barodar

Whoo!  I'm in Idaho, gone until Jan. 3  Give me a call or shoot me an email if you need anything.

Hugs to all! 

I'm going to throw a party on my Birthday!

August 18
6:00 - when I throw people out
Be there! It's my birthday! (and I cry easily.....)

I'm going to hang out at home, watch a CSI marathon, and eat food. Anyone want to join me? Whoo! CSI and food! Feel free to comment or call me.

Edit: So, it looks like although they *say* they're showing CSI, they're really reliving the top knockouts in the UFC. No CSI. But I have Madagascar on OnDemand. and the garlic tomato chicken dish is in the oven....you know you want some....

Someone broke into my car last night and stole my TomTom GPS gadget. They shattered the driver's side window, reached in, and took it. They didn't even try to open the door. That was it. No other damage, nothing else taken. Just that. sigh. I called the police, filed a report, called my insurance, and got a new window this afternoon. I doubt I'll be able to get the gadget replaced, so I'm out that money, but I'm going to try anyway.

Partly, I just feel stupid and naive. I should have known it would happen, and taken the thing out every night.

Dammit. I felt so safe here.

I have another pic!

Thank you to joyeous!

(still laughing)

I am done. My last client just left, and I am done. Maybe a little paperwork to finish, but otherwise, done. *Does the happy dance*

Wow..breathing is so much easier now....that I'm done. *more dancing*

Heh...my internship folks gave me a huge cookie. I'm not done with the cookie yet.

Whoo-HOO!

Whee! I'm moving in with Laurenhat by the end of April. Should be fun. It's a relief to have this done and out of the way. Thanks to all!

So, something you should know about me is that I sleepwalk. Well, to be honest, "sleepwalk" is inadequate to describe what it is I do. I have a number of funny stories about saying and doing things in my sleep that have been embarrassing. I'll talk, get up and do things, punch walls, have strange conversations...but none of them compare to what happened to me last night. A little background: I live in a triple-decker apartment, on the first floor. My room is near the front door of both the building, and my apartment. They're about 4 feet apart. There is a winding staircase up to each apartment, and a balcony off of each landing.

So, I went to bed about 11:00. Fell asleep just fine, wearing just my boxer shorts. My electric blanket was on, probably a bit too high, but not exorbitantly. I must have been hot from the blanket, because I dreamed that I had turned on the furnace full blast and that I had sealed the apartments to keep the heat in. Then, when I woke from the dream, I thought that I had left the furnace on all night, which was spewing out clouds of carbon monoxide. (as all furnaces do?)

I thought I had killed everyone in my apartment, that they had been sleeping in clouds of CO, and suffocated.

I panicked. I leapt out of bed, threw my blankets and sheets across the room, and ran to the front door. Flinging it open, I pounded on the doors of my apartment, hoping that people could hear me, and get air. In my boxers. I opened the front door to the building, and propped open the screen. Then, sprinting upstairs, I pounded on the door of the second floor apartment, hoping they could hear me. I opened their balcony door, trying desperately to get good air into the building. I then tore up the stairs to the third floor, and did the same thing, hoping to save them. After which, gasping for breath, I went back to my own room (remember *ALL* the doors in the building are wide open now.) and gripped the back of a chair, calming myself down. It was only now that I began to come back to my senses, and some little part of me was saying "this probably isn't real." As I tried to take deep breaths and slow my racing heart, my roommate Amit came out of his room, asking, "Is everything all right?" I held one finger up to ask him to wait as I caught my breath, and proceeded to tell him a rambling account of what happened. I thought I might have just dreamed it all, and just made a little noise in my own apartment that Amit heard. He appeared appeased, and went back into his room.

So now, imagine me standing in my room, sans clothes, with my sheets and blankets strewn across the floor, all the doors wide open in the apartment. I'm starting to realize that all this was probably just a dream, and I wasn't entirely sure that any of it had happened at all. Trekking upstairs, *all* the doors were open, letting in blessed cool night air. One by one, I closed and locked all the doors. Thankfully, none of the other apartments came out, so I didn't have to see them and explain. After locking all the doors, and saying a prayer that everyone wasn't dead in the rest of the building, I went to my room, gathered up my puddled blankets, and went back to bed.

See why "sleepwalk" really doesn't do this justice?