The strange things people do in their sleep…

I do weird things in my sleep, or so I’ve heard.

It’s kind of funny, when thinking about it, that people who would be in the know about what I do in my sleep never deem it worthy to inform me of those things in a reasonable time frame.

I didn’t find out that I talk in my sleep until I was 22 years old – while my husband was deployed – and walked out into my parents living room one day only for them to ask me, “Were you talking on the phone last night?”

Um, no.

So, after being informed that they’d heard me talking, I decided to call Best Friend. I asked, “Do I talk in my sleep?”

Her response was, “Yeah.”

That was one of those how could I know that if you didn’t tell me?! moments.

Countless sleepovers throughout the years (we used to spend all weekend and nearly every day of summer and school breaks together), and she NEVER TOLD ME.

I’ve been known to sleep with my legs straight up in the air, tickle my arms, and do all sorts of EXTREMELY strange things. I think those two things are enough for anyone to know in that department. Too much, actually.

Yes, I tickle my arms in my sleep sometimes. I know it’s weird. TRUST ME; I know it’s weird.

Talking in my sleep was the most disturbing of things I’d heard I did by far. Needless to say that when my husband was preparing to return home from that deployment . . . I was afraid, despite having slept next to him for however long before that unwanted parting.

I’m unsure how long it took for Husband to inform me that I do not SPEAK in my sleep. I mumble – incoherent words that my brain must know, but not want let out. I’m a mumbler in general though, so I shouldn’t be so surprised. Still, I AM surprised, as my mouth is a constant frustration-inducer (it so rarely does what I want it to). I’ve mumble-sang in my sleep once before. That was interesting to hear about.

After so long of being irritated that nobody deemed these things worthy of telling me, I’m kind of glad now. Husband and I were talking about this a few days ago, and I got so uncomfortable at some of the things I do (the mumbling, which I wake him up doing because sometimes I apparently argue with myself, or some unknown person in my dreams [I call it fair because he wakes me up grinding his teeth and giving me the occasional *knee-jerk* in the rear], heavy sighs that also wake him up [I suppose I’m as discontent in my sleep as I tend to find myself while awake . . . such is the curse of nothing ever being good enough to suit me]) that I’d rather ignore the fact it happens at all.

Now, my husband also does some things in his sleep. There’s the teeth-grinding, which has lessened significantly from when he and I first met. But he, also, talks in his sleep. Not as often as I do, because I allegedly do it nearly every time I sleep, but when he does . . . it’s clear.

While in Alabama a few months ago, he woke me up doing such a thing and the only two words I heard were, “Soul cairn.” He’d been playing Skyrim and he loves video games in general (as do I, but his love for them goes above and beyond). What can I say? There’s not often that I can wake up out of a dead-sleep and laugh my ass off; I usually don’t consider myself awake until I’ve had my eyes open for at least an hour. I did that day. I laughed for several days about that. I’m laughing about it again now.

But there was a one or two week time period about two months ago that was just . . . unprecedented. I’ve only heard him say things in his sleep a few times (which might be due to the fact that I am generally a HEAVY sleeper), so when it happened three times in that time period . . . I don’t even know.

Once, he woke me up laughing. I asked, “What are you laughing at?”

He was dreaming about a dude on skis falling.

Once, while he was napping, I asked him where the extension cord was. He said, “It’s under the fish tank.” This was after we’d returned to Kentucky. Our fish tank is still in Alabama, with our former roommate. He didn’t know he’d said it until I managed to wake him up by VERY firmly saying, “THE FISH TANK IS NOT HERE.” He informed me he was dreaming about the fish tank that time.

The one that will forever stick with me was me walking into the bedroom to inform him I was going over to my mamaw’s to eat potato soup (I believe). He sat straight up in bed and literally almost shouted, “Good day!” at me. I thought he was saying it just to say it, as he seemed completely coherent and being strange/random isn’t off-base for him. Imagine my surprise later when I bring it up and get the scrunched-eyebrows-confused-face and, “Did I really?”

Good day! is now a running joke with us, understandably so.

I’ll probably regret posting about the weird things I do in my sleep, but who really cares?

Hopefully somebody gets a laugh out of it.

Peace, Small Breaks, and More Editing

So here we are at the beginning of that second break in time.

I’ve finished with the editing (yes, I know that was fast, but I didn’t have to do much to it, apart from the suggested changes and a few minor things here and there), and have sent it off. I reckon the next few days will give a clear indication of how that whole thing will pan out. I’ve gotten about ten different earfuls from my mom about it, but that’s neither here nor there. My mom likes to give earfuls.

Anywho, as I said – break in time. I was supposed to have my normal computer chair when this point of time was happening, but alas . . . I do not. Our things got pushed back two days, meaning that it will all get here tomorrow. Tomorrow is much better than another week or something, so I’m happy. I’m contemplating not sleeping at all (so I can avoid that air mattress),  but I’m a big fan of sleep and don’t know if I could manage it. Probably couldn’t.

Either way, I will finally get caught up with some reading of blogs on here tonight. So yaaay. I’ll just be having at least one of my legs go numb in abooooout . . . I’d give it five minutes or so, if that.

I’ll be super busy again starting tomorrow, due to all of our belongings getting here – setting up rooms and the like. Then I promised to do some hanging out with a couple of friends this weekend and I’ve already flaked out once in the past week (due to working, which is just about the most legitimate reason to flake out there). I’m curious to see how much stuff I can actually get done over the next few days.

Does anyone else out there feel like the things that other people consider ‘taking breaks’ are more stressful than continuing on with things? I know that I always stress about how many other things I should be doing when I’m having fun and whatnot. Of course, I’m weird, so that might be why. Just an errant thought.

At least all of this will keep me occupied while I’m waiting to hear back from the editor, so that’s good news.

I hoped for sunshine and good feelings for everyone in my last entry.  I’ll hope for peaceful and stress-free days for everyone in this one.

🙂

 

Tired Rambling Pops Thought Bubbles…

So, Husband and I are all done with the actual moving part of the move…at least where it pertains to our physical selves.  Our things won’t be here for another five days or so, so we’re functioning as minimalists at the moment.  I’ve got the things I need (my laptop for working purposes, my computer for…er…uhm…computing purposes), and he’s got the things he needs (his XBox, his case of games, and our smallest TV).  Then we’ve got the cat and dog, of course.  That was a fun trip with the animals, let me tell you.

I’m still physically recovering from the speed-loading that we did a few days ago.  Me carrying a giant, awkward desk that’s at the end of its rope down stairs?  Well…let’s just say that it wasn’t very pretty.  It was kind of embarrassing, actually – the entire moving process, with me carrying anything that weighed over two pounds or so.  I think I might need to go to the gym and *cue music in my head* get ta workin on mah fitness.

…………..

I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for just typing that.  Maybe nobody will get it and just think that I’m insane.  That would probably be best.  And it was a joke, mostly.  I can just go shovel rocks or something, which sounds like WAY more fun (that’s just my opinion…to each their own).

No, but really, my body feels pretty shot at the moment.  I’m having doubts as to whether my feet will ever recover and return to normalness.  Normality.  Oh.  Apparently normality is a word.  That’s nice to know.

I PROBABLY should not be blogging right now, given that my brain seems to be lacking its usual functionality.  I knew that functionality was a word, but I’m not sure it’s entirely appropriate to have been used there.  Maybe it was.  Oh well.  I’m sure anybody reading this will know what I meant if it wasn’t.  This is generally the time that I’m most awake during the day (night), but my sleep schedule is still wonky.  By wonky, I mean that I’ve been waking up in the *gasp* morning, and going to sleep right around now.  Meaning…I’m tired.  And my leg is asleep from this HORRENDOUS chair that I’m required to sit on to compute at the moment.  I don’t know how my leg being asleep is relevant to the fact that I shouldn’t be typing anything right now, but………uhm………Yep.

Anyway.  Things are strange here.  Which is strange, me saying that, given that I’ve lived here most of my life (on and off).  Easy how quickly and completely I can forget things.  Things are much more simple, yet so much more complicated in some ways.  I’ll blame my lack of remembering the latter of those to some sort of purposeful forgetfulness.

To explain.

I am beyond physically exhausted.  Even after a few days of coming here, I haven’t recovered.  I’ve said that already, I know.  The point is…I haven’t sat down for more than an hour at a time since I got here.

I’ve walked around, I’ve helped my mom and my mamaw cook, I’ve cut up strawberries for shortcakes and cobblers.  I’ve picked some of those strawberries.  I’ve shelled some peas (yuck to the eating).  I’ve paced while talking on the phone.  I’ve done more walking around.  And then more walking.  And then a little more.

My feet freaking HUUUURT.

But anyway, I’ve gotten so bored during all the spaces between.  Apart from one bit of not-moving-in-between where I worked on a few technical errors in my book.  I was expecting that to take me days upon days upon days.  Nope.  That was my thing to do – my thing to keep myself occupied.  Now, I’ve got a whole lotta nothin’.  Oh my god, I’m even typing that way now.  I apologize.  Which reminds me…I heard my accent coming back out at some point either today or yesterday.  I didn’t lose it completely (it’s the way I talk), but I said something (don’t ask me what it was because I don’t have a clue) and it made my eye twitch.  It’s always so much worse when I’m around my family.  Why in the world am I even talking about this?  Because I’m tired rambling, that’s why.

Back to boredom.  I’m bored.

I could’ve typed this up yesterday, technically, since we set the computer up and all that.  I’m going to be totally honest and say that I didn’t want to.  I honestly don’t want to right now.  This chair is so uncomfortable.  SO.  UNCOMFORTABLE.  I was going to say that it’s almost as bad as sitting on a rock, but you know what?  I would rather be sitting on a rock.

I have a bit more time left before heading off to bed (YAAAAAAAY for air mattresses……Did anyone hear the sarcasm?  I hope so…)…so, when I’m done with this, I’m going to do as I said and do some looking around on here.  I’ll probably have a million blogs to catch up on reading.  That’s fine though.  I can guarantee I won’t get done with that today.  Probably not even tomorrow.  But I WILL get it done.  And it will give me something to do during the between times, when I have them.  Also………..crap.  Lost my little thought bubble there.

I’m antsy to get back to work.  You have no idea.  I’ll calm down whenever that happens.

 

 

I realize that I didn’t make any of the points I intended to make when I started writing this thing.  Well, that’s wrong.  I made a few of them, but not as well as I’d intended because I’m tired.  No big deal.

I’ll give more updates about what’s going on with the book (where it’s at, or where it’s going) whenever things are a bit more set in stone.  I’m trying to work out details at the moment.  And now I’m thinking about Merlin (sword in the stone) and wishing I could watch season five.  I’m whimpering a little on the inside right now.  I love that show.  You have no idea.

 

 

Liebster Blog Award

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So, I got nominated for the Liebster Blog Award earlier by Briana Vedsted (you can find her at  http://whenibecameanauthor.wordpress.com/  – thanks Briana! ).  I was more than a little confused as to what it was (because, at first glance, all that came to mind were those 100 question surveys I used to fill out when I was bored on MySpace several years ago), so I did a little investigating on the matter.  What I discovered was pretty neat.  Basically, it seems to be a way for lesser known blogs to all connect with one another (or something along those lines).  Liebster translates to dearest in German, which gives it an undeniable, “Awwww,” factor…

Onward.

The Rules:

1)      Copy a picture of the award thingy somewhere (might take me awhile to figure out how to do that) into the post.  (Look, there it is.)

2)      Link back to the person who nominated you. (Check)

3)      List 11 random facts about yourself.

4)      Nominate 11 other bloggers to pass it along to (it goes unsaid that you should link to their blogs so the people reading yours can check them out…Well, I suppose that it IS said now).

5)      Notify those 11 other bloggers about their nomination.

6)      Ask 11 questions for your nominees to answer.

7)      Answer the 11 questions asked by your nominator.

When doing research about this, I saw somewhere that the original numbers were not eleven, but whatever.  Eleven is supposed to be a good number, isn’t it?  That’s what they say, anyway.  They say a lot of things, but that’s neither here nor there.  (There should be eleven rules to this, if we’re keeping up the trend.  Rule maker?  Where are you?)

Eleven Random Facts About Me:

1)      I despise odd numbers.  If I can see any sort of clock when I’m waking up, I will not get out of bed until that clock hits an even number.  Numbered volume?  Even.  Numbered speedometer?  Even.  I’m not as bad about it as I used to be (fits would ensue), but it still irks me.  Sometimes, I try to just not look at numbered things if it’s something that would bother me (not all things do).  Non-numbered clocks never bother me.  Yes, it’s weird.  I’m not ashamed of it.

2)      I can’t read books while I’m writing books.  I made about…two(ish?) exceptions while working on my second series.  No matter how much I love reading, writing is a more fulfilling experience for me.  When I’m working, I don’t want any other stories taking up residence inside of my head.  Bad for my working methods.

3)      Speaking of working methods – that reminds me of something else.  I despise noise if I’m not making it.  Outside noises, other people doing things that we all do (key-jingling, pen-tapping, etc.).  I grew up right on the verge of being in ‘the sticks’.  I like quiet.  I like peace.  I can’t work with noise.  I can’t think with noise.  (This is another thing that will induce ‘fits’, but when using that word in both of these instances, I mean a mental fit [for example – feeling the need to type things like ghasdhgjksdhgjshjfd in a bad way].  I can almost always manage to stay composed in any given situation and politely ask, “Will you stop that, please?”).  My dad will make noises like that intentionally around me.  I generally use the word please the first two times, but I’ll get rid of it after that.

4)      I may talk a lot (A LOT), but I’m a very quiet person.  I don’t speak loudly; I mumble most of the time (difficult when your husband has hearing problems).  When I’m at home, I rarely speak at all.  But when I’m talking to people that I don’t see on a daily basis?  I don’t shut up.  I’ve never been ‘loud’ though.  Both of my parents are big mumblers as well.

5)      I make makeup and nail polish in my spare time.  Wholesale websites have got a little too much business from me (being one person and just doing it for a hobby), but I enjoy it and I use it.  It’s a fun thing to do when you’ve got nothing else planned, but it can be extremely messy.  I believe there’s glitter inside every crevice of electronics that my husband and I own.  I’m glad that he doesn’t have a problem with it.  He’d be pretty miserable if he did (or if he was one of those guys that – for some reason – is terrified of glitter).

6)      I have a thing for fuzzy socks and pajama pants.  I don’t know what it is, but I will wear them until it’s so hot that I can’t stand it.  I’ll still wear my robe in the middle of summer sometimes.  I should probably throw it away, but I just can’t force myself to do it.  That robe (and those fuzzy socks and PJ pants) kept me warm(ish) many a night while sitting in my shed mid-winter writing my books.  They hold a special place in my heart.

7)      I have some guns and a bow that I enjoy shooting (responsibly) very much.  Since moving, I have no space to do that safely so they’re just sitting here taunting me.  It’s one of many things that make me miss home.

8)      I’ve traveled quite a few places (even lived in quite a few), but Kentucky will ALWAYS be home to me.  Every time that I go somewhere else, I get a quick reminder of why my home state is so beautiful and amazing.  I want to move back there, but not to my hometown.  And yes…we wear shoes.  I have about a million pairs of them, in fact (clear exaggeration).  Yes, we can read and write.  Yes, we go to school.  No, we are not all unintelligent ‘hillbillies’.  You wouldn’t believe all of the things that people assume about Southerners – ESPECIALLY people from Kentucky.  It’s quite ridiculous.

9)      I’m an avid UK basketball fan.  I watch every game that I can and talk about the ones that I can’t with my dad (or my mom, who mostly complains about one thing or another with it).  UK basketball is a big deal with most of the people in my family (my sweet little mamaw included).  I even got my husband (who is from a different state) watching it and loving it.

10)   I love video games.  My all-time favorite is Final Fantasy VII.  I’m sure Husband enjoys that about me; it makes his life much easier, I would imagine.

11)   I don’t like soda.  I could blame it on the carbonation (which feels like acid to me when it’s going down), but I’ll occasionally drink a flavored carbonated water, or an energy drink.  Coffee is generally my go-to beverage of choice.

The Eleven People I’m Nominating:  (I’m not sure how many followers any of these people have, and this whole thing seems to be about lesser known blogs, but…how am I supposed to know if they don’t have a counter?  You should check all of them out though.)

http://bnbrown10.wordpress.com

http://ajburch.wordpress.com

http://ruralhabituation.wordpress.com

http://njmagas.wordpress.com

(Yes, I can count.  I was trying to pay attention to both followers [where I could], and whether it was obvious or not if they’d received this before…Both of those things eliminated quite a lot of my already short list.  We’ll say that’s MY number eleven in this instance…)

Eleven Questions For The ‘Eleven’ People I Nominated:

1)      Reading: Digital, or Paper?

2)      What is your favorite place in the world (could be a city, a state, or even something more specific, such as a room), and why?

3)      Cats or dogs?

4)      What is your favorite holiday, and why?

5)      What is your favorite thing to do to pass the time (this does not include your occupation if you love it, unless it’s the only thing that you enjoy doing)?

6)      What is the most frustrating thing to you in the entire world?

7)      Who is the person that you most look up to in your life?

8)      When writing (in any form), what is the most helpful thing for you to have during (for example, a cup of coffee, or background noise)?

9)      Your dream job?

10)   What do you believe is the best thing about you?

11)   What is your biggest hope/aspiration in life?

The Eleven Questions Asked By My Nominator:

1)      What is your pet peeve?

–          More things bother me than they probably should.  Hmm…I was going to say something else, but I’ve changed my mind.  I believe the one thing that bothers me more than anything else in the entire world is people only doing things halfway – not putting in the work required, but expecting the results of it.  If we’re talking about minor annoyances, I will spare you all of the long list.

2)      Where would you like to go on vacation?

–          England, Ireland, Scotland (also Rome, Russia, etc.).  Anywhere with a lot of history.  I know nothing about architecture, but I think it can be remarkably beautiful.  I would love to see some of it.  And I would also like to see where my family came from…at least the family that I’ve got traced back.  A lot of my favorite actors are British.  Running into one of them?  Unlikely, but still more likely there than it is here.  That would be awesome.  Could you just IMAGINE running into Matt Smith at a pub (I can’t even imagine GOING to a pub)?  I’d probably pass out before I could get the words, “New companion…do you need one?” out of my mouth.

3)      Who is your favorite singer?

–          I don’t necessarily have a favorite singer.  In fact, I generally have a difficult time picking a favorite anything…comes with the territory of being indecisive.  As of now, my favorite band is Geographer.  Michael Deni’s voice, coupled with Blaz and Ostreicher’s instrumental talent, all tied together with some of the most AMAZING lyrics I have ever heard or read?  Well…it’s about as freaking close to musical perfection as anything my ears have ever experienced.  (If you’re interested, there is an acoustic version of their song “Verona” that is just…beyond words – the link is  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8d4Tx_hW9M ).  I don’t see that favorite changing.  They’re incomparable to me.

4)      Do you have a nickname?

–          I have quite a few of them, actually.  Almost all of my friends call me something different.  I prefer not to be called by my full first name – not that I don’t like it because I do, but it just feels weird when I hear it; there are some exceptions to that rule.  Given that this is in some way a ‘work’ blog (because I talk about my work) and I won’t be publishing under my legal name, anyone on here can just call me C.  Actually…anyone in the world could call me C and I would be more than fine with it.

5)      Is there something you collect, i.e. stamps, rocks, dried flowers…

–          I ‘collect’ quite a lot of things.  R has called me a hoarder on more than one occasion, but I most certainly am not.  I only collect my favorite things.  Books, make up (mostly eye shadow and nail polish), clothes, shoes, and movies.  I guess that you could also count pictures in there as well.  My mom is an avid rock collector, believe it or not.  If you get around her, expect to be held up for at least an hour while she shows you her collection.  Some of them are pretty cool, but it’s not my thing.  Although I do have a few of them she gave me that I keep close.  Only a few.  I used to collect stickers when I was little.  Okay, okay…I still have a shoe box with some of those somewhere.  Okay.  Yeah, I have some yarn.  And puzzles.  But those are just ‘occupy time’ things.  >.>

6)      If you could go back in time for a day, what year would you go to?

–          I’m all about moving forward and only looking backwards to keep track of where you’ve been to ensure that you’re not stepping over your own old tracks.  I honestly can’t say there is a single moment I would want to relive more than moving forward.  But for the sake of choosing and answering the question?  2011 – The day my husband came home from his deployment.  Good day.  Very happy day.

7)      What is your favorite color?

–          Cobalt blueish (grayish, silvery blue), and dark purple.  See, I have problems picking singular favorite things.

8)      What smell reminds you of home?

–          Green.  Plants, grass, trees.  Good things after barren times, rebirth after dormancy.  And dirt.  The latter might not sound pleasant, but it most certainly is.  Makes me think about my mom’s garden.  Results yielded from hard work.

9)      What was your first pet?

–          I’ve had a great many pets in my life.  My first favorite pet was a Labrador Retriever/Golden Retriever mix.  She was the only good dog that I’d ever had, until Pig.  I had her from second grade until right after I turned 18.  I never thought I would love another more.

10)    What is your most prized possession?

–          If we’re speaking of physical things, it would be my books.  Hard work.  But the thing I cherish most in my life are the loving relationships that I have with the people I care about/the people who care about me.  I don’t care if that sounds cliché; it’s true.

11)    Name your favorite book off the top of your head.

–          I’m sure most people have a favorite book, but this is another of those things for me.  Not counting mine (I’m close to them and of COURSE they’re my favorites, what can I say?), some of my favorites include Graceling by Kristen Cashore (I’m not as big a fan of the two that followed, but I LOVED the first), The Infernal Devices series by Cassandra Clare (I’m not as big a fan of The Mortal Instruments as I am TID), and I love the two series that Richelle Mead has out (Rose is probably one of the most ass-kicking female main characters I’ve ever seen in a book.  I love her…most of the time).  There are also a few Stephen King novels that are as near and dear to my heart as any of his books could possibly be to a heart (I probably began reading his books WAY too early in my life, but I can attribute a good deal of my vocabulary knowledge to him).

Okay, a little endnote here.  Most people that I’ve seen who did this thing didn’t answer questions as in-depth as I did.  I answered them in that way for two reasons.  One, I am long-winded.  Two, I am generally not very OUT THERE when I blog, so I figured this would be a good way for people to get to know a few things about me that they otherwise wouldn’t.

I’m very much looking forward to reading the questions my fellow bloggers fill out.

Have a good day/night everyone.