i HATE alarm clocks! i tried the dingle-a-ling one, the buzzzzzing one the la-dee-dah music one and even a talking clock. yikes! who wants to wake up to a stranger in your room with a yucky computer voice telling you to get up. no way!
it doesn’t matter which one i have ‘cause all of them have the same evil purpose and that’s to jar me outta dreamland and wake me up when i don’t wanna wake up. it’s my own fault. after all, who set that stupid alarm anyway? i did! what was i thinking? why am i letting a loud mouthed alarm clock get me up when i don’t want to get up? that’s self abuse for sure! and, isn’t one booming blast of abuse enough? NO! i can take more! just watch me push that handy dandy little snooze button and torture myself every ten minutes until I finally give up. geeeez! how dumb is that?!
think about this. the word “alarm” itself sounds scary. i don’t think waking up when the alarm goes off is supposed to be an emergency. where’s the fire? where’s the flood? and, why do we say the alarm “goes off” anyway?? doesn’t that sound sorta mean and angry? “alarm goes off!” yikes! i don’t want to be jarred awake by something that “goes off.” nope! i want to wake up slow and easy, take some time to open my eyes and rub the sleep out of them, yawn, stretch and crawl out of my bed at a snail's pace.
my mom used to call the alarm clock “the devils own invention.” i didn’t know what she meant til i had to start using one myself. eeeeek! the devil is alive and living in my alarm clock! i hate to admit it but i gotta tell you ive killed off a lot of those evil clocks. i smashed one against the wall, smothered a couple under my pillow, pitched one right out the window and drowned one in the sink. every time i get rid of one some nice person gets me another one. gosh thanks! how nice! oh i just love it! you’re sooo thoughtful. aarrgh!
the best alarm i ever had was my mom! she’d call out in a soft, cheery voice “time to get up. come on sleepy head get up.” what could be sweeter than waking up to mom’s voice. and, she’d come back and do it all over again until i got up. what's even better is when i finally rolled out of my warm, cozy bed and stumbled out my bedroom door, still half asleep, she was there and gave me a warm good morning hug. i’d close my eyes and wish i could go back to sleep right there in her arms.
i guess having my very own alarm clock means i’m growing up and being a lot more responsible for myself. i hate to say it, but, like everyone else, i need that devil to jar me out of dreamland. ugh! i HATE alarm clocks!
(thanks to my brother for editing this so it reads lots better.)
…hugs and smiles from lenny
it doesn’t matter which one i have ‘cause all of them have the same evil purpose and that’s to jar me outta dreamland and wake me up when i don’t wanna wake up. it’s my own fault. after all, who set that stupid alarm anyway? i did! what was i thinking? why am i letting a loud mouthed alarm clock get me up when i don’t want to get up? that’s self abuse for sure! and, isn’t one booming blast of abuse enough? NO! i can take more! just watch me push that handy dandy little snooze button and torture myself every ten minutes until I finally give up. geeeez! how dumb is that?!
think about this. the word “alarm” itself sounds scary. i don’t think waking up when the alarm goes off is supposed to be an emergency. where’s the fire? where’s the flood? and, why do we say the alarm “goes off” anyway?? doesn’t that sound sorta mean and angry? “alarm goes off!” yikes! i don’t want to be jarred awake by something that “goes off.” nope! i want to wake up slow and easy, take some time to open my eyes and rub the sleep out of them, yawn, stretch and crawl out of my bed at a snail's pace.
my mom used to call the alarm clock “the devils own invention.” i didn’t know what she meant til i had to start using one myself. eeeeek! the devil is alive and living in my alarm clock! i hate to admit it but i gotta tell you ive killed off a lot of those evil clocks. i smashed one against the wall, smothered a couple under my pillow, pitched one right out the window and drowned one in the sink. every time i get rid of one some nice person gets me another one. gosh thanks! how nice! oh i just love it! you’re sooo thoughtful. aarrgh!
the best alarm i ever had was my mom! she’d call out in a soft, cheery voice “time to get up. come on sleepy head get up.” what could be sweeter than waking up to mom’s voice. and, she’d come back and do it all over again until i got up. what's even better is when i finally rolled out of my warm, cozy bed and stumbled out my bedroom door, still half asleep, she was there and gave me a warm good morning hug. i’d close my eyes and wish i could go back to sleep right there in her arms.
i guess having my very own alarm clock means i’m growing up and being a lot more responsible for myself. i hate to say it, but, like everyone else, i need that devil to jar me out of dreamland. ugh! i HATE alarm clocks!
(thanks to my brother for editing this so it reads lots better.)
…hugs and smiles from lenny