Nick Postagulous
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Nightmare
The norm for me these days is to wake up in the middle of the night. It's always around 1:30 or 2 and I'll think it's about 10 minutes before my alarm goes off at 5:35, I'll look at my watch, see what time it is, and fall back asleep. I used to not be able to get back to sleep that quick, but I'm getting better at it.
What woke me up last night was the dream I was having. It was a nightmare, but a very subtle one. I wasn't being chased or hunted or falling. We had gotten a phone call from Alison's mom. She said that Nina was over at her place. We said no, that Nina was here in her crib. We checked and there was no Nina in her crib. Alison's mom said that someone had found her walking down the street. Then I woke up.
I think you have to be a parent to totally understand the total "oh, crap"ness of that. Maybe not. But it freaked me out. I almost went down stairs to check on Nina.
TV or Lack Thereof
The only show that I'm actually watching on TV, besides maybe a Forensic Files while I eat dinner every third night or so, is Amazing Race. And Amazing Race 6 just ended. I got no TV.
But it's not like I'm watching TV anyhow. I still haven't watched the 2 hr finale of The Amazing Race that happened on Tuesday. I'll probably watch it tonight or tomorrow.
But I have been watching Nina's TV. Dumb ol' Maisy, Blue, the stinkin' Wiggles, I spit in their general direction. I'm pretty tired of kid shows. I am just so glad that she doesn't watch Teletubbies and that Barney is 12 years out of style. Oh, and Play with Me Sesame. Gah, I can't stand that show. Ernie is irritating. Bert is irritating. Prairie Dawn is tolerable. Grover is ok. But they only have about 30 different segments that they use. And since there are about 10 per show, seeing the same crap over and over really gets to me.
The two headed monster with the newspaper has to be my most hated, least favorite. My favorite segment is when we have the art show with Prairie Dawn. Interesting to see these drawings which look like they're from disturbed children. I mean, whole pages covered in red and black scribbles is a cry for help, yo.
