Thursday, March 19, 2009

Counting sheep...

...does not work for me.

First of all, let me say that this is going to be a random, short post. I just don't have anything super exciting to write about at the random and shortness prevails!

So...counting sheep.

Does anyone else have a problem with this? I've kind of been having trouble sleeping the past few nights, and, as is usual with my can't sleep routine (especially when Dallin is dead asleep from a long hard day...poor husband), I just try counting sheep. I mean, it's an age old, time honored tradition, right? Kind of like holding your breath when you have the hiccups or looking at the sun when you have to sneeze.

So I try. I try and I fail. Every time.

Maybe it's my counting method. I've always wondered exactly how one goes about counting sheep. I mean, are they all in a row that just extends forever, and you just move on down the row? Or are they all bunched together in some ginormous field, just waiting to be counted? If that's the case, what if you lose your place? Do you just start over? Perhaps part of the reason counting sheep doesn't work for me is that I have this little argument in my head every time. I over analyze the sheep counting methods until I'm even more awake than when I started.

What I always end up doing is imagining sheep jumping over a little fence, one by one. I have no idea if this is normal, or even if anyone else in the world does this or has thought about doing this, but that is how I count sheep.

Last night, however, I realized that that could be the very thing that makes me immune to the sleep-ifying powers of sheep counting. I mean, sheep running and jumping...that's pretty active. Active and exciting. I mean, what if one of them couldn't jump high enough, you know? Now that would be funny.

Also, I never can really get a solid picture of a sheep in my head. I always try to start out with realistic looking ones (they usually look like the talking ones from Babe), but they always turn into cartoon sheep. So I'm going from counting real, soft, peaceful sheep grazing in a beautiful, wind-blown field to goofy, chubby cartoon sheep trying to jump over an animated fence that they may or may not have the ability to jump over.

Maybe I should just try warm milk. But you know, warm milk is disgusting.


  1. You crack me up every time! And in case you didn't know, since I forgot this, since mine and Annie's blogs are private, your list won't show that we've updated. So just incase you haven't looked in awhile, check out our blogs. Although my posts aren't ever as witty as yours! :)

  2. You are so funny! I love that you were in a quandary as to how the sheep should be counted. I'm glad I'm not the only one who gets stuck on that.
    Try reading "Frankenstein". I've been working on that one for months, and it only takes a few paragraphs to knock me out.


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