As I was laying in bed last night trying not to watch the clock, I kept hearing this familiar clicking noise from above. Before you start thinking I’m loosing my mind you should know that we have a very large oak tree in the front yard that hangs over the roof. It also hangs over our bedroom.

Usually what keeps me awake at night is my husband snoring, but for the past few weeks I’ve been woken up by some squirrels who are in need of Ambien. It seems they prefer bowling with acorns on our roof after midnight.

The clicking noise is them scurrying around running laps. The acorns they drop from the tree are more of a ping sound. When you lay there long enough you can differentiate between the two.

As if it’s not bad enough that they bury their treasures in my landscaping and chew on our pumpkins every fall, now they keep me awake. And to be honest they kind of freak me out a little. There is something shady about these creatures.

The more I concentrated on wanting to stand up in bed and bang on our ceiling, I remembered the stories my grandmother would tell about her sister, Edna. Seems Edna had a few loose marbles rolling upstairs. She would call my grandmother and her other sisters and talk about the aliens that were on her roof. A large amount of laughter always followed stories about Edna.

Maybe it all started out with squirrels and acorns and after many sleepless nights of hearing the noise she began to hallucinate?

Probably not. From the stories I’ve heard I think she was just crazy.

I always hated that saying. Congrats to Meg at Simply Nutmeg who won the Christmas platter. I was excited that someone I know (read a lot about) won.

Liz from A Bright Future won the necklace. You must check out the Crayola costumes she made her boys for Halloween. They are adorable (the costumes & the boys!).

I hope you both enjoy!

And thanks to Beth @ I Should Be Folding Laundry for choosing me as the winner of her Clinique giveaway. I can’t wait to try it. What a cute blog title!

Driving to work this morning I almost blew Diet Coke out my nose. What’s this I hear about Ashley Olsen and Lance Armstrong getting cozy at New York bar? I didn’t even know she was old enough to go to a bar!

He’s only 36, but it seems like he could be her father! And aside from the age thing (which after researching is only 15 years difference), I don’t see these two together at all. She’s so dark, dreary and anorexic. And he’s so athletic and philanthropic. Talk about an odd couple.

Do you get it or is it just me? It seems like if she was wanting a father figure she could go after Bob Saget.

This week is seriously kicking my rear. I’m not sure if it has something to do with being in charge of my son’s Halloween party at school, taking on more projects at work than I can handle, coordinating a fundraiser through an organization I volunteer with, accepting the reigns of a new project (which I will announce next Monday!), or just plain life in general.

Add a sinus headache and drainage that has me downing DayQuil during the light hours and NyQuil when the sun goes down. I’m fairly certain I mixed them up a few times too.

And the icing on the cake is hearing some rather bad news regarding the health of a friend’s mom, another friend’s pregnancy in trouble and things such as that which have me feeling guilty for complaining about the above.

Either way Friday can’t come soon enough. Thankfully, we have a quiet weekend on the schedule and I have some serious catching up to do. I’m thinking a pajama Saturday will be in effect for our household.

You’ll have to forgive the fact I haven’t been keeping up with your blogs this week. Half the reason I entered the Fall Bloggy Giveaway was because it would keep things hopping on here in my absence.

I feel like I’m drowning in responsibility. Someone throw me a life preserver.