This is Jaida, my roommate's dog. We have been spending serious quality time together for the past week, while Pebbles was out of town. The dog is such a stress case, always hyper, as you can see. She wouldn't even rest for a minute. ;)
Looking over my blog this morning I realize I haven't blogged about television in a while. I know you must be dying to know what I'm watching. Right? Right.
So... Right now, it's getting ready to be a bit of a slow period I guess, with everything ending. So I will be looking forward to So You Think You Can Dance, which is always a favorite. The summer is also time for Saving Grace, The Closer, and Leverage... all very good and near the top of my favorites. I am super duper excited for Glee on FOX which starts next Tuesday the 19th. Could not look to be more perfect for me, from what I've seen on the commercials. Can't. Wait.
I'm of course eagerly anticipating Wednesday's LOST season finale, if only so I can have my brain scrambled with no hope of recovery until the new season starts next January. I've only recently started following Dancing with the Stars and I am in mad love with Gilles. American Idol is a staple, of course. I'm cheering for Kris. I think Adam is incredible, but Kris has been overlooked all season and I hope he beats Danny Gokey into the Finale. Grey's Anatomy was good last week, I'm looking forward to that finale, too.
Others I've been watching: Brothers & Sisters, Castle, The Mentalist, Bones, Chuck, and I have the whole 3rd season of Friday Night Lights on my DVR and haven't watched it yet.
Wow, I feel like I've cut back on the TV watching and yet I still watch an awful lot.
I told myself I really need to blog. So here I am. I'm sure you'll all (all 3 of you) be thrilled to have an update.
I got moved. Finally. Mostly. I still have some things in my storage unit that I have to get moved to my new place, but everything is out of my old apartment and all that stuff is in to my new apartment. And the new place has more room, actually. I'm lucky that Pebbles does not have any furniture and will tolerate me filling up the place with mine.
The kitties are adjusting well, though Merlin about near killed me when I tried to corral him to put him in the bathroom while the moving guys were there. He was quite displeased. But he pretty much immediately forgave me when he discovered the open window in our new bedroom. He and Pebbles' doggie are getting along well. Dobby does not wish to make friends with said doggie, but he seems to be happy too. We are already in our regular bedtime snuggle routine.
So far life with a roommate has not been much different than having my own place. Pebbles and I were together all the time anyway. We ate dinner together every night (much easier to cook for 2 than 1) and now instead of one of us walking home afterward, we're already there. She doesn't watch much TV so she doesn't care if I hog the remote. She had NEVER watched a single episode of American Idol before (can you believe it?), and now she very kindly has become as addicted as I am, and we make tacos and watch together every week. She doesn't stay up late making noise or get up early making noise. We each have our own bathroom so I don't have to train her to put the toilet lid down, and she doesn't have to deal with my long dark hairs everywhere, and we don't have to wait our turn. I love her dog and she likes my kitties. She cleans the floors, I fold the laundry.
If we were single (she's not), and lesbians (neither of us), I'd totally marry her (if we lived in Iowa).