Off to see the Wizard

Tracy bought a used pinball machine this weekend. He had to drive all the way to Waxahachie to pick it up. But boy he really has been wanting a pinball machine. We put it in the extra room in the garage and he has been playing the hell out of it. It makes me feel happy that he has something to do when I am playing on the computer or watching all my Tivo'd tv shows or reading my books. And I don't have to listen to him gripe at me when I do all three at once.

I am the Queen

of procrastination. Tracy and my brother are in Houston at some arcade game thing they go to every year. I am supposed to be taking this time to work on the bedroom. I still have things in boxes and strewn across the floor. Hey, I have only lived here since May; quit rushing me. Anyway, as you can tell I am NOT sorting and cleaning. I had to have breakfast didn't I? and then the cats wanted attention and then I had to read Jennifer's blog http://mommamadeitlookeasy.blogspot.com/ (OMG, I think I made the correct decision in being child-free) I guess I will start in a minute or so. It's just that I open the door and see ALL THE STUFF and just want to back out slowly and close the door behind me. And you know how straightening up and cleaning make more of a mess sometimes. That will be the deal here. I still have to go through boxes of clothes and junk to sort keep and get rid of. That sucks. I know if have too much clothes and shoes but I LOVE THEM. (sorry that was the kid in me)

I hate doing stuff. I wonder if I could just move some boxes into the attic and be all "TA DA" when he comes home.

And now a gratuitous picture of our new President Elect:

and another:

The stuff of which dreams are made...

So...tired...right...now. Of course I am always tired. Always. I am tired when I wake up, tired at lunch, tired at dinner and tired at bedtime...Until I turn out the light. Then my mind starts working and spinning. I start thinking about work and what I needed to do that day or need to do the next day. I have to stop myself and say "No WORK" to my brain. I talk to my brain fairly often.

Sometimes my thoughts get really strange and just go off in odd directions. Last night I somehow got on the "subject" of Dr Doolittle or more specifically, the pushmi pullyu. In case you don't know, is a double ended antelope. There is a head on each end and, when it tries to move, both ends try to go in opposite directions. Of course my problem with it is, How does it do its "business"? Food goes in the mouths at each end and then what? If I think about it too much then I get a very disturbing idea of what happens to each side's waste. Blech!

A few weeks ago I got to thinking about vampires. I mentioned it to my s.o. (significant other) the next day "Ok I know vampires don't exist but how would being an animated corpse that needs blood to stay "alive" allow the vampire to be extra strong, extra fast and able to mesmerize people with their charisma? I don't get it" He just looked at me and changed the subject.