Insomnia

Yeah, so this insomnia/oversleeping cycle I'm in right now is killing me.  I woke up at 11:30 today.  Not cool.  Yeah I'm a housewife and can get away with it, but I'd like to get SOMETHING accomplished in my day.  Right now I'm sitting here in the dark battling a killer headache and sipping wine.  Healthy, I know.  It's 5 o'clock somewhere.  =P

I'm trying to get back into posting in all my blogs and Twitter accounts.  I like sharing and feeling connected with the world.  And I wanna be famous, but I doubt that'll happen.  I like so many different things: geekery, motorcycling, crafting, cooking, singing.  I may feel more fulfilled by actively doing these things more and blogging about them.  BTW, Etsy shop is back up and in full swing:

http://www.etsy.com/shop/CelestialAxis

4 sales since I reopened this month!  So psyched.  Check it out.

So yeah, hopefully you'll be hearing more from me.

Drunk driving

Today is a serious post. I am absolutely horrified by a story I heard this morning. A mother in NY loaded her two children and three nieces into the car and drove the wrong way down the highway under the influence of alcohol and marijuana. She hit an SUV head-on and killed all three passengers in that vehicle, herself, her daughter, and her three nieces. Her son was the lone survivor.

Read the article here...

Another man in MA was arrested for drunk driving...for the 12th time! Why is he still on the road???

Read the article here...

The problem is, as Jon Keller said on WBZ radio this morning, people make the choice to drive drunk. They may have a drinking problem, and they may need help, but they make the choice to be selfish and risk lives by driving drunk. Maybe they're too cheap to take a cab, or they don't want the inconvenience of retrieving their car the next day, or they just don't care.

But they make that choice.

Luckily, no one I know has ever been injured by a drunk driver. It has not affected my life directly. I do feel for the people affected by them, because I am far too empathetic and sensitive sometimes. I grieve for that little boy who survived and will probably be mentally scarred for life with survivor's guilt (he's five years old; he'll remember). I cry for the lives wasted, the futures that will never be, and the absolute horror of how preventable these tragedies are.

It sickens me. And it will never end.

Getting carded

I get carded for a variety of reasons. My height (I'm 4'11"), my hair (I recently got bangs and they make me look a bit younger), etc. I'm 27, so I'm still in a reasonable range for carding. But Saturday, I got carded for a brand new reason: my voice.

I walked in, grabbed two 6-packs of beer, and put them on the counter. He rang them up, I handed him my debit card. He asked me, "Credit or debit?" and I answered, "Debit." That was when he asked for my ID.

See, when I talk to strangers, I use my "polite voice," which is a bit higher than my casual speaking voice. I don't do it on purpose, and sometimes people giggle when I talk to them normally but answer the phone in a completely different voice. It's just one of my quirks.

Apparently, my "polite voice" also makes me sound younger. I actually got carded because I "sound" young. I find that hilarious.

Anyone else have any funny reasons for getting carded?