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The other day I was able to catch a little bit of Bob Lonsberry, a favorite radio show. He happened to be talking to the cousin of new and very successful author Stephanie Meyer. Apparently she is a 'Stay At Home Mom', a phrase which I hate with a fiery loathing passion, as Laena would say. (Where else could you effectively mother?) Stephanie is in her early 30's, with small children. Bob asked the girl on the phone how someone with all that responsibility could find the time to write? Evidently she stays up late after the kids are finally in bed and writes her stories, based on a dream she had a while back. My question is, when does the woman sleep?

Charlie said there's gotta be caffeine involved. “She drinks diet Coke.” He said. “Without a doubt.” Maybe that's my problem. I'm just not one of those people who can go w/o sleep. I don't do well. After a long day with the kids, I need some shut-eye! Guess I'm just not drinking enough caffeine. Far be it from me to point out that the leaders in our church, (to say nothing of medical professionals everywhere), have suggested that it might be harmful to our bodies! Get outta here! The heck you say! Whatever. Nobody ever listens to me. I just don't have a problem with physical addiction. It's not my vice. Well, okay, maybe sugar. But that's it. So I don't have much sympathy for all this whining about how hard it is to stop drinking soda, or smoking etc. I just don't get it. Sorry. I have other things to deal with. Like trying to get enough sleeeeep. Yes, my friends, that's it. . . . I gotta have rest! I absolutely need to cuddle up with my old, worn out teddy bear, or my fat little baby boy, and. . . sleep. That's the only way I can get anything done. Otherwise, I end up dizzy and irritable, and nobody wants that. : ) Anyway, hats off to Stephanie Meyer. She's figured it out. Maybe one day I'll be able to unlock the magic and figure things out for myself. If that ever happens, I may become effective and efficient. . . hmmmm.

p.s. I should probably point out that caffeine has probably saved the life of my formerly truck driving husband numerous times, when coming down the mountain, usually Parleys Canyon, after a long day and no sleep. So, thank you. Thank you, Coca-Cola. Cheers.