tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58962005598961681482024-03-19T00:31:08.258-07:00SleepWatchingWhat my husband said (or did) in his sleep last nightsleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-71784648469008297122023-01-06T22:08:00.000-08:002023-01-06T22:08:01.223-08:00Muppets<p>We could do anything </p><p>Or we could do nothing</p><p>I know nothing.</p><p>My name is...</p><p>Muppets.</p><p>He likes Coca Cola. </p>sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-57937098804781495522013-08-11T18:23:00.002-07:002013-08-11T18:23:50.167-07:00Like a ManI get in bed after helping NK with a nightmare about a friend stealing one of her toys (traumatic, I know). And when I hop in bed husband makes a horrible loud sound "kkkkkrrrrrrrr" pause "kkkkkrrrrrrrr" like the grinding sound of a car not starting. Startled and kind of terrified I scream, "What are you doing?" He confidently replies "You are going to go get some food for our machine, like a man." "What machine?" I inquire. "The slot machine."<br />
<br />sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-6134067491527207882013-08-06T21:58:00.000-07:002013-08-06T22:08:24.658-07:00Musically Inclined"Why do you keep bouncing your leg up and down?" I ask sleeping husband.<br />
His response: "To keep rhythm."<br />
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<u>Behind the Madness</u><br />
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After a pause he whispers, "I love you Nina."sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-29525009336239190642012-11-03T22:35:00.001-07:002012-11-03T22:36:42.914-07:00Wife"Hahaha," sleeping husband chuckles. "You're just as good as my wife doing it." Quite alarmed, I quickly ask him what they were doing! "Punching the screen," he replies and continues laughing.sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-19456573914519887012012-09-25T20:07:00.000-07:002012-09-25T20:08:03.085-07:00Night RecorderWe found an app to record audio at night. First night and we discovered some funny mumbling but the winner was the following. Make sure your sound is turned up.<br />
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Sleeping Husband or Sleeping Wife? We won't answer this question to maintain the dignity of both parties. ;)sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-36496525090702076972012-09-25T19:14:00.002-07:002013-08-06T22:02:30.596-07:00Dreaming of iphone 5?Sleeping Husband- Oh dear!<br />
Me- What?<br />
SH- Phone.<br />
Me- Phone?<br />
SH- Phone.<br />
Me- Phone what?<br />
SH- Falling!<br />
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<br />sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-7615286468968356912012-09-08T01:17:00.001-07:002012-09-08T01:17:44.787-07:00I woke up tonight to an earthquake. I threw back the covers and sat straight up. Years ago I use to live in Central America and I hadn't felt that thrilling and terrifying feeling since then. I got out of bed and searched the interwebs and twitter, but alas found nothing. No other fellow human was reporting of an earthquake in Tennessee (they are rare in these parts). <br />
SO, there is only one logical explanation... and he lays happily and innocently sleeping in my bed.<br />
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<br />sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-49543938598979499842012-09-08T00:43:00.002-07:002012-09-08T01:19:26.896-07:00Toddler TroubleI wake up and I hear a very stern very loud:<br />
"No ma'am!"<br />
With his back still turned toward me and still sound asleep he asks me, "Did you see that?"<br />
"What she do?" I pried (knowing by the tone of his voice he was dreaming about our toddler).<br />
"She just threw my camera." A second passes. "Mutter.. it's somewhere around here."<br />
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<br />sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-31292378111424984302012-08-28T01:13:00.001-07:002012-08-29T18:02:24.367-07:00NeighborsSleeping husband starts laughing and muttering.<br />
"What?" I pry.<br />
"Just a bunch of neighbors" he says with a smile.<br />
"Where?"<br />
"Standing around."<br />
"What are they doing?"<br />
Mutter, mutter... "deadbolts."<br />
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<u>Behind the Madness</u><br />
He has been reading about bump-keys. I hope he's not planning on using them on the neighbors deadbolts!<br />
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"Oh no!" the sleeping husband cries.<br />
"What?" I say.<br />
He mumbles something unintelligible, so I ask again.<br />
"That was <i>a lotttttttt</i> of flowers. I don't know <i>what</i> they're doing!" he says with a surprising amount of sass. He then proceeds to fervently start drumming his fingers on his chest.<br />
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"Do you have any ideas for the climbing fundraiser for charity? Charge people at the door? That's a good idea, what is your goal target to raise?"sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-13291987652159419712012-04-07T01:01:00.002-07:002012-04-07T01:05:38.236-07:00Computer GraphicsI crawl back in bed and put my cold feet on sleeping husband. His response:<br />
-Three dimensions... (starts chuckling) it's too cg!<br />
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This is what I fell asleep to him watching. Might provide some insight into his dreams...<br />
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Me-"What's so funny?"<br />
SH-"I had my arm twisted and the whole thing was about Hitler."<br />
Me-"Hitler??"<br />
SH-"Ya, it was sad for him."sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-82230271484835059932012-01-19T21:21:00.000-08:002012-01-19T21:21:19.269-08:00Access PoisonIf you choose a character with the wrong access poison it's going to be trouble!sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-56038871697882915932011-10-28T19:57:00.000-07:002011-10-28T20:19:43.531-07:00Crater Shader<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://meribaat.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/moon-crater1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="http://meribaat.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/moon-crater1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>SH-Look at that crater shader<br />
Me-What????<br />
SH-It's a cereal box toy.<br />
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I do wish my cereal boxes still came with toys in them.sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-20344443088820539222011-10-19T09:56:00.000-07:002011-10-19T09:56:13.649-07:00Flights"We don't have any flights. Do we?"<br />
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Apparently sleeping husband is so nervous about our upcoming trip to Phoenix with two lap children and 6 hrs of fly time that he is dreaming about it. Sorry sleeping husband, tickets are purchased so yes we do have some flights. sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-76068763285507565302011-08-29T08:13:00.000-07:002011-08-29T08:26:44.882-07:00Love ThatSleeping Husband set up suddenly and sat on the edge of the bed. He lifted his arm out towards the right, pointed at nothing and said enthusiastically "love that!"<div>
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He opened his eyes and looked at me and said "calling the fan."sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-47620587820821129622011-07-26T23:37:00.000-07:002011-07-26T23:38:48.601-07:00Almost Time for BabyThe night before our scheduled c-section I ask sleeping husband what he is dreaming about.<div>"Toddler clothes," he replied.</div><div>Not too far off target. =)</div>sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-32214013589016972962011-05-14T04:42:00.000-07:002011-05-14T04:55:54.172-07:00Happy Meals<div>I tried to wake husband up and he begins muttering:</div>-I sent out my own super.... mutter mutter..<div>-Your own what?</div><div>-Happy Meals. ...mutter... mutter...</div><div>-I want a happy meal!</div><div>-Happy meals weren't mentioned. </div><div>-Yes they were. You said you sent out your own happy meals.</div><div>-It was a metaphor for making myself happy</div><div>.<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicaxQv0pj4d27YSa6ivf6GX9qlae6kLtkMy-nxPO9yizo6C87zczbZk6Z_Mlazxl1TcZDiRcFyn5H4EPxU-jn3NeaweK3iXS1af34P2eD_bml6WxsYtuIYVuV5x-Z8SGaGwbf7DpNm-J-Q/s400/Happy+Meal+Box.bmp" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div><br /></div>sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-12957774117004535642011-05-12T12:17:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:33:24.625-07:00Sleep crawling perhaps?<a href="http://www.imageenvision.com/150/12624-man-crawling-clipart-by-djart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 86px;" src="http://www.imageenvision.com/150/12624-man-crawling-clipart-by-djart.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> Last night when I woke up to roll my very pregnant body over, I found my Husband sleeping on all fours muttering something to himself.sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-27684226072833638482011-04-26T20:47:00.000-07:002011-04-26T20:58:47.828-07:00Sleep Petting<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; " >I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > wake up la</span>te and hear that the baby has been complaining to get up for a while and she sounds pretty upset. I barely open my eyes as I stumble out of bed but I notice the husband is on the other end of the bed petting the cat!<br />"How could you just listen to her cry, that is so mean!" I say as I leave the room and the Husband gives no reply.<br /><br />When baby and I return from the nursery, the Husband is laying back down on his pillow fast asleep. When he finally awakes from the dead I inquire why he didn't go to the baby when he heard her crying. He was dumbfounded. He had no recollection of her crying. "But you were at the end of the bed petting the cat?" I say confused. Just as confused he replies "I was?" </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Conclusion: Husband likes petting the cat in his sleep, but not changing diapers.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnbtkWm-FQbbDFrTBvgglRnhnnO1uTzsPn_5NmkWg9bTqvjsILtJk_c_fI7LqKbTww6NWVRk1UzADy0DgoUDWmnB90QcuWoe5AFe9VLVZU8mEXdi2E0-cZjmbTU0y_jSFGejLMnQeNawna/s400/IMG_1003-1.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600107544758877698" /></span></div>sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5896200559896168148.post-74776991755792796992011-04-25T09:59:00.000-07:002011-04-25T12:55:39.532-07:00Commercials and FlysSleeping Husband: You haven't been bombarded with commercials for the last hour?<div>Awake Wife:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> No, have you?</div><div>Sleeping Husband: I've got a substitute.</div><div>Awake Wife:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Substitute?</div><div>Sleeping Husband: Fly on my face. </div>sleepwatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03438758956553100415noreply@blogger.com0