Unwritten rules…

There seems to exist this unwritten rule or perhaps just a horrible role of luck that when a parent decides to stay up late almost always will your child suddenly wake up earlier then normal. I’d request this rule be removed from the ether of unwritten rules, but I do love coffee and my son just so happens to be a wonderful child, so I guess I will take it. Though it should be noted these sort of days require a second coffee in the afternoon, which will most likely lead to another late night. Thankfully for me I rolled better this time and my son did not wake up early this morning. Coffee was still consumed because welllll…it’s coffee. I should switch back to drinking caffeinated tea…should. Probably won’t. Yet. Maybe…

Whys the coffee gone?

Midnight Musings

So after bingeing on Mad Men for a few hours I start to go through my bedtime ritual of brushing my teeth and washing my face. Looking at my reflection I can’t help but notice the inevitable signs of aging. Skin tags. Why? I know the reason skin tags come about, but couldn’t my body do some more magic and put that extra effort into another part of my body? Stretch my arms thinner! Something!? If you haven’t delved into trying to remove one yet, don’t bother. They hurt like hell and bleed quite a bit. Not only that the assholes come back! I’ll take beauty marks, stretch marks and white hairs all day long! Just please quit with the skin tags! 

  
Don’t ask me about the triangle I have no clue!

Friday Fictioneers

I do love a good challenge! 100 words prompted by this photo:

  

Early morning light filters through the window. Dust lingers in the corner, but there is no sign of the events that happened this evening past. 

Hearts were broken and celebrations had. Promotions made and work discussed, lust unrequited and promises made. All in a nights passing at the Red Dragon.

The owners came over from China in the 40’s hoping to live a better life. Business was slow at first, but eventually word spread of a new restaurant in town. By the 60’s they were prosperous enough to hand it over to their son whom owns it to this day.

The perfect lemon…

Its not a lofty goal, but I have achieved the perfect lemon…

Isn’t it lovely? Should I mount it? No. I did take a picture though. Now it serves as a nice garnish in my Blackberry Lemonade (Crystal Light) that is ever so delicious! Highly recommended although I sadly don’t have anything to take away its virginity. Still a delightful drink!

When it rains…

It has rained consistently throughout the day today. My doors are wide open and the cool breeze is blowing through the house. Thunder occasionally rolls across the sky. The desire is strong to run out into the grass in my birthday suit just soaking it all in as the birds sing around me. Of course that won’t really happen since my back is barely allowing me to do much but sleep right now. Muscle relaxers are a dream, quite literally.

There is this feeling I can’t shake like I really should be doing something of importance right now. Being off work for 3 days and in and out of slumber has made me a bit loopy and has thrown off my balance. Perhaps a parade around the grass in bare feet would do me some good…

Aren't they lovely?
                              Aren’t they lovely?

Certainly Stubborn.

Normal people when they are in pain will immediately seek out a professional to help them no matter whether they have the funds to pay for their services or not. I’m not one of those people. I wouldn’t say I have an abnormal tolerance for pain. When I’m in an extreme amount of pain I cry, I won’t deny it. However I will take my time to make the proper decision of whether I go to the ER (where they most certainly can aid me with the matter at hand) or Urgent Care (where they will likely just send me to the ER after wasting a significant amount of my time and charging me anyways).

That is where I sit this fine afternoon. Pondering who I won’t be paying, but still utilizing their services. As of right now I am in a considerable amount of pain. It is difficult to move…anywhere. When I do I usually cry out, grunt, start bawling or a combination of the three. Not normal. Definitely need help. Still haven’t left the house and I’ve been in pain now for nearly 12 hours. Sleep has been 2 hours here and 2 hours there and that is it. My dog looks far more rested then I do. I’m dressed comfortably though. Perhaps it is time to go to the ER? Of course I’ll be driving myself there which is likely a horribly bad idea. My other option is to seek others to help me get there, but I get anxiety just thinking of calling around for help. Of course there is always the option of waiting for my partner to return home in a few hours and have them take me instead. Yea I should probably do that. Now to just wait…

How is this comfortable?
                                          How is this comfortable?
So envious of her right now.
                                            So envious of her right now.