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Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Thoughts

10 minutes is too long to snooze.
Remember when my alarm clock mysteriously didn't go off? Turns out it had decided to kick the bucket, so I went out and purchased a new alarm clock. I was not warned that this new alarm clock uses a 10 minute snooze instead of the standard 7 minute. Those 3 extra minutes are totally messing up my snooze habit. With 7 minutes, I can manage to fall lightly back to sleep, and sometimes even dream a bit before being gently pulled back to consciousness. With 10 minutes, I fall much deeper asleep, and am just as startled when the alarm goes off again as I am with the original alarm. Furthermore, I can hit the 7 minute snooze 3 times in 21 minutes, but the 10 minute snooze only gets 2 hits in the same amount of time. I feel cheated out of a snooze.

If you use birth control to prevent having regular periods, when you do actually have a period, the crampage and PMS is SO MUCH WORSE than when you have them regularly.
Is this the price I have to pay to not bleed monthly? Ah well, it's still worth it. (Apologies to my male readers.)

I can not be trusted to make a pound of fudge last the entire holiday season.

Instead it lasted only a weekend. Now I'm afraid to step on the scale. So I think I'll avoid doing so until after I've had a few sessions of my cycling class in January. Looks like HealthQuest2008 will be receiving a 2009 update.

A watched mailbox never delivers law school admissions results.

I know it's too early, but every day when I come home from work, I search my mailbox for some word, any word, but nothing ever comes.

December is the worst time to get married or have a baby shower.
I will still buy you a gift, but it will likely not be as generous as it would be in, say, July.




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11 comments:

sovknight said...

A new blog! I've been missing your blogs.

1. One of my super powers is the ability to awaken at the appropriate time regardless of the situation. I've never needed an alarm clock. I do have one though, and I have had them in the past. I use them as a sort of backup or fail safe, and there have been a couple of occasions where they've saved me, but 99 times out of 100 I'll simply wake up a minute or two before the alarm sounds. I'm proud of this ability, although I feel like Aquaman (having a super power that's completely useless to the greater good)

I think it's just a matter of getting used to the new snooze cycle. Or, you could use a trick I've used in the past. Close your eyes, and set the time on the clock an indeterminate number of minutes ahead. Then, in the grogginess of morning, your brain can't process the time reliably, and when you see that it's time to get up, you do so, going about your morning chores. By the time you're fully awake and ready to go, you'll pleasantly discover you have extra minutes. The trick is never finding out how many minutes your alarm clock is ahead. Works like a charm.

2. Eewwww.

3. You ate an ENTIRE POUND of fudge in one weekend? Is that even physically possible? That's a huge chunk of diabetes waiting to happen. Wilford Brimley is sadly shaking his head in your direction.

4. One of these days your mailbox will be stuffed completely full of law school acceptance letters. They will be overflowing and spilling out onto the ground. Either that, or you have a dyslexic mailman and all of your neighbors are suddenly looking into careers as lawyers.

5. December should be off limits for: Birthdays, baby showers, weddings, bar mitzvahs, anniversaries, and sales of fudge.

:P

Sra said...

Ok, in my defense, Mr. E helped with the fudge. But I'm sure I handled most of it. And also, a pound of fudge is not as much fudge as you might imagine, because fudge is heavy stuff. And in spite of the fudge, I was able to do a completely new (to me) and difficult position in yoga yesterday, so I don't feel too bad.

I've been lacking in ideas for blogs. Well, I suppose that's not so much true as that I'm lacking the words to go with my ideas. My last post was just over a week ago, which really isn't that long ago, but in blogworld, I guess it's an eternity. But I think I have a fun photo blog to post later this week, if I can get my lazy butt to upload my photos instead of eating fudge.

Your internal alarm clock is a bizarre skill. In the few instances in which I have awakened before my alarm, I am always mad. I feel cheated of my last couple minutes of blissful slumber.

Natalie said...

i always rely on my husband's alarm to tell me when it is time to get up. after arriving in houston without the husband and his alarm i had to set my own. anytime i set my own i wake up a few minutes before it goes off every time. i don't like it much...feel cheated just like you!

and fudge...yum!

Kirsten said...

My snooze is 9 minutes. Always has been. I think the 7 minute idea sounds appealing though. Maybe even a 5 minute. I'm pretty sound asleep by the time the darn 9 minute snooze goes off again.

Also, let me tell you this, when you're preventing monthly periods through pregnancy, the "period" after the baby is born is something else altogether.

Sra said...

Fudge is yum. Evil, taste:delicious fudge.

I have never heard of a 9 minute snooze. What travesty is this?

Yet another reason never to have children...

jess said...

a five minute snooze is too long.

i've never heard of the 7 minute snooze.

i use my cell phone for an alarm clock - and guess what? i use a 15 minute snooze. i'm SUCH a lazy ass.

Sra said...

You haven't heard of the 7 minute snooze? Then check out The Rentals' song "My Head is in the Sun". It's all about snoozing for 7 minutes:

Seven More Minutes to hide away
Far from everyone
Seven More Minutes slide away
Somewhere in the sun
Somewhere far from everyone
My head is in the sun
Somewhere far from everyone
My head is in the sun

Good song.

It's not lazy to snooze for 15 minutes when you consider the fact that I repeatedly hit my snooze for at least a half hour. Which is why I feel gypped with the 10 minutes snooze, cause now I can only hit it three times. Sucks.

Sra said...

You haven't heard of the 7 minute snooze? Then check out The Rentals' song "My Head is in the Sun". It's all about snoozing for 7 minutes:

Seven More Minutes to hide away
Far from everyone
Seven More Minutes slide away
Somewhere in the sun
Somewhere far from everyone
My head is in the sun
Somewhere far from everyone
My head is in the sun

Good song.

It's not lazy to snooze for 15 minutes when you consider the fact that I repeatedly hit my snooze for at least a half hour. Which is why I feel gypped with the 10 minutes snooze, cause now I can only hit it three times. Sucks.

Kirsten said...

My snooze is 9 minutes. Always has been. I think the 7 minute idea sounds appealing though. Maybe even a 5 minute. I'm pretty sound asleep by the time the darn 9 minute snooze goes off again.

Also, let me tell you this, when you're preventing monthly periods through pregnancy, the "period" after the baby is born is something else altogether.

Sra said...

Ok, in my defense, Mr. E helped with the fudge. But I'm sure I handled most of it. And also, a pound of fudge is not as much fudge as you might imagine, because fudge is heavy stuff. And in spite of the fudge, I was able to do a completely new (to me) and difficult position in yoga yesterday, so I don't feel too bad.

I've been lacking in ideas for blogs. Well, I suppose that's not so much true as that I'm lacking the words to go with my ideas. My last post was just over a week ago, which really isn't that long ago, but in blogworld, I guess it's an eternity. But I think I have a fun photo blog to post later this week, if I can get my lazy butt to upload my photos instead of eating fudge.

Your internal alarm clock is a bizarre skill. In the few instances in which I have awakened before my alarm, I am always mad. I feel cheated of my last couple minutes of blissful slumber.

sovknight said...

A new blog! I've been missing your blogs.

1. One of my super powers is the ability to awaken at the appropriate time regardless of the situation. I've never needed an alarm clock. I do have one though, and I have had them in the past. I use them as a sort of backup or fail safe, and there have been a couple of occasions where they've saved me, but 99 times out of 100 I'll simply wake up a minute or two before the alarm sounds. I'm proud of this ability, although I feel like Aquaman (having a super power that's completely useless to the greater good)

I think it's just a matter of getting used to the new snooze cycle. Or, you could use a trick I've used in the past. Close your eyes, and set the time on the clock an indeterminate number of minutes ahead. Then, in the grogginess of morning, your brain can't process the time reliably, and when you see that it's time to get up, you do so, going about your morning chores. By the time you're fully awake and ready to go, you'll pleasantly discover you have extra minutes. The trick is never finding out how many minutes your alarm clock is ahead. Works like a charm.

2. Eewwww.

3. You ate an ENTIRE POUND of fudge in one weekend? Is that even physically possible? That's a huge chunk of diabetes waiting to happen. Wilford Brimley is sadly shaking his head in your direction.

4. One of these days your mailbox will be stuffed completely full of law school acceptance letters. They will be overflowing and spilling out onto the ground. Either that, or you have a dyslexic mailman and all of your neighbors are suddenly looking into careers as lawyers.

5. December should be off limits for: Birthdays, baby showers, weddings, bar mitzvahs, anniversaries, and sales of fudge.

:P

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