Back the train up

So I have been slacking lately on keeping up with the blog. I blame everyone and everything that does not involve me. Totally not my fault. I mean how could it be my fault? It's not like I'm the only one who works on this thing...or types it...or...or...uh...okay okay it's my fault! I've been busy...and tired...and I have been slightly obsessed with watching old school tv shows on hulu. (I feel dirty calling them old school, since they are what I watched when I was ...uh...younger) I made it through season one of Charles in Charge (which was AWESOME) and am working on season two of Major Dad. Basically I am becoming a better person. I learned so much from Charles and I still got to ogle Scott Bayo (holla!). What could be better than objectification mixed with life lesson? Nothing in my book. And my book is a book worth reading.

Well on a slightly less television related note, by slightly less I mean not at all relating to television, I was attacked. Attacked I say! Sit down...come back to the computer. I say that because I am sure you are all in uproar about such a thing. Let me explain though. Here I was dreaming dreams of daisies, shoes, and my kingdom where I rule as princess, when Peter the Bat attacked me with the beating of his wings. Or I like to call it the flap of fury. You may be asking, "Who is Peter the Bat?" Good question. He is the bat that has been squatting in my basement for about a month. He was not invited and has become a very troubling house guest. I think it rather rude to interrupt delightful dreams with the wings of death. Here is what I have to say to Peter: Oh Peter why! Why frighten me? Why make me run up a flight of stairs screaming to ask for aid from my roommate all while not wearing pants? (It was hot and I didn't want to sleep in pants...back off). Oh Peter, both of us can't exist in that house. Either you go or I go. And we both know that you would be happier outdoors than me. I'm scared of bugs and you like to eat them. See? I think I have made my point. Ahgoodday. (please read with a British accent and tip your imaginary hat whilst reading "Ahgoodday.")

Here's hoping Peter and I can end this amicably.