Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Keanu Reeves and mutton

Exactly what goes on at 3:14 in the wee hours of a rezervation morning, besides the howlings of  coyotes - the grumblin moanings of a hungry stomach, the barking of mutts across the street, snores coming down a flight of stares, or do I dare say - dreams that riddled and fiddled while everyone is asleep.

Insomnia, has crept itself back into my bed, snuggling up to me to keep me warm while the fan above swirls and pushes down cold wisp-in air through my hair, my nose curls up and I give in - I toss and turn - there is no way to toss and turn while your eyes are closed, can't be done when insomnia has you chained up in a wake fest of it's own. Does that make sense? Mind you this is a 3 am rambling of insomniatic hijinx.

I've been hijacked and kidnapped - taken to the world of fairies, pirates, and vampires (let's not forget my pirate(s) are Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp, and my vampire is Edward Cullen). I have this tendency to wake up at 11 am, no matter what time I go to sleep - so it really may not matter if insomnia is my problem, I still get the recommended hours of sleep.  HA - beat that insomnia - I still get sleep!!! 

Then after my recommended hours of sleep I shall be off to enjoy a day in Cortez, Co. Let's see what kind of fun I can conjure up while in Colorado. Please don't say Ute Mtn Casino, I'm not the casino type - I'm not into sitting in a smoke filled room - inhaling second hand smoke from the lungs of die hard black jack players or slot machine hoarders. 

Yup, I'll pass. ooh, wait is Brad Pitt and George Clooney in this casino? If they are then that changes everything. Maybe, they'd take me to dinner - Can I have the seafood buffet served on Friday nights? Second thought - How does one enjoy a fresh (so they advertise) seafood buffet when the nearest ocean is 13 hours away? Ewww, I'll pass and chomp on some frozen fish sticks from Bashas. Getting back to my imaginary dates, Brad and George, we'll spend ridonculous amounts of pennies in the pennie slots (sorry Abe - this is all these two can afford) and then I'll take them to the best food stand - [u know the one that has a flat screen]- in Shiprock. They'll be rubbing their bellies, and smacking their lips...Umm, get back to reality here, if this was a movie and their paycheck depended on eating at the best table on the Rez - I ain't taking them to no foodstand, I'm getting a live sheep - it's time to butcher, baby - can you see it -  Brad standing there ready to cry, while George runs over the hill as he fastens the very top button of his Armani shirt - WIMPS - go back to Hollywood - UR no actor !!.  

I'm tired now...what were with the Hollywood men in this post?  - 
I forgot to add Keanu Reeves showed up and gutted the sheep for me..Now, thats what I'm talking about a real man.