Old School Blogging

Remember those days when you would answer questions about yourself on your blog?  Yeah well, here we go again!  I’ve seen this on countless bloggers sites in the last few days and figured I’d give it a go.  Enjoy!

What is the last thing you watched on TV? – Futurama (Game of Tones) and I CRIED!

When did you last step outside?  What were you doing? – Getting out of the car after work to come into the nice warm house.

What is on the walls of the room you are in? – Posters mostly.  Yep a signed post card from Jeremy Irons (I think that was sometime around his Die Hard III film), An autographed poster from Amanda Palmer the hubbins got me one year for Christmas, and of course a Sherlock poster.  We also have some of my husbands posters up on his side of the office as well as an oar from his crew days.

I had to have my signed Amanda Palmer poster and Sherlock poster up in the new space.
I had to have my signed Amanda Palmer poster and Sherlock poster up in the new space.

If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy? – A house…in IRELAND!  Seriously I have been bitten by the Ireland bug.

So pretty!!
So pretty!!

Tell me something about you that most people don’t know. – Hmm.  I had a wicked crush on Jeremy Irons for the longest time.  Oh and I also had no idea that when I was watching the old Adam West ‘Batman’ episodes that they were already 20 years old at the time and I’d had a crazy crush on Robin.

Who made the last incoming call on your phone? – My cell phone, the hubbins…Saturday.  My work phone a RUDES client.

If you could change something about your home, without worry about expense or mess, what would you do? – New kitchen here I come!  I’m thinking Ikea.

What was the last thing you bought? – for me? Tea (duh).  For the house – groceries.

Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? – No thanks.

If you could eat lunch with one famous person, who would it be? – Oh wow.  Hmm.  I would LOVE to sit down with Kevin Spacey and ask him about all of the films he’s been in and so much more. The man is an acting genius!  Please give him all the awards.

Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? – Jeez these just keep getting tougher… I love me some Old Navy!

Is the glass half empty or half full? – You know I don’t even have a glass anywhere near me.  In fact I don’t think I’ve had anything to drink since I left work…oopsie.

What’s the farthest-away place you’ve been? – Ireland or well, I guess England.

What’s under your bed? – Certainly a cat and I’m hoping some socks that said cat pulled under there and that had better be it.  Because I am a total chicken shit and now fear there’s something under the bed.  Awesome.

What is your favorite time of the day? – I like a quiet morning where I can make a cup of tea and just watch the world go by.  BUT I really love the gloaming.  (aka dusk)

What Inspires you? – Creativity from my favorite authors.  I’m looking at you Neil Gaiman.

Yep, the man himself signing my ukelele
Yep, the man himself signing my ukelele.

It’s TOTALLY like Parcheesi {You know, but not}

I was having a chat with a gal on Twitter this morning about being home and naked. Mind you she mentioned it was a stay at home and be naked day, not me. Because every and I do mean EVERY time the hubbins and I have tried this (and I mean just wandering the house naked no sexy times) someone has turned up at the door. Isn’t this why people have cell phones, to call before just dropping over? Apparently not.

But this got me to thinking about other times you might you know what to be naked (aka sexy times). Which somehow took me back to my days in college. Random I know, but allow me to explain. Whenever one of my friends would have a boyfriend over we’d always say they were “playing Parcheesi” as a valid reason why they weren’t with the rest of us hanging out. Because when we were 17/18 years old sex and Parcheesi were two difficult things for us to master. For the record I STILL don’t know how to play Parcheesi. The other thing, I’ve figured it out, thanks.

Seriously how the hell do you play this game??
Seriously, how the hell do you play this game??

So anyway…let’s just say my hubbins and I were attempting a game o’Parcheesi when the door bell rang two weeks ago. And we MIGHT have been right by the front door. We both were looking like deer in the headlights. I mean it could have been anyone. Anyone turned out to be a high school kid selling newspaper subscriptions in order to win a scholarship. How do I know you ask? Because like a couple of teenagers we made ourselves presentable and ANSWERED THE DOOR. It seemed like the polite thing to do. And yes we signed up for the newspaper. Which I might add still hasn’t turned up! So if this was an elaborate way to earn monies off people, kudos to you kid.

For the record this one I get.
For the record this one I get.

I have no idea why I told all you strange people this. Probably because my hubbins bet me  I would in no way do it. Well, jokes on him isn’t it? Or is it? Oh well, happy Sunday or Monday depending on where you are in the world.

THAT just happened…

So I’m sitting up here in my very clean office… It was time.

Holy mess!
Holy mess!

I mean I was grossed out to be in here and would never stay in here to work. Which was part of my writers block from last month…this room was just zapping my creative spirit. Or something like that. But now, now it is clean and inspiring!

Sure the photo doesn’t make it look that bad, but it really was. All those bins on in the cube were filled with tea samples way past their prime. So they had to go. Now they are filled with writing material, art stuff, and make my office so much nicer to be in. Which makes me want to keep my office just a little.

I’m supposed to move downstairs to share space with my hubbins. Because it’s worked for us int he past. And yeah it would be nice to hang out with him even if we aren’t talking to one another. But I really love that my office is so clean, yet we REALLY need a craft/project room. So I’ll enjoy the clean for as long as I have.

Look how nice is it now!
Look how nice is it now!

Where was I? Right, so here I am up in my nice clean office listening to Radio Paradise (listen here) when I hear this conversation “between” hubbins and the middle kitty:

Hubbins: No Allie, you can’t have that because it will give you the shits and that’s not cool.

Allie: Meow? (and I’m sure some head tilting and blinking)

Hubbins: I said no.

Long story short, she had an accident while sitting in his lap a few weeks ago. She isn’t an old cat at all. She’s three and she shit a little in his lap. We suspect from the bits of cheese we were both sneaking her DAILY. So now she and the other cats only get treats.

Well, Ty gets cheese, but it seems to be the only way he’ll take his Thyroid meds. But they do get pumpkin and that should be good enough for her. But she’s a pig and we were bad pet parents to give her the cheese in the first place. Which is WHY we need a dog! They can eat all that stuff. Plus then I wouldn’t need to wash my floor as often.

Just had to share….I thought the conversation was funny. But we’ve already established I’m weird.