May 10, 2007:

When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
~ Lao Tzu

I have said this before but I'll say it again - that MySpace guy for match.com totally creeps me out. And seriously - whoever is doing the marketing for match.com needs to rethink the using of one guy over and over again. Anyways....

Life. It definitely can be interesting. I don't think I can ever say my life is boring.

The problem with sleeping with another person is sometimes it's not going to go smoothly. I'm not talking about the bumping uglies kind of sleeping but the zzzzz's kind of sleeping. You know - the kind you didn't mind missing out when you partied. But now you're a responsible grown up, the type you need. And not want - but NEED.

Sunday night, Joel had pretty bad allergies after the rain kicked up crap and he sniffled and wheezed all night. Nothing he did on purpose but when you're woke up over and over again, you're not exactly a rational thinker. I was good though. I didn't say anything. I didn't even kill him in his sleep or duct tape his nose shut. Brownie points for me! However, I was fucking exhausted all day Monday.

Monday night I wasn't taking any chances, so I drugged myself with Benadryl. Half a lovely pill will knock me out like a frying pan up against the head. Well, theoretically because I've never actually hit myself in the head with a frying pan. But I'm guessing it would work.

Then Tuesday night came and one of the many oddities that is Joel is his love of fiber. The amount of fiber he'll eat would make a normal person combust internally but him? It's just a different form of bliss, I think - all that gaseous love making to his intestines must give him some kind of warm fuzzies that I'll never understand. Anyways, I think he had just a little too much fiber, resulting him being restless all night. The type of restless where his leg would randomly start twitching like a wild dog was chewing at it and he occasionally would kick it out like he was shaking the dog loose. Oh yea. That made for some restful sleep and interesting accompanying thoughts.

Since I was already a bit overtired, when he was continually kicking his feet, my first thought was duct-taping them or just him to the bed. I was good - again - but just another example of how I'm not a nice person when woken up. Or overtired.

So instead of breaking out the duct tape, I got up and went to sleep in our "guest" room in hopes of getting at least a few hours of sleep. But no ... my cat, Bones, thought my joining her for the evening was just a sign of my dedication to her as a personal playtoy. I'm truly amazed nothing died Tuesday night because I'm NOT a happy tired person.

Has anyone seen my happy place?

Thankfully, last night Joel let me sleep alone. As much as I like sleeping next to him - I like sleeping better. Sleeping is my friend. **pets sleeping**

Every so often, I really feel like my life is something straight out of a sitcom. Here's just an example for you...

I don't know if I wrote about it but a little while ago, I came out one morning to pee and encountered a dead mama possum instead. I'm blind as a bat, so at first, I had no idea what it was. After getting my glasses and slowly walking over to it - I realized it was a dead mama and 2 babies. I got the babies to the shelter and then later shuffled the dead mama into a box and made another trip to the shelter so she could be incinerated. In fear that I missed some other babies, I looked around to see if she had any more. I didn't hear anything but now I wish I looked just a little longer and harder.

After our little heat wave this past weekend, I started to smell some nastiness. And the dead nastiness - not just the sweaty goalie gear nastiness that has been blessing my basement thanks to Joel's hockey team. I looked around for the source of the smell ... outside, up in the rafters, in the little crevices out in the main room and didn't find anything. Frustrating ... but apparently nothing.

Well, I was wrong.

Yesterday? The smell was just a little worse. But still, I couldn't find anything. Today? Gag-o-rama. So I tore through my basement and then the storage room and much to my dismay, I found a box of 8 dead baby possums. And even though they're only possums, it broke my heart to think that they sat there, alone ... and starved to death. I like animals ... and I just feel so bad that I didn't look for them harder. Man, my possum karma is shot.

After putting 3 painter's masks over my face, I picked up the box and took it outside. I couldn't throw the box in my SUV and take it to the shelter - it wreaked and I'd probably throw up on myself on the way. So I called animal control, hoping they would come pick it up. Unfortunately, they were closed as luck would have it , so I had to call the city police to put a request in for "dead animal removal."

As I told the dispatcher the story, it just seemed like it was something right out of a sitcom. You try explaining you just found a box full of dead baby possums. Yes, they are dead. No, really - I'm sure. Um, no - they really smell. Yea... driving them to the shelter isn't a possibility. No, I understand they are in a box and they won't be able to escape.

Seriously. It was surreal. In a sad, dismal way. So after I got the point across that they basically were rotting because of death, they'll be picked up. Until then, they are outside ... wrapped in a million plastic bags so no critters come eating them.

But God I feel horrible about it though. I could have saved 10 baby possums and my possum karma would have been up 8!! (I accidentally ran over one about a month ago and the mama was dead in my basement, so I'm guilty by association) Gah. I just feel like such a moron. Of course the possum had more than 2 ... it's a wild critter! They have craploads!!

So there you have it. My week of no sleep and death. Whoo hoo! Hopefully your week is going much better. I guess I really can say TGIF!