MORE RANDOM ACTS OF BLOGGING

1) I should probably rename this blog "Random Acts of Blogging" shouldn't I?  Heehee.  I can't help it! This is what being in my head is like.  It's all random acts of something!

2) I feel kind of blah.  Do you ever have blah days?  You don't feel necessarily bad or good, you're just...existing? That's me today. I don't think I've been sleeping well, to be honest.  I have a hard time going to sleep, but when I finally do I wake up every morning around 3:00 AM and just stay awake until I fall asleep again a couple of hours later.  Then I sleep so hard that I have a difficult time getting out of bed to get to work!  It's an odd feeling, this blahness.  Eh, well, I'd rather be blah than depressed or sad!  Look! There is a silver lining!

3) We went to a "haunted cave" event at Cathedral Caverns on Saturday night and it was fun!  I don't know if this is the first time that they held this particular event, but it was really crowded and I was glad to see we weren't the only adults there without kids.  We went for Anthony's birthday, which I didn't realize was on Saturday (I am a bad friend.)  The haunt itself wasn't really scary.  I'd say it was probably on par with your local Jaycee's haunted house staffed with high school kids and what not. Well, except for one tunnel that had been built along the trail that was creepy. I wasn't sure if someone was going to jump out at me and it was very dark, so I closed my eyes and ran face first into a wall, and there was a big, plastic spider, which Steve didn't appreciate, but other than that it was kind of tame. Actually, walking through the cavern was the eeriest part, because it's already so big and quiet. They had a fog machine and red lights going, and I imagine that there must be parts of hell that look a lot like that, but otherwise it was just silly fun! I started to feel bad for the actors along the trail, because they were trying their level best to scare us, so I started to pretend I was scared towards the end so that they didn't feel like they were wasting their time.

There was one guy in our group that kind of killed the mood for all of us from the beginning. I mean, obviously it wasn't going to be terrifying, but he spent the whole walk through the thing being kind of an asshole to the actors. Someone would jump out at him and he was say (loudly) "oh, awesome." and things like that. He was very obviously trying to be the coolest guy in the cave, I guess. At the end we overheard him say "Well, it wasn't scary at all. They'd jump out at me and I'd just laugh or say -insert whatever it was he'd said- and basically I MADE the tour more than any of the actors." Yeah, friend, you made the tour. I'm sure your friends were thrilled being there with you. 

4) On Friday night, Steve and I went on an impromptu adventure and drove out to Guntersville to eat at a place called "Crawmama's" which is a kind of just-off-the-lake family seafood place that is only open about three nights a week.  Steve had been wanting to try it for a while, but we never could catch it while it was open.  I liked it fine, although I'm not crazy about seafood, but it felt like we were eating in someone's garage.  A garage filled with wild, non-supervised children.  No kidding, there were a plethora (... I would just like to know if you know what it means to have a plethora. I would not like to think that someone would tell someone else he has a plethora, and then find out that that person has no idea what it means to have a plethora.) of very small, very loud, very unsupervised kids in a sand pit just behind where we were sitting.  It added to the ambiance of the place, I guess.  The food was good, though, and that is what really matters. I enjoy finding new, local places to eat, so that was fun. We've been trying to go out and find places we've never been before more often. So far, we've found a couple we like! Huntsville is full of places like that, and I never had any idea.  Weird.

5) Sunday, after I got back from church, I took off my church shoes and put on a pair of ratty, rubber flip-flops that I've had forever. I tend to wear them around the house to be comfortable, and apparently I was too comfortable because I forgot to take them off and only realized I was still wearing them when I got back for church in the evening.  I actually posted a picture of my feet on Instagram, which not unusual, because I thought it was funny.  This morning, my coworker came in ans said that he thought someone had posted pornography on Instagram because he saw my legs.  Oy.  I mean, I know my dress was above my knees, but the guy isn't Amish!  Haha!  I promise, he doesn't ever have to worry about seeing me naked. I'll do my damndest to make sure that never happens. People pay good money to....I mean, what? Haha. Nooooooooooo thank you please.

6) I feel like there was something else I wanted to talk about, but I can't remember what it was right now. Luckily I can come back at a later date and write it if I remember.  If.