No Rain

Since it's been so damn dry, I'm going to shoot for a little reverse psychology. Not to mention this song is probably my favorite from the Rio album. 

Random Night Noises

Well, here's my first blog post. I figured it would have been something earth-moving, fireworks, or make people stop and ponder life. Nope, thanks to sleep deprivation here's my first post. Don't you love waking up in the middle of the night from a sound sleep to an odd noise? I did just that last night, well early this morning about 2 a.m. to be exact. I think what actually woke me up was the vibrations I was feeling, and no nothing kinky was going on. Roused from my slumber, I get out of bed, turn on the bathroom light and try to pinpoint the source of the sound. The dim light from the bathroom didn't shed any light on the situation. I turn on the bedroom light, staring up at the ceiling. I know it had to look very Carol Anne from Poltergeist, me in my pajamas, light on at 2 a.m., staring at the ceiling. I go to wake my daughter, only to discover she's not in her bed. Now my mind is like a lioness, ready, alert, and will do anything to protect her family. I run down stairs to a semidark home. Youngest son insisted on sleeping on the air mattress in the living room, so he's asleep, but a light is on in the kitchen. I check the garage, my car is still there. Where the hell is the daughter? I shoot her off a text, and wake up son number one to see if he knows where his sister is. Nope. Ah! Panic is really setting in by now. But wait, what did I wake up for in the first place? Oh yeah, the noise. Ask the oldest if he would come into the bedroom to see if he can hear anything or is it my imagination. Thankfully, it's not in my mind. He too can hear the noise. Phone buzzes, daughter texts to let me know she had to go solve the worlds problems of her bff. Grrr, next time let me know when you leave the house. For all I knew, aliens had abducted her. Chatted with her by text, giving her some advice to pass along to her bff. All the while trying to figure out what that damn noise was. Squirrels in the attic? Roof on the verge of collapse? Zombies out there with their long fingernails scratching at the roof, trying to make their way in? Wait! I make my way back down the stairs, the ceiling fan in the living room is on. Could it be? Could this be the source of my late-night arousal? I flick the switch, creep back up the stairs, and crawl back in bed. Listening. Silence. Success! I flip through the channels to find something boring to lull me back to sleep. What do I tune it to? Billy the Exterminator battling millions of cockroaches! Ew, but what the heck. Daughter hitches a ride home, gives me the low down, slinks off to bed. Oh what a night!