LATE NIGHT TELEVISION

I end up watching television late at night simply to try awake late enough until it's time to go to bed.

Otherwise I'll fall asleep around 7 p.m., and then be up most of the night after just a couple of hours of sleep.

My husband's dead to the world around 8:30 p.m., so I don't feel I can do any productive (i.e. NOISY) housework - I play around on the computer (and write stupid blog entries like this on) while trying to stay awake.

So it's isn't so much late night television as the magic of RECORDING shows I normally watch that are running while I'm busy with other things - then, at 10 p.m., I can watch Mythbusters, Supernatural, reruns of The Office, the opening monologue of Jay Leno's show.

Okay, it's 10:16 p.m. - the heck with this, I'm going to bed.

THE PUSH

There are many excuses for me not to go to the gym.

 It's over 20 miles driving for me. But then again, it's over 20 miles to get to almost anyplace when you live this far out in the country.

It's funner to sit at the computer and write silly blogs like this on, pinterest things, and stalk people on Facebook - but sitting is only increasing the size of my fat butt.

The dogs miss me. Well, for about four seconds, and then they simply collapse into their happy comatose state and sleep until I get come back home.

I wish I could be spending the time with the horses. Although I know from experience that once it's over 80 degrees, neither the horses or I have patience with each other.

Okay, I've run out of excuses. I better get dressed and head for the gym.

WRITING FICTION

I need reminders.

I surround myself with sticky notes, framed affirmations, bumper stickers, and not-quite-but-close-to tattoos to keep myself on track with self-improvements, motivations, and a close eye on my leaky memory.

And one of the areas I have recommitted myself to is writing fiction.

I am allowing my BBC Sherlock-addiction to bleed slowly out of my system into a bit of Sherlock fanfiction (what else do we Cumber-babes have to do until Season 3 finally comes out? I mean, besides seeing Star Trek Into Darkness time and time again).

It's easy writing since the majority of all the character development is already done through the show - the scenes, room setup, main line of persona's come directly from the television show.

It's actually more fun than writing a blog - except that I actually check and re-check my spelling, grammar, and sweat over plot development with my fanfiction, and I simply let my fingers dance over the keyboard and thoughts wander in and out of reality with this blog.

Some day I may actually get brave and post some of it here.

As long as no one expects that level of writing to continue.

OCEANSIDE

Two weeks in Southern California included:

My two adorable grandchildren

Disneyland

Late nights giggling with my daughter

The beach

A LOT of In 'N Out Burgers

Star Trek Into Darkness

And yes, it was a success.

LATE NIGHT GIGGLES

Everyone needs a couple of things in this life.



I think we all fall in love and gets our hearts broken at least once. It's the only way we can comprehend what love can be.

We lose a friend in some way as we grow to become different people.





All we all need someone we can totally, absolutely, be ourselves with. Someone that accepts that evil, dark side of us without judgement. But also brings out the laughter and high spirits and yes, mania of certain late hours.

I'm very lucky that I have a friend like that.



It's even nicer that she's my daughter.

THE MOTHMAN PROPHECIES

I try not to kill living things.

Okay, well yes, I do eat my occasional In 'N Out burger.

I will step on critters that get inside my house.

But I don't kill rattlesnakes, and I will ignore flies and bees outside my house. I'll walk around ant hills - I don't shoot at birds or deer - I try to keep my dogs from chasing rabbits (they don't kill them, they just cause cardiac arrest as they try to race them).

Yet I have swatted a LOT of flies throughout my lifetime - I did run over a snake on the highway that one time - and I ended up killing that huge mouse that got stuck in the toilet....

Have you every wondered if animals/bugs/life forms think about getting back at us?

I wonder if this is the time for revenge.

Tonight, the ceiling of my front room was COVERED with moths.

Not flying, not even wing-beating -- but stationary, stuck on the ceiling, Lepidopteras all over every part.

I waited a minute to see if they would attack me.

And then got my husband to come out and kill all of them.

See, I'm not killing anything - HE is!

AN UNSOLICITED AD FOR CRAIG'S LIST

Going completely against my dear husband's advice, I posted on Craig's list yesterday morning: "FREE MINIATURE GOATS - 4 adults and 2 newborns."

They were gone by 5 p.m. that evening to a lovely family; seeing the young children carrying the baby goats to the trailer was wonderful.

And I guess a lot of stupid things happen to people who are either stupid or really naive.

I've heard about people meeting strangers about some item on Craig's list and being robbed or tricked or taken advantage of.

And yes, I thought about whether I should put my address on the ad, especially since I live so far out in the country.

But I am not a small person - I'm old enough to be smart enough to not be lured into what are common tricks ("May I come inside to use your phone," "Oh, can you meet me over at my place," "Could you step a little closer?"). I do have a weapon on-hand, I do know how to fight (perhaps not very well, but I know where to punch and kick and hit).

Plus I asked my husband to get off work a little bit early so he could be there also.

Just in case.