Up In The Night

It's 4:51 am. I have been awake since 3:20 am. This happens frequently. My four year old comes and tries to get in bed with me. I cuddle him for a few minutes then get up and take him potty. Then, I go lay him back down and take his cup downstairs to get a drink for him. I climb the stairs, give him his drink, and go lay back down. But I am wide awake. Sometimes I'll lay there for awhile. Then, I have to go potty, and I have to eat something. After all that, there is no hope for sleep until probably 6am and then I just have to get up in an hour or so to take care of the children. So, it's a good thing I have the Internet to keep me company on nights like tonight, because seriously, I hate infomercials.

Arrrggggg! or Why I will Never Pre-Order From Amazon Again, Even if it is Cheap.

Emily has read it. Amy has read it. My old friend Andrea has read it. I almost accidently read a spoiler yesterday on the Internet. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I WANT MY COPY OF BREAKING DAWN, AND I WANT IT NOW!

Found in a Box

While rummaging through an old box I found some old treasures. Most interesting of these being a stack of concert tickets. Seems like there should be more.

1 concert ticket to:
Neil Diamond 8-30-99
Elton John 8-11-98
Reba and Brooks & Dunn 12-10-97
Reba and John Micheal Montgomery 11-12-94
Brooks & Dunn And Reba 11-28-98
Ricky Martin 11-27-99
The Osmond Family Christmas 12-18-95
U2 Popmart Tour 5-3-97
Colin Raye and Terri Clark 5-21-99

and 3 unused Styx tickets 7-17-97

Trouble Getting Financial Aid

My husband has enrolled in classes for this fall. Everything has really been falling into place, until we hit a snag with the financial aid. This story is really quite sad if you think about it. You see, 17 years ago tomorrow, my husband turned 18. This lucky little boy was given a stripper for his birthday-BY HIS DAD. Unfortunately, Dad of the year neglected to mention the federal law that requires all males to register for the draft within thirty days of turning 18. My reaction to the news that my husband never registered- Are you serious? You never registered? His response- No. Registered for what?

We have contacted the Selective Service and they agreed to send a document to my husband that states that he should not be denied any rights because he never registered. Unfortunately, this is not a guarantee that he will get the financial aid he needs. That is up to the College to decide.

But seriously, the draft? They haven't used the draft since 1974. Vietnam, people! While on hold, my husband put the phone on speaker. I forget the exact wording, but the manly voice said that the draft was an Armed Forces Security Insurance or something. I was so offended. Insurance? These are men with lives we are talking about. Anyway, it seems our country is doing just fine in our little wars without the draft.

So, do you know if your husband registered? Because, it just never occurred to me to ask.

My Twilight Review

As I stated in an earlier post, I have been re-reading the Twilight series before the fourth book comes out in 4 days!(Hurray!) The first time I read these books, I was obsessed. I could not get over them. I thought about the Vampires all the time. I wasn't alone in my obsession. Nearly every female I knew was obsessed too. I never really thought about why. This time through however, I have been thinking about why these books are such a phenomenon. I know why I like them. First off, Bella is a little pathetic. I can totally relate to pathetic. And secondly, vampires are sexy. I love Vampires. I think it started in Junior High. The French teacher at Churchill Jr. High, Madame Hardy, would show the classic, Dracula with Bella Lugosi in French with no subtitles. I had no idea what they were saying, and maybe it was the French language but it just seemed so romantic. (Yes, I'm weird. I think The Empire Strikes Back is romantic too.) So why does everyone else like the Twilight books? I'm not exactly sure, but I have a theory.

What little girl wouldn't want a guy to be totally about her? He gets himself transferred into all her classes, he holds her while she sleeps, he saves her clumsy butt every two seconds. At one point he even says "My life is about you now." PUH-LEASE! Sounds like my young, teenage girl fantasy come true. It doesn't even stop there. Then comes the other guy who is totally in love with her too. Come on already! So mostly I think women/girls love these books because it backs up all the fairy tales we tell our little girls about love and marriage.

Okay, enough of that. I still like these books, just not as much as the first time I read them.

The Sound Track of my Life

On Stephenie Meyer's website, she lists all the music she was listening to while writing her books. Most of the stuff I had never heard of. It did get me thinking about the music of my life. You know, the songs that bring a flood of memories when you hear them. My cousins will forever tease me about the song "I am a rock" by Simon and Garfunkel. Apparently when I was eight, I drove them all crazy by playing the song over and over in the car. I vaguely remember the incident. I think of my older brothers when I hear "Oh what a night" because it came on the radio once while we were driving home from one of our dutch oven breakfast in the canyon. They both started singing along and basically jamming out to it. REO Speedwagon, Erasure, 10,000 Manics, the sound track to Newsies and Aladdin bring memories of my sister. I will always think of Taylor when I hear a Dave Matthews band song on the radio. It drove me crazy that he blared DMB while he was in the shower. They Might be Giants makes me think of a couple of neighbor boys who would come hang out with my family on Sundays. We would sit in the basement and hold our very own concerts featuring songs from the John Henrie album. Maybe we would go for a midnight Taco Bell run after, if we didn't have school the next day. There are too many songs and memories to write about them all. Good times, good times.

What songs are on your life's sound track?

I have a confession to make.

My 100 things about me was not my 100th post. It was my 99th. I'm such a liar.