I am weird, but you probably already figured that out. Anyway, I was fussing about how my carpel tunnel was acting up today, so what do I do? I sit down in a dimly lit room and play the piano. *laughs* I know, it doesn't make much sense. It makes even less sense when you know that I've never had a piano lesson in my life.

Let me tell you, that I don't usually sit down with a book of sheet music. Now, I do, from time to time. For instance, I plucked out a few simple songs for DD yesterday, so she could get the idea and sing a little bit. However, I normally just sit down and feel out cords and put notes where I want them. I find it theraputic, or however you spell that. I am slightly annoyed by the one key that is terribly flat though. Every time my finger touches it, I cringe. So, I just scooted down a little bit and molested the keys an octave lower. *laughs*

Yes, yes, maybe I should practice more with the sheet music, but I'm just not that interested. I may never have taken any piano lessons, but my dad did. He would bring home his beginner lesson books, and I would practice on the keyboard that mom and dad got for us girls to share when we were real young. It was a really nice keyboard. Anyway, I became somewhat proficient, mainly because I played clarinet in band, so I had to learn how to read music. Junior high was a dull gap in my school experience, because I was no longer in band, and there was no choir. I wouldn't have minded pulling a Frankenstein during that time, moving through it with a groan and the dragging of feet. Blah.

Now, highschool was pretty fun, after I learned how to be caring toward the teachers, and wildly rebellious toward the other students. There's history there, and I'll explain another time. I'll just leave it as, it ushered in an explosion of black hair dye and big black boots. *laughs* Anywho, I was finally able to join choir, or rather, I joined 3. I spent a lot of time learning and practicing for competition, in addition to normal school programs. Thanks to my choir teacher, I was able to keep up on my music reading, and progressed on to sight-singing (singing an unknown song by the sheet music alone). What fun. lol So, all of that to say that I don't make the neighbors scream and cover their ears when I sit down in front of the piano. Now, there are no guarantees when DD sits next to me, wanting to play a duet. *chuckles* I love that little girl. She propped up a "Cinderella" storybook on the piano today, so she could play music. Isn't that cute?

It's tuesday, so any intelligent person knows where I was at 9pm EST. *laughs* Yeah, I was sitting on the couch, staring avidly at the television screen while "House" was on. It's rare that I actually find a show that I honestly enjoy watching. But, this is right up my alley. I blame my mom, for making me watch years of E.R. . It's all her fault. lol Now, I don't catch E.R. very much anymore, but DH doesn't like me fawning over Goran Visnjic. It's really quite funny, since I am the least drooly girl that I know. DH just likes to tease me. Poking fun at me is the one great pleasure in his life, or so it seems. :o )

Anywho, so "House" is just coming on, and someone knocks on the door. Hmm.... who would be stopping by so late? Ah! It's Sis, and she's bearing pizza. Interesting. She proceeds to tell me that when she found out that I only made mac & cheese for dinner, she knew that something was wrong. So, she thought that they needed to save my family by feeding us. *laughs* She is hilarious. Just for that, I think that I'll let her pick where we are going for lunch on Friday. lol

Alright, so it isn't that any of my family were starving. She just seems to think that noodles do not make a suitable dinner. As she puts it, if you eat noodles, half an hour later you are looking for the rest of your dinner. I'm amused. Oh, but I'm not complaining. I had a little pizza, since she got some with mushrooms. I don't usually get 'zza with mushrooms because DH thinks that they look and taste like rubber bands. Heeheehee...  I blame it on my dad. When we were kids, we always got two pizzas. One had pepperoni and cheese, and the other had the works. Mom and the other girls always ate the pepperoni pizza, and I learned quickly that if I wanted to have enough food, I had to learn how to eat italian sausage, mushrooms, onions, etc. It never bothered me. *shrugs*

Oh, and if you haven't already slipped into a coma over my drivel, let me explain that it is nearly 2:30am, and I am unable to sleep. I have no one to talk to, and nothing to do. Why is it that insomniacs just can't find anything worthwhile to watch on tv? Is it better for those with cable? If I get too bored with talking to myself, I'll just put in the movie "Alfie". DH didn't really want to watch it all that much anyway, so I'm sure he won't fuss.

After Sis and her family left, DH and I headed off to the bedroom, where he proceeded to turn on the tv in there. I should probably mention that we have more tvs than we have people. DH collects them because people leave them behind at his work all of the time. We could probably be rich if he would sell them off for $10 a piece. *laughs* So, we have this little tv in the bedroom because DH likes to watch Jay Leno before zonking out. This evening, Laura Bush was on the show. I really do like her. For some reason, she really seems to put the "lady" back into the title of "First Lady". I know that when I think of Hilary, lady is the last word that comes to mind. I've also noticed that other people really clean up their act and remember the manners that their mothers taught them, whenever Mrs. Bush is around. That's nifty. I hope that I can have that kind of influence on people, causing them to want to be courteous and polite in my company. I'm a people-watcher, and it is just fun to see the way that folks react around different people. *wiggles brows*

So, I haven't quite figured out why I am so anxious that I can't get to sleep. Part of it is just physical, and I want to go and exercise. I really wish that my headset was working properly, but my local Christian radio station plays vintage gospel at night, and that isn't the greatest exercise music. So, I get to choose between that and the alternative station that plays songs full of crud. If I have to listen to "Hey Mister" one more time, I'm gonna toss the radio out the window. Ok, maybe not. But, at least I'll turn it off and make a mean face at it. I'm getting picky in my old age. I used to listen to all sorts of music, but lots of it just annoys me now. I think that the commercials are sometimes worse than the actual shows and radio song selections. 89X likes to play stupid condom commercials, all of which I don't want to explain to my 4 year old. WRIF has Drew and Mike, whom I feel are the radio version of Dumb and Dumber. Still, I can't figure out which is which.

I can't blame all of my insomniac craziness on physical restlessness though. My brain is doing it's own thing, and I haven't quite figured how to shut if off yet. I've practiced thinking about nothing, but every time that I start to succeed, then I realize that I was thinking about nothing- which is thinking about something. Hmmm... *scratches head* Blah, but I've been in a funk. DH knew what I meant when I told him that I wasn't feeling well today. I bet that it is a combination of the dreary weather and sifting through boxes of stuff. I went through some old pictures, notes, cards, and letters today. At one point, DD found a card that I had given DH, with Trystin's ultrasound picture glued inside. So, I had to explain to her what the picture was. Of course, then came the questions about how her brother could be dead. Oh, and then she decides to tell me that she wants me to have a brother and a sister for her, in my tummy. Great.

I think that the reason why DD has been so adamant about having siblings is because her friends are not around during the day. She is at that age where her friends to go school, and she doesn't. Those who are not in school, they are in daycare. So, that just leaves the two of us to keep each other company. Ok, I just suck. I'm not 4 years old, and I'll never be that age again. No matter how hard I try to play with her or entertain her, it's just not quite right. So, she played with the dog and chased him through the house until she fell down and hurt her foot. Then I became useful, and she liked me. *laughs* Oh, did I tell you that she said I have a big butt? *chuckles* That's SO not funny, but yet it is. DH had a talk with her about how it isn't nice to make jokes about how other people look. She used to talk about how she needed to eat more so she could have a nice round belly like mommy's, and while I was (am) embarassed, it wasn't too bothersome. She meant it in a different way when she said I had a big butt though, while pointing out to me that she has a small butt. Hmmm... yeah, I hadn't noticed. *rolls eyes* Silly girl. She had better be nice to me, or I'm gonna have to show her my big foot, and how it compares to her little butt. *chuckles* Ok, so not seriously, but I'll joke about it anyway. All I have to do is give her the look, and she's flinging herself around my neck, apologizing. She's like me in so many ways. Poor kid. lol

Alright. I ran out of words. I guess I'm off to do something else for a while........