The bearded eye-roller

So, y'all know that I do some really wacky stuff in my sleep when I'm under stress. The past few days have been no exception. My poor husband has spent his precious sleeping time calming me down, tracking me down or sometimes just watching the entertainment.

I've been particularly active and loud the past two nights. BJ said that sometimes he just watches me and thinks, "is she awake? she has to be awake... no, she's asleep". Especially when I'm doing this:


I photoshopped my face in, just to crack myself up- but this truly is the pose I do in my sleep most of the night. Have I mentioned how sore my elbows are lately?

If I'm not 'watching pretend tv', I'm sitting straight up in the middle of the bed. Or, I'm using my mini laptop. BJ said that on Friday night, he woke up to find me staring at the start page (the desktop) on my computer. When he asked me if I wanted to turn it off, I told him that I didn't know how.

Last night, BJ found me downstairs "watching" some religious programming. I don't remember a bit of this. Gee, I hope I didn't call and donate a bunch of money.

It's always kind of interesting to hear from BJ the stuff I was doing the night before. If he were a mean guy, he could really mess with my mind and tell me I'm doing some really outrageous stuff. "Honey, you made a mess and didn't clean it up" (ha! I'd be so on to him because I'd NEVER do that!)

I hope that once this week is over and all of the "what's going to happen" questions are answered, all of this nocturnal stuff will stop. I'm pooped and BJ is pooped.

New co-worker in the funny mix. He's always been funny, but again we have more time to email back and forth these days. We'll name him Hunter. One of the things I *LOVE* about Hunter is that his laugh is just like my brother Joel's, and hearing that laugh makes me really happy. Thankfully Hunter laughs a lot.

Hunter sent me and FCW a picture of his bunker and here's how THAT email thread went:

Hunter: Told you I have a bunker. Weapons, ammo, and food. I'm not psycho, it's for hunting.

Me: Ummmm, if I say that I'm not a weirdo does that mean that I'm not?

FCW: I think if you have to tell someone you aren't you might be.

Hunter: Lol, think what you want. I just recommend telling people that you don't like very much to try breaking into my house.

FCW and Hunter proceed to banter about the types of guns Hunter has (boooooorrrrrrrriiiiinnnnnnnngggggggggg!)

Me: Yeah well, I have guns too. I'll take a picture tomorrow.

FCW: Laser Tag guns don't count.

Hunter: Neither do glue guns.

I'm SO sure! OK, they aren't *MY* guns, they're BJ's. I'd never even want to touch the things. I don't think BJ wants me to touch them either. Have I ever mentioned that someone he dated seriously ended up in prison for killing her boyfriend's wife? Of course, that was well after she and BJ stopped dating. Still, he's a little nervous about the women in his life handling guns.

Good call, BJ.

I have so many letters to write, so thought I'd just do it in one fell swoop.

Dear friends and family,
I'm sorry I've been incommunicado, but I've been busy trying to save my bacon job. Really, one day this will all be behind me (according to Eckhart Tolle who has been a wonderful read before work in the morning.) I can't promise I'll be in touch soon, because I'm horrible about that sort of thing anyway.

Dear favorite blogs,
Read above

Dear guy on the elevator at the bus station this morning,
You've made me even more certain that I need to buy and wear a spy camera so I can take pictures without being noticed. You know those people that I've already written to (see above)? They'll thank me for it.

Dear guy on my floor that thinks he's really important,
Really? Really? Do you have to wear a wireless headset and pace back and forth talking loudly on the phone? Come on- from what I've heard, you're really not THAT important.

Dear temporary project manager that I've written about before,
I swear to all that's holy, if you join in on ONE MORE conversation in which you weren't invited, then well, I can't be responsible for my actions. I have a head injury you know... I can't be held responsible for anything anymore. Seriously, I'm tired of the "prairie dogging" that you do every time someone comes over to my desk to talk to me. You make their visits exponentially less enjoyable. I've heard you tell people that you keep a bowl of candy at your desk so people will come visit. I'm not sure I'd admit that, really.

Dear lady with four toes on the train today,
Wow, I have to give you a high five for having the great self esteem to wear open toed sandals. I'm sorry that I kept looking at your feet, but I was seriously counting over and over again to be sure I didn't miss one. Good for you!

Dear 'Large Marge' that sometimes rides my bus when I'm going to the train station,
Hey, I used to be a Large Marge too, but I never sat my butt on top of someone and then tried to wriggle it in a space that was clearly to small for me. You made me a wee bit uncomfortable. Only my husband is allowed on top of me, if you get my drift.

Dear BJ,
I'm so glad you finally got a camera phone, and even happier that you shared the pictures from your hotel with me. Really, this one had me HOWLING with laughter. Your company really knows how to put you up in a nice hotel, don't they?


And then, your email today describing the rest of the accommodations? Well, I'm sorta sorry for laughing at your situation, but I really did need a good laugh.

There is also the obligatory duct tape around the railing on the stairs up to the room. Plus, in the front lobby the really cool tile they picked out is now shattering when people step on it because they didn’t get the floor underneath smooth before they laid it.

Well, I think that about covers it.

Love (or not, depending on who you are),
Lori aka RG

Normally I only weigh on Mondays, but I had a feeling that I'd find good news if I stepped on the scale today, so I did. I'm officially 10 lbs down since the first of August, and I haven't even added in the exercise portion to the challenge yet. That's just nutty! If I kept it up at this rate (which would be miraculous), I'd be looking at my goal weight at the end of this 100 day challenge (end of October).

In other woo hoos, I got BJ to eat yogurt today. You have NO idea what a big deal this was, so you're going to have to trust me on this one. It was a BIG deal. I blended together 1 cup of home-made condensed yogurt, 1 small banana and 1 tsp of Stevia.

I'm sure loving my yogurt maker and my yogurt cheese maker. My "YoChee" recipe book arrived in the mail on Thursday and I'm excited to rummage through it to find something 'surprising' to make. Surprising being something BJ will never believe had yogurt in it. I like to tell him AFTER he's tasted it and thinks that it's wonderful.

I've become very good at getting him to eat healthy things, even though he's given me his opinion on all things healthy- especially cooked vegetables. "Nope- I won't eat it". But surprise, surprise, he now loves cooked squash, green beans and spinach. The trick is to *lightly* (keep in some crispness) sauté in olive oil and spice it up. I found some dried garlic slices at our local Asian market that is wonderful to throw into vegetable dishes. It really adds a nice kick in flavor.

OK, seems that I've done it again. This post has gone all over the place.

.............Welcome to the inside of my head. That's pretty much what goes on 24/7.

I was a bad girl this past week. I cheated on the no sugar challenge. I know- y'all are going to say that I was under a lot of stress and I should just let it go. To that I'll say, OK.

See? Now we don't need to have that conversation.

Thankfully, I didn't plunge off the deep end and go crazy. I had a total of four graham crackers and a small bag (one serving size) of yogurt covered pretzels out of the hospital vending machine. Big hairy deal, right? Right!

I've finally caught up on my blogs and now I'm going to plow through email. I have lots of email that I haven't responded to ::waves to my mom and dad- you're first!::

I worked really hard on Thursday and Friday to try to get caught back up at work. Considering the fact that I work hard every day, that was an unaccomplishable (yes, I know that's not a word- but I don't care) task. I've now decided that I'm going to work really hard to not drive myself crazy in trying to catch everything up.

BJ is out having his daily visit with the vampires. His doctor called yesterday and said that they need to increase the Coumadin because his INR levels are nowhere near therapeutic. Until he's at the right levels, he's at increased risk for a stroke or other medical issues that renegade blood clots can cause.

It's so amazing to me that just one short week ago we were completely unaware of the dangerous things going on inside his body and how acutely aware we are of those things today. Kinda makes one stop and think, doesn't it?

I changed my mind about plowing through my email just yet. Suddenly a nap sounds like a brilliant idea.