Saturday, June 27, 2009

Out of the movies...? Or one night from Hell-en!

Like something out of a movie, my visit to my sister was quite extraordinary. A night I will never forget. Visiting my sister in Utah, I was invited to sleep in the livingroom. I do not have a problem sleeping at other peoples homes, but on this particular night, I had quite the experience.
It started one evening when we finally got the kids to bed. My sister, brother and law, and I sat up and visited till about 2am. We like to do that sometimes and we had a good time, but our duties of the following day were calling us and we retired.
I had just got settled when one of their beautiful chime clocks went off. this usually isn't a big deal, but right across the hall from this clock is another chime clock. It runs 10 minutes behind the other. On another wall is a typical kitchen style clock as well as another clock in their kitchen. I noticed the ticking and the tocking. Pretty cool for someone that enjoys clocks, eh? Despite all the noisy tocking, I managed to slip into a light doze just in time for someone's cell phone to make the text messaging jingle. I ignored it. After all, it wasn't for me. (closes eyes and 2 minutes go by) Text Jingle again. I get up off of the couch and traipse into the kitchen. I can't find it. Hmmm. I go back to bed. I hear the text jingle again. By this time I am concerned that someone is trying to get a message to my brother in law. I head back to the kitchen to find it is not there. I'm a little miffed as I cannot ignore it. It's keeping me awake. My sister has gone to bed and I decide that I will text her in her room. ( She is known to keep her phone by her bed and accept late night texts from her husband. He works swing shift) I tell her that one of the phones in the house is receiving texting jingles. No answer and I settle back down and make myself comfy. (long sigh) .... "text jingle... text jingle". Dang... what the heck is going on? I have got to figure this thing out so I head up the stairs to my sisters room and peek in. My brother in law is up playing Mafia wars on his laptop and I let him know I cannot find the stupid phone, so he comes downstairs with me. He says that they had been wondering where it was. He immediately dials Leslie's phone to find it. (One might wonder why I had not thought of it, but my name is Diana, and not “one”) Low and behold, it was at the foot of the couch where I was sleeping. He looked at me quizzically, a perfect Duh moment. He checks the messages and finds that I have been the only one to text message her (implying that all the text jingles have come from me). Pleading my innocence the whole way, we both go back to our rooms. Puzzled, but tired, I settle back into bed. Fixing sheets after all the hustle, I finally find a decent position to resume my sleep.

(Tic Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock) Do you know it takes about 4-5 Tics and Tocks for 3 clocks to simultaneously tock at the same time? I never knew that. By this time, the 1st clock chimes. Hmmm 3 am. It's way past my bedtime. But, if I count Nevada time... it's really only 2am and we were already up then anyways. (I'm good ) I settle back down. Remember the other clock is 10 minutes off....and you guessed it... Ding... Ding.... Ding. Tick tock, Tick, Tock. I'm a little disturbed as Im having a hard time sleeping. Contemplating my scenario... I realize, I should have taken my brother in laws advice and have him stop the clocks. But, too late... If I get up now...I will probably drop the clock and really wake everyone up. Hmm.. I am going to have to live with this.)Back to sleep, I try. (HOOOOONNNNNKKK) Dang that Amtrak. Why my sister picked a house to live in this close to the train tracks I will never know. 3:25 am. Am I ever getting to sleep? It's dark, it is windy outside... the wind chimes are blowing and raindrops are clicking down on different objects outside. I finally doze off only to find that McKinley, their dog, made his way downstairs and sat right in front of me. Normally this isn't a big deal, however, when you have breath that smells like it leaked from the other end, it is like a Mack truck hitting you head on. I sat up and asked him if he needed to go potty. He didn't look to Eagar to go outside,which I was ecstactic, but every 5 minutes, he would move from the floor to the chair and back at my face. He finally left me alone and went to sleep.
I don't remember too much after that until I heard lyrics blazing on a radio upstairs...
..."There's been a load of compromisin',On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me,

Like a rhinestone cowboy... Doot doo...
I might as well of heard brittany spears top single, "baby hit me one more time!"

I am realizing that the radio alarm that is in my nephews room has just gone off. Try as I may to ignore it, I give up when the chimes in the room are now marking the half past chime. Ding. Half past what?.. is what I'm wondering. I head up the stairs to my nephews room in the dark and wonder how Tyler manages to sleep with the thing cranked up to Max. I'm thinking my sister and her husband will join me shortly since it is early in the morning and the dumb thing is blaring. Nothing. They are still in bed and I’m just now realizing that they never will come to my rescue because...they have an A/C Unit screwed in the window that drowns out radios, phones, and clocks! I don't feel bad being the "mother" for the moment and pushing the off button to get some sleep. There... wait...it didn't go off. It's birds chirping. Well, that isn't bad. How bad can that be? This will fix Glen Campbell singing me to sleep and will also allow my nephew to have any noise he needs to keep him asleep. (He sleeps with noise)
I am happy, I got my way, and I am heading back to bed for the umpth time. I am pulling the covers up over my head and I am really tired. ( Another long sigh)
Chirp, Chirp Chirp ..... Chirp chirp.... you.. have .... got ... to ... be .... kidding!!!!! I can still hear that dad gum radio. (What is dad gum?... I don’t know.... it’s something my mother chewed when she was mad) At any rate, I’m dang mad and I’ve got to fix this. It ain’t right. This time, I’m smart, I take my phone to light my way up the stairs and to my nephews bedroom. This time I turn down the radio cuz I still can’t find the Off button. I head back down to my bed. I sit down and put my head in my hands. I rub my eyes. This has definitely been THE worst night of my life. Again, for the umpTEENTH time, I settle down. It is hot and I kick the covers off. (Snortt...... Snore............. Snort..... Snore.....) Oh man, I have left my nephews door ajar and I now have snoring to deal with.. Don’t say it... of course I went up to his room... all the way up, chime clocks now chime that it is 4am. My mom taught me not to cuss, but by this time... there are a lot of words I’ma thinking.
I did manage to settle down... even trying my ipod out for ear plugs, but turning the volume up to drown out the tick tocking and chiming defeated the purpose and I finally gave up. I did manage to figure out about what time I went to bed as I heard one last ding of the clocks and I figured it was either 4:30 or 4:45 am. Just in time to see a glimmer of light start to radiate in the distant horizon through the hole in the blinds.
I would have taken this opportunity to stay in “couch” and sleep till noon, but Leslie’s kids were so good about obeying their mothers orders to arise early the next day and I was soon awakened at 7:30am to zoinks and whistles and bells from a PS2 game station.

Yes, you could say: “I didn’t beat them.... I joined them!”


side note: Saturday before I boarded the plane to come home, I placed a call to Todd who owns 2 chime clocks and 3 ticking clocks in our bedroom. Needless to say, he has agreed to dismantle any evidence of ticking or chiming of clocks till I recover from my trauma.


Feel free to enjoy this funny sampling of "no sleep for me". Just scroll up to the right side of the page and pause the music.



Pink Panther Cartoons - The Pink Tail Fly Season: 1 - The best video clips are right here

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

I LOVE YOU

Just wanted everyone to know that "I love YOU!"

Today's truths

I have never:

1) been issued a speeding ticket
2) gone to a prom
3) gone bungee jumping
4) eaten Sushi (don't think I will either)
5) run in a marathon
6) gone skiing
7) been to a live celebrity concert
8) passed out
9) never watched a full movie of Star Wars
10)graduated from college. (this will definitely change)
11)been to China
12)had my own talk show :D

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Punctuation makes for great laughs.

We learned to day that punctuation placement is very important. For instance:

A panda walked into a bar, sat down and ordered a salad. He ate the salad, pulled out a gun, shot the man sitting next to him, and walked out the door. Shocked, the other people in the bar ran after the panda, asking “Why did you do that? Why did you shoot that guy?” The panda turned around and answered: “Because I’m a panda, and that’s what pandas do. If you don’t believe me, just look it up in the dictionary.”

They looked it up in the dictionary, and here is what they found: “Panda. Raccoon-like animal of Asia. Eats, shoots, and leaves.” Just as the editor of this dictionary obviously needed to pay attention to punctuation, so must we.

That was learned today when Wendy was listening to Kate's rendition of reading a children's book in French. Wendy was trying to decipher, (she has been taking french for 2 years) and started out, "I like my friends but...." Everyone in the room busted up laughing.
She finally corrected herself. "I like my friends, but..."

I don't know....Maybe you just had to be there.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Creative summertime ideas 101

Summer started about a week and a half ago. It didn't take much for the kiddos to concoct something to do. Leave it to Wendy to try this one. She already made one trip down before I had time to grab a camera- so we really had to re-enact this one. Needless to say, they found something to do for a half hour that kept them busy. They are so fun!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Married to a guy named Dell Windows

In the dictionary, TROJAN is listed as :

#3 : a merry and often irresponsible or disreputable companion

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/Trojan June 2009

This merry fellow that attacked my computer for the last 2 weeks and has definitely held up to its definition: "companion". I got a few of these irresponsible friends from facebook. Three times in the last 3 months. I have spent so much time with my computer that my children and I have even created a mock marriage ceremony to my computer:

"Do you take Dell Windows to be your constant companion, to share your files openly, sitting with him, in sickness, (viruses) and in horse sheesh (that'd be trojans), in frustration and in sorrow, in hardship and in baldness (by this time-you feel like pulling your hair out), to passionately hate and to spurn, so long as you both shall live?"

Dell Windows: Just click "run" for yes.

Diana: whatever...

Dell Windows:

"Bride, I take you Diana, to be my nimwit, my proxy, my faithful partner and my other half from this day forward. I will cherish our union and love you more with each passing file. I will steal from you and disrupt you, laugh at you,but not cry with you. Most importantly, I give you my promise to stay with you faithfully through good CPU and the bad, regardless of the anti-malware we may face together. I give you sole possession of the keyboard, the mouse, and all of my time it takes to mess up your computer, from this day forward so long as I shall be embed."

"By the powers invested by the pocketbook of the Raders, we now pronounce you- Diana, and you Dell Windows, partners for the rest of your virtual life."

Who do these people think they are that have nothing better to do than to sit and make up destructive stuff to complicate things for people.
Thanks Mr. Virtumonde.prx , now please "Get a life!"

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Facebook sign off!

Well, I finally did it... something I have wanted to do for a long time. I deactivated my facebook account. People are asking why I would do such a thing, (as if I had just beat them over the head with a hammer). This is not something I have "done" to anybody. It is something I have needed to do for myself. I do have several reasons, one of which is I am spending Way to much time on it. There are other reasons, but that would just make for good facebook fodder and I can't even get on to rebut so, to spare myself the humiliation... It is just plain something I needed to do and has nothing to do with any one individual person. Now that I got that out of the way, I want to spend more time journaling, which is what I'm doing now. I want to spend time studying for school, which is something I am finding to be a requirement in the journey. I want to start living the first day of the rest of my life. I hope others will come down this journey with me, but whether one person or one hundred people read this post, it doesn't matter. Thankful,...for me, there is life after facebook!

There is a quote that my daughter Wendy first posted on her facebook page that sums up this post. (Side note: I appreciate her. She has taught me to always keep one lens of my glasses in a brilliant shade of Rose.)



“Be Who You Are and Say What You Feel Because Those Who Mind Don't Matter and Those Who Matter Don't Mind.” Dr. Suess

Monday, June 1, 2009

Fruit basket turnover

Sheri Dew, in her most recent book, "Saying it like it is," declares to women around the world that we have a problem of comparing ourselves with others. She states: "Why do we make comparisons that are never fair? Why do we sometimes label others when no one can be defined by a one-dimensional category. We're not supposed to be alike" (124). True! We are NOT supposed to be alike. As I read the little thought next to a picture of different crates filled with beautiful ripe fruit,



it made me think about who each of us really are and the role we play in the world. Some of us are nice,ripe tomatoes,aging gracefully. Some are young, juicy, beautiful peaches that are really sweet. A few may be quite sour like a yellow lemon, while still others are round, firm, and even immature like a cantaloupe. No matter what station of life we are at, no matter what we may look like on the outside, or inside for that matter,each person is beautiful by himself; at the same time, each compliments others as a whole.


Each one has a purpose. Who has not enjoyed watermelon on a hot, summer day? Who has not sipped an ice cold lemonade and savored lemon meringue pie? Both are very different, yet enjoyed in some way or another. One may be a garnishment, have a unique flavor, or may even be the main attraction. You may be the one people call the fruit salad, you know, all mixed up,... but no worries, the truth of the matter is....we are all just a bunch of fruits!!!