You Tube has sucked me in. Literally. I haven't been able to tear myself away from it for two days...okay three. Well, four.
I have been enjoying clips of David Tennant and John Barrowman (From Dr. Who and Torchwood). And let me just say it--British Live TV is just awesome!
I would imbed some videos here but really to get the whole picture of what I have been doing--you need to go to You Tube and let the related videos just suck_you_in.
Right now I am writing on Kim's ITouch--it's a bit weird trying to type with the keyboard interface, but I can see myself getting used to it. Unfortunatly I have things to do and I can't play.
Boy do I need a vacation. I feel like I in a rut. I fee like an old stink damp gym sock.
I just can't muster any sort of energy at all. My internal clock is fucked up too. I am going to bed waay too late and thusly dragging my arse out of bed waaay too late.
This week is Kim last full week here. I'll miss her and her help. I wish she was staying--I think it would be good for her to settle here. But I don't think she's ready to leave home yet. Oh well. I did get her to quit smoking--hopefully THAT will stick. A few days ago I bought her to nicotine gum.
If you stopped by earlier--or follow my tweets you would have noticed that I cleaned the tub. Rather finished it...it had so much lime scale it took several days if scrubbing. I was contemplating a before and after, but I really don't want to share that much info. Anyhoo, it's such a thrill to have a sparkling tub with a nice new shower curtain (got that a few weeks back). Right now I am looking at the dinner room table that I need to clean off. I should clean it off before Kim's boyfriend arrives tomorrow and DEFINITELY before my parents come. I don't need my mother to make her motherly noises.
Eh, make that stinky dried gym sock stuck to the couch.
Okay--so lately I have been doing this thing that I haven't done since I was a kid. I am sure you did this too.
Imagine: you are 10 years old and you have been charged with cleaning your room. And lo and behold you see a toy/book/game that despite the dire words of your parent (clean this room or else): you sit on the floor and commence NOT cleaning your room. You are lost in time and space, engrossed in your activity. And then the doorknob turns (or if closed doors weren't allowed, ominous foot steps sound) and you jerk up and pretend that all along you were cleaning. HA! You are SO busted.
Well, for the past several weeks, when Jamey walks in the door. I am once again 10 years old, I stop, jerk and pick up something. Never mind I may have spent the entire day cleaning and I am having a well deserved sit down. I stop, I jerk and pick up!
It's driving me nuts. I am not in trouble and my husband is NOT my Dad/Mom. What really bites: I JUST did this again when my sister walked home form her day at work!!!
