It's 2:00 a.m. and All is Well....Maybe!

So, what does Steroid-ladened Stella do when, after being in bed for almost an hour realizes she can't get to sleep even though she's been up since 5:30 a.m.?

Well, she decides to get up and come downstairs to putter around for half an hour and hopefully become tired. Stella takes the dog outside and lets it run around for a few minutes. Amazing how much energy it has after sleeping for an hour!

Stella comes inside and decides to turn on the Texas Rangers' ballgame (West Coast game tonight). She folds laundry while watching the Rangers go ahead by a run and decides to celebrate with some fresh cantaloupe. Retrieving the melon from the refrigerator she notices the leftover roast from a few nights ago. It was a 3-pounder and still has over two pounds left. Stella decides she'll use some to make meat for chimichangas -- that would make a great weekend meal! Getting out the cutting board and knife she wonders if she is alert enough to be wielding newly-sharpened knife. She decides it's okay. She knows where the bandaids are and hubby is upstairs.

Chimichanga meat is in saute pan and slowly breaking down. The spices smell wonderful. Stella decides to get on the computer while listening to the Rangers lose their lead. She needs stamps and plans to order some online. The US Postal service tells her she doesn't exist. Hmmm, imagine that! No new stamps were ordered so Stella decides to go play around eBay for a bit. But first, a quick stir to the meat and a realization that there is not beef stock for the recipe. That's okay, she thinks to herself, I'll just use poultry seasoning; afterall, isn't KFC using beef stock in their chicken? Stella is dyslexic and on steroids - it works for her!

Oh look, there is the melon she was going to have for a snack - grab the knife and cube a few pieces. Darn! Now she has to fight with the clingwrap to cover what is left of the melon. Okay, fine....she cubes all of it and puts it in a glass storage container. That's better anyway...clingwrap is her enemy.

Stella takes spastic puppy outside and lets her chase June bugs all over the yard hoping this will calm the maniac down. Coming inside she realizes it time to add the final ingredients to meat. Wonders if hubby will notice there is poultry seasoning in it and returns to computer to see what's going on at eBay. Stella finds plenty she likes, wants, and even drools over but being a good steroid-laden zombie knows it's best not to bid on anything in this state of mind. (Wonders if the postal service knew of her condition and that's why they said she didn't exist?)

Catches up with favorite blogs and websites. Checks online savings accounts rates for second time today as if the rates might actually have changed.

Spoons chimichanga meat into storage bowl; tastes really good even with poultry seasoning. Hey, there's the melon she was going to eat! Prepares to put away remainder of roast and changes her mind at the last second deciding she wants to use it to make beef hash. She LOVES beef hash...perfect...get out a clean saute pan and start chopping roast and potatoes.

Stella gets hash started and decides that another romp outside is good for the puppy. She takes her outside and stands there stamping her foot to make the puppy go berserk and run figure eights all over the yard. Returns inside in time to see the Rangers lose their game. GEEZ!!! Of all the games she has actually watched this season why did have to be one they lost? Stella frowns and decides they still need pitching and she still misses Bill Jones being one of the commentators even after four years of him being gone.

Hmmm, Stella realizes her stomach is growling...oh, yes, she had melon somewhere. There it is! Scrape the hash a bit, add some liquid, return to computer. Wonders what to do now. Oh, she knows...she'll search for a recipe for homemade V8 juice. Finds several really quickly. That was too easy. She wants something more difficult and decides to search for the origin of the word Timbuktu. Discovers it is a real place and found this:

It means extremely far or a great distance

[Edit by Dragongirl515:

According to a popular etymology it`s name is made of tin-meaning "Place". And buktu- meaning an old woman who was entrusted with un-wanted belongines. When a traveler was asked where he left his belongins he would say "I left them at tin buktu." Meaning where the buktu lived. The two words ended up fusing into Timbuktu. Then were translated in the Berber languages: "Buqt" meaning "Far away" so tin-buqt means a place close to the end of the world. IE the Sahara desert.

Stella wonders how Dragongirl515 knew that! It's like knowing all the words to the Tiny Mighty Moe commercial...which Stella does and proceeds to sing it to the beguiled pup. Wonders why she is cooking hash at 1:30 in the morning. Realizes, she is STILL NOT TIRED. Grumbles about the situation and hears her stomach growl. Goes to find the original melon she cut and actually stands in the middle of the kitchen eating it so she won't forget it again. She is stared down by a white catlike creature - do cats like melons?

Hash is smelling really good so Stella takes a bite - still needs a bit of cooking but definitely getting there. Returns to computer and stares for about ten minutes. Maybe she's getting tired? Nah. Decides to write a post on being awake way past her mommy bedtime which is 9:30 pm these days.

Stella is shocked out of her chair by a wet nose. Heart is racing...just what she needed...adrenaline! Tries to calm self down and not go into a panic attack. Wonders if she should laugh or cry...choices the laughter. Puppy stares at her and cocks head...probably wondering why the food lady is laughing uncontrollably. Stella tries to breathe and not go into anphalactic shock...puppy pokes her in the belly with cold nose. She giggles and puppy gets happy and starts REALLY poking. Stella tries to stop laughing, she's getting a headache.

Deciding moving to the kitchen is better part of valor Stella tries the hash and ends up eating a whole bowl right then and there. Puts hash in storage container and decides to finish post while waiting for the hash to cool enough to be put away. But wait! There is cooked ground beef waiting to be used...maybe she should make some chili.......okay, Stella is not THAT out of wits!

Catches up with post and reads it through...wonders if it will be as funny tomorrow as it is right now. Stella chuckles but becomes quiet as soon as playful pup looks at her expectantly. She decides it's time to try to go back to bed. She'll put the hash and chimchanga meat in refrigerator, the folded clothes by the stairs, and the pup in her crate and call it a night.

Hopefully Stella will fall into an exhausted slumber and awake at 8 a.m ready for a day of action with the family. Or maybe she'll stumble her way through the morning, check on blogs, and see that she herself posted in the middle of the night...the question is....will she remember it?