Yes, that indeed was my sorority “nickname” – quite original (not really) but so true (oh very).

Here are pieces of randomness in my brain right now:

1. My laptop is hot and feels like it is burning my leg. This can’t be good.
2. I have an addiction to popcorn. I HAVE to eat it every night before bed.
3. If I stay up late, I am hungry again. This is maddening and ridiculous. I cannot possibly be hungry, having just eaten an entire bag of microwave popcorn myself two hours ago.
4. I was trying to explain why I like High School Musical (HSM, in case you did not catch that in the last post) and I said, “It is the Grease for this generation.” Hmmm. Probably not really. Have you seen Grease lately? Not exactly a clean, wholesome flick.
5. I have fallen behind in my Scott Baio watching. I may have to go to VH1 online for recaps!
6. But I did see Dog the Bounty Hunter on Larry King. Oh yes, I did.
7. And all the people talking about Merv Griffin. Which reminds me then that Jessica and I used to sometimes pretend we were on the Merv Griffin Show…which at least my mamacita watched religiously. I can’t recall if hers did too or if she just thought it was terrifically funny that mine did.
8. We also used to pretend I would go to England and come home with a baby. This happened virtually every time. I think I also had to sing “Tainted Love” during this at some point, which may explain why I always came home with a baby but no husband. Jess, of course, always married John Taylor from Duran Duran. Except when she liked Cheap Trick…then she would marry one of those guys (I don’t think it was Robin Zander but I cannot rightly recall.)

Whenever I want to title a post, the only thing that comes to mind is, “Crazy, But That’s How it Goes.” Hmmm….what does that say? Either:

A. I am constantly crazed

B. Old Ozzy Osbourne songs are permanently engraved in my psyche

Neither is particularly comforting.

Yesterday was a crazy day. I announced aloud several times throughout the day that I simply could not deal with chaos and chaos was surrounding me and wickedly taunting my organized, linear thinking soul. I picked up the phone to call Michelle at one point to tell her I was going to be late for a baby shower and also, by the way, that I was probably going to cry when I got there. But I hung up, deciding instead to cry in the car on the way over. Then I decided instead that this situation did not DESERVE one ounce of my tears. So there!

Tonight we had a youth group pool party, kind of a good bye party for two of my girls who have been with me since the beginning. Apparently, though, tonight is not good bye. Now I am going to watch HSM2 with some of them Friday nite and then we are saying our good byes. So tonight was only a touch sentimental. And I guess I am getting too hyper focused on planning for the fall, so that was also on my mind a lot.

On another note, I am trying to decide what to do with Kittyzilla while I am away on an upcoming trip. Apparently, the week of workcamp went well for Ramona until I had been gone five days. Then she decided she did not want her insulin and instead she wanted to kill the petsitter. So the petsitter called upon a second petsitter, apparently the petsitter to end all petsitters who can calm and medicate any raging beast. Not this one, sisters, not this one. So the message was left that they could do nothing with her and I would henceforth and so on need to board her. Besides the fact that boarding her will probably end up killing her because of the stress of it all, I just don’t think it is necessary. I mean, really, look at her. This was the day after workcamp.

How bad could she be?*** She is just a cheeky monkey who missed her mom and probably was not afforded her routine and comfort. So after appealing to the woman’s who owns the petsitting biz (but interestingly, whom I have never met or seen) we have one last hope. One last petsitter, who after a week of phone tag will be coming over Thursday to check out the situation here at mi casa.

***Note on the photo – after my description of Ramona’s psycho behavior during my trip, you might be led to believe from this photo that she ripped out Raggedy Ann’s eyeball and chewed off her nose. No, I think that was the work of a small child at some point (me being said small child). When I rummaged through some of my old toys a few years back, I dug ol’ Annie out and wanted to try to fix her. She was made for me by one of mamacita’s aunts when I was a wee one and I wanted to restore her to her original beauty. Actually, I wanted someone else with mad doll repairing skillz to do it but I cannot find said person…so I bought a googly eye and some felt to do it myself. But my parents, knowing the I do not have mad doll repairing (or sewing for the matter) skillz, talked me out of it. So now she only has one eye and a sad rubbed off nose. Which leads me to remember Jessica’s Donny Osmond doll whose arm broke off and was henceforth and always thereafter known as “Dr. One Arm”…but that is a tale for another time.

…I’m done.

I am mentally and physically exhausted. I am supposed to be working on a proposal for work tonight but after geting home a little before 10 PM from our women’s Bible study, I am just too pooped. I did some quick cleaning that MUST be done and now I am getting ready for some shut eye, but was feeling guilty for the complete lack of blogging here lately. I want to be more faithful to the ol’ blog and to the two loyal readers I have…and I will try my darnedest.

Starting tomorrow.

Pocono is tomorrow – and Junebug’s got the pole! Yahoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Praying for no rain on our parade this time.

Ok, so I think I have truly lost my mind.

In becoming once again addicted to the World Series of Pop Culture (which, by the way, I so could totally win…if not for those totally crazy tie breaker questions), I have also added a new addiction.

I am so not into reality show competitions like Survivor or the Amazing Race…but give me a pop culture icon of my childhood and I just CANNOT. GET. ENOUGH. Whenever I have some downtime just to veg out and watch tv for a while, I get entranced by “Hogan Knows Best”, “Simmons Family Jewels” and now…”Scott Baio is 45…and Single”.

Oh, goodness.

I don’t think I had a crush on him as a kid but I think I always thought he was cute.

Well, he’s still cute.

And the premise of the show is pretty interesting. I’ve only seen the first episode (now about 4 times since Wednesday at about 1 AM, when I found this amazing spectacle) but he gets a life coach to find out why he is unable to commit to a woman. I won’t spoil it thus far but I have to say I’m interestd to see how it all turns out. There’s a lot of joking around, a fair degree of bawdyness, but underneath it all there is a great deal of truth here. We always think of celebrities as having all this money and these perfect lives…but they are just like all of us, deep down. They have insecurities and worries and…real lives.

I’m rooting for you, Scott Baio!

Mine was great. I didn’t have anything I “had” to do on Saturday this week, so I ran a few errands and relaxed. Then I went to a picnic at my friend Kristin’s house and got to see all my peeps! Liz & Slim, Michael & Jenn, Tom & Keri, Kristin & Matt, and Maryanne. It was a really nice time – it was great to see Kristin & Matt’s new place. And nice too that they don’t live far from me now!

Sunday was good, too. Cindy & Michelle talked about their trip to Israel at church. I’ve heard pieces of their trip before and saw Cindy’s pictures but the context they put everything in was very cool. As I was sitting there next to Trish, I was thinking to lean over and say, “Let’s start saving now!” to go on the trip…and it was so funny, afterwards we were talking to Cindy and Trish turned and said, “I’ve decided that you & I should go on this trip.” Great minds think alike.

Onto our first church picnic of the year. We had a great turnout and it was just a lovely afternoon. But I started to feel bad – I had woken up with a headache and during the picnic, it appeared to be fast turning into a sinus infection.

We went to Bible study after. Everyone was a little quiet but I think the discussion we had was good. By then, I was feeling rather poorly and was grateful to get home to my bed.

Today was back to work. Funny thing, when you come to work sick in the health care industry – people harass you until you call the dr. He wouldn’t call anything in so I had to leave early to go to the office, have him poke me in the head & face and declare that I indeed had a sinus infection. Two cool things though – I am very concerned about cash these days and had asked him for samples. He didn’t have any and immediately sent my scripts through his PDA to Walmart (first cool thing) where I had heard they had $4 generics. I drove over and found MY PRESCRIPTIONS WERE NO CHARGE. I was so happy.

I came home, took my meds and got in bed for the next two hours. I don’t think I slept but I did rest and then got up, made dinner and have been trying to get things done around the house.

Now thunderstorms cometh…so I am going to log off. TTFN!