make if he were slowly climbing the stairs to come get me.

My heart started thumping and I forgot to breathe. I looked around my room for a weapon. Have you ever noticed how on TV shows when there's an intruder that a weapon--be it in the form of a rake, golf club or baseball bat--is always readily available for the character to grab?

Well, let me tell you this is real life and I don't happen to store any of the above items in my bedroom. The best I have is a tall lamp but using that to hit someone with would plunge the room into complete darkness leaving me alone. In the dark. With the person I'm now convinced is Charles Manson or one of his definite wanna-bes.

So, I quickly dismiss the tall lamp as a weapon idea to find I've been left with only one alternative. Balls. Seven of them to be exact.

I stare at the pile. Big soft rubber balls--this is what I have to defend myself with. Another soft creak. I review possible defense tactics that involve rubber balls. Nothing is coming.

I shift closer to my stockpile of weapons. Another creak, this one louder...like Charles has reached the top of the stairs. I cringe and heave up two giant balls, prepared to beat this intruder to death with a mean game of dodgeball.

The door opens slowly.

I start to release my iron grip on both balls, prepared to let them fly but I stop short.

Younger sib stands there rubbing her eyes. "You're still up?"

I nod toward my book, "I was reading."

Sib looks at me funny. (The sound she hears is my heart rate slowing down to normal.) "You weren't in bed and I was worried you had passed out and so I came up here to...what are you doing with those?"

I glare at her. "I told you I was reading. Go back to bed. I'm coming, too."

So while younger sib stands guard outside my bedroom, I click off my tall lamp and follow her downstairs, more than a little giddy that I didn't have to kill any would-be intruders with my dodgeball skills.

Note 68: Today...

I have some pretty cool post ideas and I'd share all these brilliant insights with my dear readers right now if I didn't have surgery going on tomorrow. But I do have surgery tomorrow.

And in between doing super important 'prepare-for-the-trip' stuff like recharging my iPod and putting great new music on it, I don't exactly have time to blog. So I leave you with this meme about today. Enjoy. :)

Outside my window... there is a beautiful gray sky.

I am thinking...about a hundred different things at once. But mostly how hungry I am.

I am thankful for...support bras. LOL, I don't know...the question was random.

From the kitchen...

I am wearing... shorts and a tank top even though it's only like eighty out.

I am creating... a twitter badge or trying to anyway,

I am going... to the hospital tomorrow.

I am reading... So Not Happening by Jenny B. Jones and Maximum Ride: School's Out Forever by James Patterson.

I am hoping... I don't have to stay the night at the hospital.

I am hearing... my mom and sister trying to put AvatarFan's dollhouse back together. They've been working for a while and it's quite amusing to listen to their conversation.

Around the house... are Barbies. Like everywhere. You thought rabbits multiple fast...

One of my favorite things...are the oatmeal cookies in the fridge.

A few plans for the rest of the week...um, healing from surgery ranks at the top of the list then working on my novel but it depends on how well I can type. All the muscles in my left shoulder and arm hurt for a few days after surgery. And I won't take pain meds for more than a day or two. Yeah, I'm weird.

So there you have it readers...random topics about nothing in particular. Don't you feel informed now? ;)