my 1 follower

I have 1 follower. 1 person who has actively said they will follow my blog. I know who she is and I love her big style.

This is cool with me. Don't really want TONS of people following me around. That would be a bit creepy. I just like that I have 1 person that might check up on me sometimes if they have a spare few minutes. I don't even know if my husband knows I do this. I have told him a few times, but as he says:

'Did you ring the bell? How do I know what to pay attention to if you don't ring the bell?'

That is basically his way of saying that I talk too much and he would be happy to remember important stuff, but I have to indicate that it is important.

Anyway, my 1 follower. Feels kind of like Jesus in the early days, before he became like the Elvis of 'long long time ago'. Not that I am expecting to wake up one day and have a religious following. Not at all. Think I will just keep my 1, because that way, it isn't too much to keep up with.

When you have 1 kid, you think...this is great, we should have more of these! And then you do. And then you and your other half end up having coctails at the end of the night and thinking fondly back to when it was just you and the 1 small person and how easy that was. You wouldn't change the way it is now, but you affectionately remember those days before you got greedy for more.

I think that is why I like having just 1 follower. When I write, it is kind of for her. She is the one that has encouraged me to do this anyway, so maybe it can kind of be like a secret club. Just me scribbling down things when something funny happens and her reading them when she has time.
And my husband vaguely aware that his wife is tapping away at the keyboard but not remembering why.

rodent death

So Giles, the cat, just came in through the cat flap that we have duct taped to the window in the bed room. Another DIY success story for the Endres family.
Giles has starting making noises in the kitchen. I can see him from here...and the more I look at what he is doing, the more I know it is crunchy and has a tail.

Why do I feed this animal?

I will save you the visual.

Good news is that he just sauntered off, leaving the 'gross' but behind. It is ALL gross as far as I can tell but he seems to like some bits and others he deems not worthy of digestion.
Thank God Alex is almost home, hopefully he will take are of it. If not, I am just going to sit at this table and wait for the cleaner on Monday.

Insomnia and the aftermath

So, you know when you can’t sleep and you just lay in bed and you are SO tired and so you try to listen to really boring podcasts and lay really still which makes you even more twitchy and ultimately you feel like there are bugs in the bed so you get up and take ½ a xanex with a glass of wine, or two and watch TV until it all kicks in? Well, that was me last night…and then I got to work this morning (by the grace of God) only to discover that my boss was asking me hard questions in a Department wide management meeting and I was trying to answer, but was still a bit fuzzy from my midnight party so I just sat there looking busy and hoped it would go away

I then decided that what I really want to do is work at my favourite grocery store as a shelf stacker….or maybe a check out girl. But the way my life goes I will probably end up managing all the yahoos like I do now.

How can I get paid for NO responsibility? Surely this is possible. Alex says if I do something uncomplicated but REALLY dangerous, that those jobs are pretty well paid. But I don’t really want to deep sea dive off an oil rig or have to clean the nuclear power plant.

Ug…screw it….I’ll just keep playing the lottery. I am sure that will work out eventually.