Lakanuki and Cankonkinaminit

I have a chat buddy that I've known for a couple years that like a few of my in-person friends, just gets me. I haven't had a chance to talk to Insanelybusymomma in a while because her real life has been... well, insanely busy. She's a police dispatcher, so she is unabashed in her commentary about things, and stuff that makes some women blush do not faze her one bit. Sex is one thing that has come up in conversation between us, like it does with several of my equally off-color humored friends. I commented on how my preggo hormones are utterly raging and Devildog is not complaining. I personally feel like I have the Hawaiian Curse (as in lakanuki). She commented on her recent personal experiences being brief. I'm being kind because it's not my detail to share. So later as I was about to say goodnight, at this ungodly late hour, I said something about being willing to take a loss of sleep (as in Cankonkinaminit) to rectify the hormonal imbalance I currently possess.
I was told not to hurt my husband - which I won't do because that would be an additional problem for me, and I try to make as few problems for myself as possible.

here, let me make it much simpler:

"I.B.M" (3:10:32 AM): Oh geesh, don't hurt the guy Feisty LOL

Feisty (3:10:34 AM): nope, not quite the kiddie carnival ride

Feisty (3:10:57 AM): two ups, two downs and a couple lefts

"I.B.M." (3:11:06 AM): BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Feisty (3:11:10 AM): omg i just cracked myself up even

"I.B.M." (3:11:15 AM): ROFLMAO

"I.B.M." (3:11:36 AM): I'd be lucky if it got to a couple of lefts

So, as you try to digest that...I'm going to my bed. And if you didn't see the humor we saw in it, meh, better luck next time for both of us. I'll just blame the sleep deprivation and the hawaiian curse. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Birthday at Disney

Disney was done in a day for my birthday. I am totally done. I mean I'm beyond "fork tender". I'm at that point where the bird collapses off the bones.

I can't muster the energy to give a full report. I'm going to crawl into my bed and melt into the featherbed atop the mattress. I just logged on to play trivia and post my "I returned alive and intact from Disney"

No resolutions, diet or special goals here

I was just over at the Suburban Correspondent's place and she posted this nice blog advising that based on a couple studies, dieting during cold and flu season is a bad idea.
Devildog is all about getting in shape, just inconsistent with his efforts, and occasionally misguided. For instance, his food consumption could be better. As in, rather than eat one meal a day of huge proportions, he should eat more often. Hey, it's how I keep my girlish figure. That alone will aid his effort to lose weight. But who am I to speak to a Marine about health and dietary concerns anyway right? However, we're not speaking of my lack of strength today. Maybe we can talk of that another time, like when we're packing up and moving to whatever house we buy that hopefully will have enough bedrooms to keep the teenagers from killing each other every other minute of the day they're in the same dwelling. I will just play the old injuries card as long as I can, but don't tell the Devildog even though I suspect he's onto my game here.
Part of good health is adequate sleep, according to a million other studies that I won't link to or reference. It's hard to sleep well when you have apnea and keep your spouse awake half the time, or interrupt HER sleep repeatedly throughout the night. I especially love the comments from him about my needing a nap, or falling asleep at the desk late at night. He's prone to falling asleep in front of SportsCenter, and last night was no exception. The difference this time was that instead of being slouched down in the chair or with his feet on the coffee table....he was sideways in the chair like our youngest child, my clone, crashes in the chair. The only reason I dare share this picture was because he had a blanket over him, and he was sideways. I will spare you the typical visual I would get if I'd remembered to turn the heat back on after we'd had windows open yesterday. Ahh, the perks of living in Florida....no snow to shovel. This wench doesn't do cold, so I'll thank you not to comment about how much snow and ice you have, nor what germs are residing in your person because you decided to start a diet before cold and flu season ended.

sleeping genetics

I talk in my sleep, have awakened MYSELF yelling at people in my dreams (I have issues apparently), and awakened my husband on NUUUUUMEROUS occasions. I make no apologies for it, as my husband snores like the best of the sleep-apnea kind do, complete with sucking drywall off the ceiling. Clone snores a bit, and mumbles in her sleep. Beast snores and makes mumbly-ish noises. Oldest (name yet determined for blog usage) talks in his sleep. Because we haven't gotten the bunk beds back together so there are two beds in the male quarters of the house, Oldest has been sleeping on the futon in the den (THANK YOU Persnickety!!!!), right behind my throne. (that would be the computer chair in case you needed a translation)
I got up to check the thermostat because it's slated to reach Yankee temperatures here tonight. If we had a pet, it would be indoors, it is slated to be that cold. Upon my return to my throne, I found my son's pillow on the floor after he turned over. I picked it up and put it over his head - eyes covered, nose exposed just for the record here. He stirred, and picked up his head to apologize for making noise. "What?"
"We all fell off a cliff"
"Huh?"
"Kingdom Hearts"
::shakes head and returns to glowing box of interactive entertainment::

This is similar to the conversation my mother had with me in 8th grade when she was looking for my sister. I'd totally zonked out after manning the class Hooligan's Dice booth at the church carnival. Prizes were arranged on a shelf according to score level. Apparently my sister could be found on the third shelf that day.

Sleep & lucid conversations don't peacefully coexist at the exact same moments in time. One or the other usually wins that battle.