Insomniac Blogging

Insomnia is not my friend.  I'll just be minding my own business, sleeping the night away, and BAM!  Good morning.  That is my explanation for why I am blogging at 4:15 on a Tuesday morning.  Here's what's on my mind:

--This is my off week for chemo.  Give. Him. Praise.

--I wouldn't want to ruin a perfect track record of trekking down to the hospital every week, though.  So today I will make the drive and visit with a neurologist about this supposed "malformation" in my brain. 

--I googled said neurologist.  He appears to be cross-eyed, and he has a name that can not be pronounced by anyone speaking the English language.  I'm sure he's very nice.

--After that pesky appointment and the weekly blood draw for blood counts, I get to travel to Reese the Niece's house!!!  I desperately need to escape and be able to breathe deep this week. I am so excited!

--I took the little cowboys and their neighborhood buddies to the park yesterday afternoon.

--What is up with the weather?  It is humid and gross.  Much too Houston-ish for my taste.

--While I was driving to meet my cousin for lunch yesterday, I noticed an abundance of horse trailers and big rigs on the road.

--I miss my grandparents. 

--I feel sorry for those people whose job it is to dress up like the Statue of Liberty and hold up signs.  Does anyone really think, "Hey!  There's Lady Liberty!  I should pull over and get my taxes done!"?

--Valentine's Day is coming up, and I've been doing some crafting.  I finished my banner yesterday, and I am loving how my fireplace/mantle looks!

--I also made a wreath for the front door, a wall hanging with hearts, and I put together a centerpiece for the kitchen table.  All that Pinteresting and crafting left me longing to hang out with my super sister-in-law.  She is my go-to girl for all things decorative and cute.  I love you, Chels.

--While brushing my teeth yesterday, I coughed a little bit, and bubbles came out of my mouth, just like in the movies.  I immediately thought of Charlie Bucket and Grandpa Joe in Willy Wonka's factory, and I laughed out loud.  "Burp, Charlie!  Burp!"

--Someone in this house has grown his first armpit hair.  I'm not allowed to tell you who, though, because he is embarrassed and thinks it's weird that his mother wanted to see it.

--Off of I-35 between Dallas and Austin, there is this amazing Czechoslovakian bakery that is housed in a gas station.  If you didn't know to look for it, you would never stop there.  I know, though, that the best kolaches in Texas are in that little hole-in-a-wall, and stopping there is mandatory for every road trip between my house and Seester's.

--This is so me:

--While driving to Sonic with six little boys yesterday afternoon, we passed by the high school where classes had just been dismissed for the day.  A couple of kids were break dancing on the sidewalk.  The kids in my car were cracking up, while I was feeling some nostalgia.  I'm old.