Celery sticks with Peanut butter

That's what I'm noshing for my belated lunch. I had insomnia again from 3:30-5:30- it's been awhile since I've had to deal with that, and surprisingly it didn't make it any easier. I've decided to stop bitching in real life about lack of sleep to anyone because it doesn't do any effing good. Anytime you mention how tired you are due to pregnancy and lack of sleep and being up inexplicably for anywhere from 2-4 hours at a time in the dead of the night, I always get the most insensitive responses that are also just plain baffling. I'm not necessarily looking for pity but I don't want to hear the following responses either.

"What's so bad about that? You got back to sleep didn't you?" Yeah. I did. But uninterrupted sleep is ALWAYS better than interrupted, ESPECIALLY when you are awakened every hour to pee, get a drink of something, reaarrange yourself, your pillows, or your husband sawing logs next to you.

"Oh wow, well how many hours of sleep did you get? I find I only need four or five some nights. Really, people don't need that much sleep, do they" Uhhh, you may not need much but I do. In order to be a normal, functioning human being, I NEED 6-9 hours. In order to be a normal, functioning pregnant human being, I need 8-12 hours. I prefer a minimum of 8 hours of sleep no matter what though. I believe in sleep.

"I have insomnia all the time! Once, I stayed up for four days straight, it was totally no big deal." Ok, good for you, but I am to the stage of adulthood where it's no longer cool to talk about how long you can go without sleep. I'm a non-tweaker, folks. I don't believe that its so amazingly cool to go to class without having made it to bed the night before. I don't enjoy the idea of stumbling through my day manic of adrenaline and whatever else my body has got to pump through me just to keep me alive and functioning. Besides that I don't care about your OCD/Caffeine induced insomnia so you can play your damned Wii. This is different.

Ok now that I have that off my chest, I can move onto much more important things. Like having read Jennifer Aniston's interview in last month's Vogue, I found myself wanting to shriek at Anna Wintour, Who on earth cares that she's a 40-something year old "perpetual California girl"? I was bored to tears with this interview. *side note- I just got some celery stuck in my teeth- man I hate that.* People really care about this. They care about her vague statements about Brangelina, and about her love life with John Mayer, and about she just knows that she'll have kids someday. BTW Jenn, John Mayer is just about one of the ugliest musicians alive so he's probably good in the sack or something.

I'm vain and self-centered and materialistic, sure, sure. BUt I also like to read something once in awhile that makes me interested and interesting. I got neither out of this interview. Thank God the rest of the issue was laughable and semi-interesting. It always makes me giggle, in this time of economic crisis, lists from places like Vogue that issue "500 MUST HAVES for under $500" and Anna W waxes angelic on how distressing the economy is and how her mag wants to treat that delicately and blah blah blah. I understand that the new target audience of the mag is the woman who has her own money and isn't afraid to spend it, but come on, they need to watch where their money is going right now too.

Injun Jim came over the other night and it was an interesting night indeed. First he got his min boggled by how gigantic Pepper the Pug has gotten. Pepper is huge now, he's a stocky, sturdy little pack of pug power. Indeed, sometimes when I look at him, I kinda gag over how huge he's gotten. Then Jim-bo further got his mind bedraggled by watching one of our dvd's of the Nutcracker (as per Eva's demands) and this one has Maculay Culkin as the Nutcracker Prince. We had a really enjoyable time being horrible and racist and non-PC watching it. People would probably gag if they knew the horrible things that come out of my brain and mouth sometimes.

Then we started googling and youtubing various Indian and Pow Wow dances and various places on different reservations- how wierd does one get? I mean, really, this is how we spent a Friday evening. Jim was excited over his Christmas gifts, he oggled his three mini bottles of booze repeatedly. I hope he went home and got his drunk on with the equivalent of five shots of booze- max.

Alright I gotta log off for now. Other blogs need my attention and I gotta get ready for our move into a trailer-o-doom.

Peace out yo-

Chatterbox Sara