The other night, when I was laying in bed, I watched the digital clock beside me (that I got from the Leader Post from being such a good delivery boy 12 years ago) turn from 11:59 PM to 12:00 AM and that little AM light lit up. It occured to me that I have never seen that before. And an old thought occured to me–what other things go on in the night am I unaware of?
The question first came up, I imagine, when I was a little boy. My father reminded me of this. My dad would/does get up very early. 5AM, I think. He told me that when you were younger and if I had been travelling a lot you would wake up when I did to spend time with me. What a coot wittle boy I was (am). What the heck was he doing up so early? I had to know or maybe I actually did just miss him.
A little bit later in life, maybe around 10 I played for a Tier 1 hockey team (the one and only time). This would likely be the second time this has come up. I would have 5 AM practices. Insane. And I would be driven by my father and while the whole city slept, I rode wondering who else was awake?
Now, lets skip to this past summer. Everyday, waking up at 6:30 AM to fertilize lawns. I would be waltzing around peoples yards with a truck, a hose and a 100 gallons of chemical fertilizer and they were fast asleep, unknowing the things I was doing. It was really bizarre to be working while the majority of the city was asleep or at least not working yet.
And perhaps the best thing that goes on in the night. I already spilled the beans about talking in my sleep and JD being confused. Now, I am going to be really, really honest with you. Since being married (maybe I’m allergic to Leah?) I have had some of the WORST gas in my life. Seriously disturbing stuff. I think most of it has passed now, but apparently I was sleep farting the other night! Can you believe how awesome that is? Apparently, it woke Leah up because it smelled so bad and I didn’t even know. Well, of all the things that might happen during that night that I will never know of, this one might be the best.Â
Santa also goes bump in the night. Are you scared of the dark/Santa?
Let’s get this started early…
*rolls eyes*
Okay, Brenda… go!
(Lame to be the first to reply to my own post)
I can’t believe what I just read.
And now I know why JD is acting funny.
He told me that he was thinking about blogging about his nasty sleep farts. I didn’t realize it was a warning and he was going to really do it. It was gross the first time and it’s gross again reading about it.
About the gas–I think your long-johns are too tight. Or, now that I’ve thought about this some more, maybe they’re not tight enough.