I sort of miss my...

Roosters. I’m really torn about this issue. First of all, I absolutely love this new family. If any of you received supplemental emails or phone discussions about my last family, you understand a little bit why anything would be such an improvement. But since I wasn’t able to get into that in detail, I’ll just say that this family is great. Last night, we all just hung out and watched some great Filipino I Love Betty La Fea (the Filipino version of Ugly Betty) and Pinoy Fear Factor, which takes place in Argentina. This I don’t really understand because at the time of filming, Argentina was cold…so they have all the participants (who are chosen because they are babe-a-licious and airheaded, and for no other reason, I’m pretty sure) bundled up in winter coats. When it’s time to do the dares or whatever they call them, they get to disrobe into their bikinis or speedo shorts that barely cover anything. I mean, I understand why, but it’s sort of ridiculous. Anyways, that was a side tangent. I miss my roosters.

The real issue here is that there is no cockadoodledoo to wake me up. While I was often annoyed at my last house, where the neighbors raised tons of chickens for cockfighting, the roosters kept me “regular” if you will. Even if I wanted to sleep in, they would wake me up at the crack of 5:40. Whether I wanted to be or not, I had to be wide awake. It gave me plenty of time to get ready in the morning and study and do whatever I needed to do. Now, however, my alarm goes off at 6:15 (which, I should know, is during a main REM cycle for me and always has been, so it’s just a bad time for my alarm anyways), and I hit snooze until 6:35, when I accidentally shut my alarm off. Then, I reset my alarm for 7:00, and I hit snooze just once and finally get out of bed at 7:10. Yikes. This might have to change. I think I’m going to go to the market this weekend and get me a rooster. Better yet, I’ll just buy one that’s tied up alongside the road on my way to work.