MelFlo stories tend to be much better told in person. Sometimes I like to get into the story. Early this morning at work, I was telling some stories about growing up and my experiences with sleep walking. I know that only on occasion I have slept walk. Its just to the kitchen to get water then back to my room. There have been way too many nights where I've woke up and I had several cups of water on my night stand. Seriously, these cups probably only had one sip out of them. What can I say, I just get really parched at night.
But I was telling my coworkers some stories about my sisters who sleep walk and talk. Tia, my sister, works here too. So I was telling them about how one night, back before we all moved out of the parents house, she and Nicole were yelling at each other in their sleep. They were fighting about who was on whom's team for flag football. I knew they were talking about a game during recess, they were probably 12. And they were fighting over this kid, who definitely was the best player in the school. I jump into the conversation and say, "no, he's on my team." I thought I was going to die. They both leaned up in their beds and just stared forward. That couldn't have been creepier.
The funny thing about this story is the sentence enhancers that I use. I'm not sure why but when I tell the story you can tell that I really get into it. I should just be a professional story teller... oh wait that's comedians.
So I then tell them a story about how when I lived in cedar, it was snowing and I woke up in my car with just a t-shirt, spandex, and socks. I woke up wondering what in the world happened, and after a little investigating I saw that I had walked through the snow and unlocked my car then climbed into the back seat and fell asleep. Here's the kicker, my damn keys were in the door. Heavens know that I should have been kidnapped. I legit lived in the college ghetto. People were always having their cars broken into. And a lot of the druggies liked to hang out around our apartments. Guess what was in the cup holder, that's right a cup of half frozen water. Glad to know that I drank more than a sip.
See now, that was the "worst" of my sleep walking, that I remember. Tia now, she likes to keep me on my toes. When I first moved down to St George I was rudely awakened by Tia knocking on my door early in the morning. I walked over and asked what was the matter, and with her eyes shut she says, "you need to shut the hell up." Turned and walked away. It made no sense, I was sleeping, and quite frankly she was too. So I just played it off as shes dreaming. 10 minutes later she flings my door open and says, "I have work in half an hour and you're pissing me off." She didn't have work that day, and if she did work, she wouldn't be going in at 3:30 am. I quietly walked over and shut the door right in front of her. It was starting to creep me out. Probably because I had just watched a documentary on Exorcisms. I love documentaries, I FREAKING LOVE THEM!
Andy who, at about 5 I heard some cabinets slamming. I thoroughly was convinced that our house was possessed, or well that my sister was. I sneaked into the kitchen to see this girl with a blue berry muffin and some peanut butter. I asked what was going on, and she says, I'm looking for a mother trucking fork for my pb&j. I lost it. I laughed and laughed. She asked why that was funny, I said, "bra, you don't even have jelly."
she exclaimed, "its a sandwich what else do I eat it with!"
I being confused decided that just sitting back and watching her was the best. She proceeded to slice the muffin right down the middle, slap some peanut butter on one side with a fork, then jelly on the other side. She put it on a plate, licked the fork, then went back to her room to sleep.
I love Tia, she always cracks me up when she sleeps. Don't get me wrong I love all my siblings equally. But between Tia and Christian, I'm not sure who has the better sleeping stories. I'll share Chris's at a later time.
So, if you're wondering why I don't get too upset about my terrible sleeping patterns its because I've spent YEARS being up all night seeing some seriously crazy things. I don't mind the night, its dark, like me. haha.
XO,
MelFlo
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