2AM and she calls me 'cuz I'm still awake....

it is 1:30 and I cannot sleep! My mind is racing, but mostly I'm thinking about quilting. Quilts I have to finish, quilts I need to make, how to get ahold of a free turning twenty pattern (SIL has one, I may have to make a trip tomorrow.) Jack is going to up in like 3 1/2 hours and I am still awake. I'm going to feel like death tomorrow. Went to an unbirthday party tonight that ended up being way fun. I decided an hour before said party that I would give the "unbirthday girl" an "unbirthday present" and made her a messenger bag...did you catch the "hour before said party" part? Lord have mercy. Am I a glutton for punishment or what?
So we're having Scott's graduation party in like 2 weeks. I have more yard work to do than I can stand to think about. To add insult to injury, Scott is the one who usually does it so I not only don't know what I'm doing, I hate doing it. But it was MY brilliant idea to have it in OUR backyard...anyone want to come play at my house?? Sure there will be some weed pulling involved, but I'll make you some strawberry lemonade!!
Nothing is on TV in the middle of the night except informercials. Do insomniacs tend to have more disposable income than people who sleep at night? I'm watching something about war and hospitals or something...they're interviewing a guy who speaks Chinese...not fascinating. What a sad world when all I have to choose from is this or Rocky IV...if only I had cable. If only we could find a house under 200K that isn't a complete dump so we could afford cable when we're grown ups...
When I went bowling tonight, I ate a chef salad at the bowling alley. My friends told me I'm the only person in the history of the world to eat salad at the bowling alley. Do you think that's true? I really like toggling. Just say yes to shift+tab.
Pardon my rambling...I'm hoping it'll tucker me out...I think it's working.
Am I going to have heartburn for the rest of my life? That's a really long time to not be able to drink OJ without Pepcid close by.
Paypal makes it way too easy to buy things I maybe don't really need. But maybe I do need them, although Scott would disagree. I'll tell you what I don't need--round cut smoky quartz citrine dangling earrings. Are you surprised? I know, so was I.
I also don't need anything purple. Or tapeworm. Don't need that either. I do need mayonaise. Don't forget mayo the next time you go grocery shopping.
Dial up is the bane of my existence. this falls in the "things we could have if we don't have to spend all of our money on a mortgage" category. Why is it that I could easily spend an obscene amount of money buying little trucs at the dollar store and yet when it comes to buying a house--our biggest investment thus far in our LIVES--I'm holding back?
So the war/hospital whatever show is over and now some jazz band is playing and a bald guy is scatting. Okay, fine, scatting I can respect, but he's making sounds that sound like bird calls. Now turkey calls. There's a guy next to him holding a flute and he's moving his fingers over the little key/hole/button thingies but not actually holding it up to his mouth playing it. Who knew I'd see "air flute" for the first time on KBYU? And you thought Mormons were dull. HA! We scat chicken calls in your general direction.
I think I'm tired now...things are starting to get fuzzy in my mind. Of course, things are generally fuzzy in my mind, but a little moreso right now.
French dip sandwiches for dinner tomorrow. Mmmmmmm...