Trying to Catch Up…

This squirrel perfectly exemplifies my current state of mind. I feel like I’m completely exhausted and am unable to catch up with anything. I made supper, put my Udi’s stuff away from Saturday, did dishes, and laundry is currently in process. Oh, plus I scrubbed the tub and cleaned the bathroom sink. With all of that being said, I feel like I have a million more things that I should be doing, yet all I want to do is go to bed. I might after I get this next load of laundry into the dryer.

I know that part of the reason why I’m so tired is that I’m not getting enough sleep. Averaging about 5-6 hours a night is not a good thing. The last several nights have not been my fault, though. I went to bed at a reasonable time Friday night, but there were some obnoxious teenagers across the street who insisted on yelling and screaming far into the night. My bedroom is as far away from them as I can get, physically, and yet I could still hear them. I then had to get up at 5:30 a.m. so that I could get ready to head to Buffalo for a Celiac walk.

Saturday night I went to bed at a decent time, but I had a hard time getting comfortable. First I was too hot, then I was too cold; I couldn’t find a happy medium. Then I had the most horrible dream that woke me up at 5:30! I woke up shaking and trying to catch my breath. It had been a really horrible dream about Jay getting hypothermia and falling into an alligator pit. I was trying to get him warmed up when the paramedics finally came, but I was so worried about him. It had been very scary. You have to feel sorry for the poor guy because when I woke up from that dream I rolled over and clung to him tightly. I couldn’t fall back to sleep, though. šŸ˜¦

Last night I had a hard time falling asleep. Don’t you hate that? You’re tired and all you want to do is drift off into dreamland, but it doesn’t happen. I was trying not to turn on my mattress pad so that I could train myself to sleep without it. Yeah, that wasn’t working. I finally turned it on a little bit and as soon as it started warming up I fell right to sleep. I then had strange dreams about work and toys and other unrelated things.

So as you can see, my poor body is really being put through the wringer. It hasn’t really seen anything yet, though. Why? Because tonight after work I stopped and renewed my membership at the local gym. I had forgotten how expensive it was! I paid for the summer special, though, which is quite a bit of savings so I’m hoping that will be enough motivation for me to start really working out. I hate the way that I look and feel. I want Jay to be proud to call me his girlfriend and want to show me off. He says that he already feels that way and that he thinks that I’m hot. šŸ™‚ You have to love a man who is honest like that and you know that he’s not lying to you because it’s what he thinks you want to hear.

Speaking of lying and such, today on the radio program they were asking men what blanket statements they could use when deciding that you can’t trust a woman. For example, one guy said that you can’t trust a woman with a tramp stamp bigger than a business card. I have often teased Jay that I’m going to tattoo ‘Property of Kerry’ on his butt, but I would never actually do it. lol. Just as I could never bring myself to intentionally mark my body up like that. The only thing that I wonder is what will the nurse think when you’re 98 and she’s changing your diaper. Can you imagine this tramp stamp being old and wrinkly?? EWWW.

Anyway, that got me to thinking about what blanket statement I could use when it came to guys. The one that I used when going through my last bout of serial dating was, “Never trust a guy who says that he writes poetry.” I’ve found that those who write poetry often live with their heads in the clouds and are unable to actually function at a decent level out in society. I’m not saying that every guy does, but I won’t date anybody who writes poetry. Before you ask, no, Jay does NOT write poetry. I would be happy just to have him write me a note once in a while. šŸ˜‰ As long as it didn’t rhyme. lol

I apologize for not posting any plane photos recently. It seems like I haven’t had much time with Jay, and so when I do we spend the time enjoying each other’s company. The last time I even went flying with him was at SEFF. My problem is that I just have too many things that I have to do, and so while I’m gone doing that he is out flying. I need to get some time on the sticks, though. One of the guys in the club doesn’t think that a) Jay will be able to get me to fly and that b) I’ll stick with it. So I have to prove him wrong. There’s no other way around it. That and I really want to learn how to fly. Jay has told me that I can have one of the jets that is sitting unassembled in his basement. All I have to do is figure out a paint scheme. I think that I know what I’m going to do, but I want to keep it a secret until I’m ready to reveal it. Let’s just say that probably nobody else has EVER thought of painting a jet up like this, and it’s a bit of a witty way of doing things. When I told Jay my idea and how I would do it he was skeptical at first, but then when he heard how I had thought things out he was a bit impressed. I think that he’s looking forward to seeing just how it comes out.

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1 Response to Trying to Catch Up…

  1. Jamie says:

    Sorry to hear things have been crazy & sleepless. šŸ˜¦ Ironically, Eric has been known to tell people their tatoos are great, but remains adamantly against me getting one. Not that I could ever figure out what I’d want to get anyway – specifically because you’re right on about them not aging well! Lol.

    Can’t wait to hear more about the plane that will be yours!

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