Insomniac Blogging; Third Installment

It is Monday.  The time is 2:24 a.m.  I have been awake for 33 long minutes.

--First and foremost in my swirling thoughts is that there is no school today.  Why, oh why, (with all due respect to my teacher friends and to the office of the POTUS) must we celebrate every. single. post. office. holiday. that comes along by cancelling school?!?

--I got my first Girl Scout cookie delivery.  Oh, Thin Mints.  How I've missed you!  Operation Hide Mommy's Cookies is underway.

--One of our favorite shows to watch around here is Top Gear.  The American version, not the BBC version.  A couple of weeks ago, the guys competed based on sturdy 'ol classics--you know, the oldies, but the goodies.  The cars that no one drives anymore, but still talk about because they held up SO well.  One of the featured cars was this jewel:

The Chevy Caprice Classic!  This is identical to My First Car--yep, my 16-year-old pride and joy.  That car was a beast.  I thoroughly enjoyed telling the cowboys the story of how I once piled 13 of my band buddies into this car during a break from marching practice so we could rush down to the corner store for snacks.  No big deal.

--That story made my kids laugh.  So does this video:

--Speaking of goats, the weirdest thing happened.  During the chemo recovery days last week, Mom and I were watching Wheel of Fortune.  Well, she was watching.  I was just kind of present in the room.  Then, all of a sudden, while Pat was encouraging the players and Vanna was turning letters, I saw a goat head rolling across the bottom of the screen!  I swear!  And it was smiling!  Mom nearly died laughing because I was insisting through my drug/chemo haze that there was a goat on WOF.  Then she got worried because I was hallucinating--seeing goats, of all things.  But before the goat could eat Vanna's dress or ram Pat Sajak, I fell asleep.  End of story.

--I also had a new side effect after last week's chemo that I've never had before:  tingling in my face.  It lasted one day.  I called the doctor's office, but they've never heard of such a thing before.  Neat-o.

--Goliath and Little Middle went on an overnight church retreat this past weekend.  It was LM's first time to do a "big kid" event like this, so I may or may not have planted the idea for Hubby go as a chaperone.  Turns out I needn't have worried.  LM had a fantastic time, evidenced by the coffee with 9 sugar packets that he drank at breakfast on Saturday morning.

--Goliath refers to his church friends as "me and my gang."

--Goliath reported back that he and his gang had to sleep in the bathroom to escape a certain counselor's snoring.  No, it wasn't Hubby.  This is the stuff that church trip memories are made of.

--My Bible Study group has met on Tuesday nights for many years.  My sisters recently made a decision to move our meetings to Monday nights so that I can attend while chemotherapy is ongoing.  Love them.

--This is what date day looks like around here:

Gunpowder and lead, baby.  I desperately needed to decompress.  We spent almost 2 hours at the range, and the majority of that time was me shooting and Hubby reloading the magazines.  Yup.  I'll be back.

--It was my first time going to a gun range.  I realize now that most people do not wear a cutesy scarf.  Next time I'll try to go for a more toned-down, camoflage look.

DOWNTON ABBEY SPOILER ALERT (ATTN: DEVYN!!!)

--Downton Abbey put on a good show for the finale last night in spite of that last horrible scene.  After losing Lady Sybil earlier in the season, I wasn't sure that the writers could find their way again.  But last night Thomas finally did something human and right, Lord Grantham has a grandson and an heir, and that Edna didn't get to stick around long.  She was a hussy.  My predictions?  Anna will want to start a family, Mrs. Crawley and the good doctor will hook up, and Lady Edith will ultimately find true love with the newspaper man.  We shall see.  Also, I don't trust that Cousin Rose, but I don't blame her for wanting to get away from her insufferable mother.

--Baby:  Hey, Nana, what's a boxer's favorite drink?

Nana:  I don't know.  What?

Baby:  Punch!

--Baby:  "Mom, can I snuggle with you now?"

--My arms feel like spaghetti noodles.

--I made up my mind to do a hard thing yesterday.  To encourage me, Mom sent me this text:  "He is the provider of Xanax and cowgirl boots for such a time as this.  I love you."  She's the best.