Sleepless in Cornelia

I just decided to go ahead and get up for awhile. Can't sleep. I've got nothing better to do, so I'll blog. I should have gone to sleep at about 10. But I didn't go to bed until 11:30. I laid there for an hour and now it's 12:30 and I've got no inkling I'm about to fall asleep. I could have taken a sleeping pill if I had known. But you can't take one of those things if you don't have a good 8 hrs. to sleep 'cause it'll make you feel whacked if you get up in only a few hours. So I'm stuck with my sleepless situation.

I've got job situation on the brain. If I have much anything to think about it can keep me awake for awhile, but if something big's going on, its torture trying to fall asleep. I even had to turn down the brightness on my monitor, 'cause it was hurting my eyes. I wish I had my wife's gift. Head hits the pillow.....instant dreamtime. Must be nice.

I'm bored really. Can't sleep, but too tired to do anything. What stinks is it'll make me feel wasted tomorrow. I've got to go turn in a job application tomorrow in the county where I used to teach. My trucks not working either, but I'll post about that later. maybe.

I guess this'll call for some serious dosage of caffiene in the morning. Sometimes I go by Burger King on the way to work, and get a coffee with my breakfast. But you can't wash anything down with coffee, so sometimes I drink a coke and a coffee with it. Now thats some serious caffienage.

Before I got up, I put my head on the bed where Snickers was....and after a minute she woke up real startled, and looked at me like "What the crap? Leave me alone." And she got up and walked over to Tori and got under the covers. It was kinda funny. But it reminded me of when I was a kid (like 10) and I put my face next to our sleeping Yorkshire Terrier, and he woke up.......and bit me in the face and wouldn't let go. I had to go get stiches. It made me miss karate that day, which made me mad, because it was sparring day and I was psyched about it. I actually have matching scar lines. One on each cheek. The other one came from when I was a kid and I went into my parents' bedroom and looked at the ceiling and started spinning around trying to get dizzy on purpose. And then I tried to fall on their bed. But I missed and caught the corner of their dresser instead. My dad came running out of the shower with soap still in his hair to see what had happened. Maybe I'm just trying to be symmetrical.

Hey, random rambling is fun. Lets keep going.

I used to like to hide in my mom's walk in closet. It smelled funny in there. ha ha ha. That makes it sound like her clothes stunk. They didn't, but it did have a stuffy smell in there. It was an awesome place to hide in hide and seek. We had a trap door to the basement / crawlspace in the washroom. It was always hidden under a trash can. We were taught, if somebody was breaking in, to go and go through it and hide in the basement. Kind of like the Nazis invading and we go hide in a trap door in the floor. I thought it was a cool thing when I was a kid. That house I grew up in was cool. My dad hid gold in the basement. Real gold. Outside by the treehouse, my brother and I each had our own tree. Each one wasn't allowed in the other's tree. One time, Bobby got in my tree and I knocked him out of it. I think he broke his arm.

My treehouse was really cool. My dad built it and it was really big. It was built up on four big metal poles and had a ladder from the ground to it, and a knotted rope thing to climb up. There was lots of room inside. If you know my mom, this next part's funny. Eventually my mom "bought" my treehouse from me so she could raise birds in it.

Oh, another funny story about the tree (what the mess....why does Norton Antivirus pop up at the wierdest times to tell me my subscription ran out........) anyway, about the treehouse. I had just learned to draw a star. You know, that 5 pointed star thats one line that just criss-crosses. Yeah, well I just learned to draw it. So in my treehouse I spray painted a big one on the wall. Then, just to make it look like a more official symbol........I drew a circle around it. ...........Ok........now think about it. What is that? Yes, thats right.......for a long time I had a giant pentagram in my treehouse.

Speaking of learning to do basic stuff.....I can remember when I couldn't snap. ....That was frustrating. I also remember not knowing what "shooting a bird" was. All my foster siblings were running around saying, "Charlie shot a bird, Charlie shot a bird", and I got all mad 'cause I didn't know what the heck they were talking about and they wouldn't tell me. I'm not a foster child by the way, for those who don't know. I was the only natural child. (They were synthetic children....jk). They were my "siblings". (Jared's laughing right now at an inside joke)

Hey, one time, I rolled up a newspaper and put the end in the fireplace and then tried to smoke it. ....It burnt my lungs. Man, talking about playing with fire....Bobby and I were pyros for real.

Hey.....ha ha....this makes me laugh, just thinking about it. I used to walk around with my little yellow plastic wagon and gather a bunch of acorns, so I could dump them in a pile in the front yard, to wait for squirrels to come to try to shoot them with my BB gun. he he he.

I chased my neighbor ( a boy ) once with my BB gun, and then shot him in the butt while he tried to run away. ...ha ha ha. It wasn't even a BB, it was a small rock.

Ok. I've wasted a good hour. Maybe now I can go to sleep.

Hey if ya'll like these stories...I got a million more. Like trying to handcuff Bobby and roll him down a hill, etc. That was actually just my goal. I never could make it happen...he could always get away. I one time wrestled him for a long time trying to handcuff him with my new metal handcuffs from Wal-Mart, but I couldn't ever get that second arm behind his back long enough. Don't feel too sorry for Bobby, he was as big as I was, so it was fair play, brother-style. Man....I sound like a little wild-child. I really wasn't as bad as I make it sound. I was just a normal kid, although I'm sure in the comment box, Jared and David will make it out like I was possessed. Bobby did things to me too. Like the time I decided for who knows what reason to get inside a blue wooden box, even though I was closterphobic (spelling?), and he sat on it and wouldn't let me out. (Although I used to like to get in the clothes hamper and shut the lid and hide, because I could see through the woven material it was made out of. Did any of you ever do that?

Anyway, that was all when I was a kid, and before I was a Christian. So don't think I do that stuff now. (Except for a few funny things I like to do with my pets....that are not harmful.....except maybe to a cat's pyschie (spelling?). Speaking of that....hey Michael, remember when you threw Stephen Holland's cat off his porch to see if it would land on its feet? ha ha.....yeah, I'll let Michael tell you the end to that story.

Ok....peece out.