Oh look it's the middle of the night!

Time to clean!

Geezus! Seriously folks, what's my problem!? I get home from work, look around at the mess and think "eh... I totally don't feel like cleaning" but then it gets dark, people go to bed and I'm all "ooooh let's organize and vacuum!" 

I guess I've always hated cleaning. But hey, atleast my messy room as a kid prevented it from getting robbed. True story. Our apartment was broken into and my room was the only thing not touched. I had a keyboard (hey now, that was some pretty awesome stealin' goods in the early 90's), a light up phone (again, stealin' goods) gold jewellery sitting on my dresser (buried under things) and lots of little odds and sods that woulda done great on the "hey I stole this and now I'm selling it" market. Those robbers took one look in my room and turned right around. 

So basically, I have to be in the mood to clean. If I'm not in the mood and I try to clean, things get broken. Or more messy. Like the time I had to clean up my "art station" (which was a wire 3 shelved unit I kept all my art supplies on) and I couldn't find my eraser, so I figured I'd clean and organize the shelves. Ya. Roommate came home to art supplies ALL over the apartment (and not like I had taken stuff off the shelf and placed it down nicely. No, no. More like, THROWN around the room) and NOTHING on the wire shelf. Low and behold, my eraser was inbetween the couch cushions. 

As a teenager I'd do the usual stay up late and sleep past noon program and it was always about 2 in the morning I'd get this uncontrollable urge to clean my room. My parents put up with it because it was a rarity, as long as I didn't start up the vacuum. Unfortunately when you're trying to silently clean, it all of a sudden becomes the loudest thing to ever happen in your entire life. And you also forget everything. Like needing the windex and paper towels. I'd spend 10 minutes quietly (unsuccessfully) sneaking (ya right, like I'm capable of that) down the stairs (and more often than not, falling down the stairs) to go get the windex, take 10 minutes to come back up and realize I didn't grab the paper towels. Then after getting the paper towels, I'd realize that I can't use windex on the custom made (by my awesome sauce carpenter Daddoo) wooden desk unit, I'd be back down to get the pledge. Which of course would make me woozy using it, and shorty after, I'd be sitting in the middle of my room giggling like a school girl at a piece of paper I'd found with a drawing of a penis on it. 

So once you've heard all of this, can you actually believe at one point I worked for a cleaning company!? It was hell I tells you, HELL! 

But in my defence, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. They were hiring, I needed a job. Ce La Vie. 

I just wish my inner scheduling matched my outer scheduling. I'm most creative and motivated between the hours of 10pm and 10am. After that, f*ck it. 

And here I sit writing a blog and letting you know of all my crazy habits. Have you noticed that 90% of my blog posts are posted really late at night? Ya. And the ones that aren't posted late at night aren't crazy and full up of too much information? Hmm... I should maybe really try to post at normal hours. 

Anyhoodle, I have work to do. It is almost 11pm afterall. I should be getting ready to go to bed but there's some dust bunnies that need attending, and some crafts to be created. But before I go, I can't possible leave you all pictureless.

When we stayed in Bled, Slovenia at the end of July, this was what I was looking at from my hotel room. Ya, didn't want to leave! One day I'll go back there and go up to that castle dammit! :) 

Goodnight everyone! Have a great weekend!

Okay, here's the deal..

I'd love to take the time to talk about what I'm currently (and feverishly) crafting at the moment, but unfortunately most of these items are Christmas presents. Don't want to ruin the surprise!

Secondly, I don't seem to have the time. 2 more sleeps until the parents come home! Yeah!! And if you haven't been following along since the beginning - the 4 of us kids (2 daughters with their significant others) are currently squatting in my parents house whilst they lead an exciting life across the pond. Yes, I so enjoy the phone calls from my dad stating they "think they might pop over to Paris for the weekend" or "take a drive to Bruges" or "hop on the train to Slovenia". Gee thanks for letting me know. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm popping over to Hamilton, taking a drive to Scarborough and hopping a train to London. Yippee!

***Okay for those that actually clicked the links and got mad because I used the worst photos of their towns (and as for London, the state that they're currently in again) I apologize! I don't hate these cities, I rather enjoy going to them (or speeding through them tee hee) I was just trying to accentuate the point of my parents galavanting through glorious cities while I'm driving through dirt and smog.

Anyhoo, atleast it's not like before, when my dad would call me from Puerto Rico in the middle of January when our furnace had broken, we had the worst snow and ice storms ever, and he says "Oh geez, y'know, I'd love to keep talking to you but it's so HOOOT here, I'm going to have to get off the phone and jump in the pool. Call Uncle Bert about the furnace, he'll know what to do. Toodles!" Jackass.

Okay so, back I go to cleaning. I've already cleaned out the fridge this morning which was great, but not so great because now it's completely empty. See, last time my parents were home, mom tried to make a sandwich, was squeezing mustard onto the bun when she noticed that the mustard had gone off. Well, gone off a long time ago. Later that day, she was making a salad and went to put on salad dressing when she noticed that it had expired. 3 months ago. So then, every single thing that she ate from then on "Didn't taste right" even if we had just gotten all that lunch meat yesterday and threw everything out. So to prevent all of our good food to be thrown out in the trash, I decided to go through every single food item we had. Good thing I did cause damn. Honestly sometimes I can't believe we're still alive.

I bid you adieu for now, but I can't possibly write a blog without adding atleast ONE photo in for your amusement. So here's my cat. I keep mentioning to you guys how fat he is (his own fat has fat) but I've never actually showcased it before. I couldn't help but take this picture of him yesterday lying on the bed. It really caught my attention as I was walking by...

And yes, that *is* in fact, his back fat hanging over the railing at the edge of the bed. I did a double take and thought Salvador Dali had somehow gotten a-hold of my cat. But nope. It's fat everyone! Nothing to worry about here.

Have a great Wednesday!!!