The other night I made a horrible realization. I had sat in the same place all evening. Seriously, I’m talking hours without moving. This was after sitting at a desk and staring at a computer for nine hours at work. To my horror, this was not the first time.
Smiley’s
I gave it up for lint
I first heard it in grade school.
Just find Shawn and Gus
I think I could start a blog just about dreams. Referring to literal dreams at night. I’ve had some odd ones. If you promise not to try and interpret and tell me the symbolism I’ll share another one.
photo courtesy the web
A quick preface first. I used to watch the television show Psych when it was on Friday nights. When it switched to Wednesday nights though, I couldn’t make the switch with it. Here in my time zone it comes on 11:00 at night. On a Wednesday. I’m too old to stay up and watch it. I mean, I can’t get to work on time as it is.
Be Nice to the Normals
I sat in the Relief Society room Sunday waiting for Sunday School to start. Most people usually make small talk during this time as everyone filters in. I typically choose to sit quietly. Since my own business is a bit boring I peek into others’ business. Nothing gross. I’m just saying I usually people watch.
The Perfect Language
A long time ago there was a man called Adam who had a wife named Eve. They lived in a pretty ideal place. So ideal it was called the Garden of Eden. Sounds quite nice, doesn’t it? During this time, they experienced a tremendous amount of learning and growth.
Stupid Daylight Saving Time
It’s that time of year again when we spring forward an hour. That’s fancy talk for saying we lose one whole hour. Sixty minutes. Thirty six hundred seconds. Gone. But it’s okay because in November we fall back and gain an hour which makes everything alright. Correct? Nope. As far as I can tell, no one is happy with this whole setup.
Sometimes Dreams are my Happy Place
The other day as I drove home from work Lady Gaga’s Paparazzi came on the radio. As I’ve mentioned before, I live in a small town. We only have a handful of FM radio stations. Two are country, one is old rock, one is the Golden Oldies, and two are top 40. I went through my country phase years ago. For the most part I listen to the top 40 stations now. So when Paparazzi played the other day it had been awhile since I last heard it.
A Letter to Facebook
Dear Facebook,
While Eve looks like a delightful person, I have no idea who 
she is. I can’t even find the hints you usually drop on how I should know her. We seemingly have no common friends. So why are you so insistent and persistent that we become friends?
On a side note, when one is un-friended by someone is it really necessary to have the said (un-friender) person continue to populate on the (un-friended) friend suggestion lists? Not cool, Facebook, not cool.
Thanks for your time. I know you’re very busy. Probably checking status updates.
ck
The Miracle of the Lost Key
Yesterday I woke up 187 miles away from home. I had been visiting my sister, MZ, since Thursday and this was my final morning on my mini-vacation. Originally, I planned on going to the airport with my sister to pick up my niece Lyn before heading out. But I didn’t sleep very well and opted to stay at her place and catch a little extra shut-eye before making the almost 3 hour drive. On a rainy/snowy day. Up into the Wyoming mountains.
Goat Got Your Laugh?
I have a friend who sent me this link on my Facebook wall. This particular friend and I only share things to get a laugh out of each other. I don’t know about her but I find it a pleasant game. After all, it’s never our goal to make each other cry. So, I knew going in that it was going to be silly. That, and the title. The words Taylor Swift and goat in one sentence hinted at jovial amusement.
Oh shucks! Sometime between me preparing this post and it posting the video has been removed. Let me sum up – it had a goat hollering in a panicked, human tone. So creepy it makes you laugh type of thing – trust me.
But then I started thinking. Is this really what a goat sounds like? Now, I know I’m a Wyoming girl so most of you might think I should be an expert on this. I’m not. My ancestors had the good sense to move away from the goats and into town. At least, the important ancestors.
I may live in a small town but I live in a town – without for the most part farm animals. Including goats. In the spirit of full disclosure, my mom’s cousins lived on a ranch. So yes, I have been to a ranch. And yes, I’ve even seen a lamb being born. May I just say, gross! That is a memory I wish I could forget.
The point of all this rambling is, I don’t know much about goats. From what I hear, they are a bit wily a la Three Billy Goats Gruff. But I admit that may not be an accurate portrayal.
So I ask my question again, is this video for real? Is this how goats really sound? First, take away the song. Next suppose one is just wandering in a happy meadow having a Hills Are Alive With Music moment. Then a goat sneaks up behind said person – because as we just discussed goats are a wily bunch. And suddenly, that unearthly, freaky, devilish sound comes out.
Let’s just say, it would scare the patootsies out of me. And as I’ve said before, I prefer my patootsies inside – not out.
I couldn’t wait for an answer. I googled it myself and found this.
What have we learned here class? I don’t know about you but I learned that if I live my entire life without an association of a goat – I’d be okay with that. Oh, and also the hidden little talent that goats make decent back-up singers.
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