They Say What They Say

Well, I made it to the old home town without incident although I may have spent $200 on a dress on my way out of Melbourne, and now I need a pair of green wedge sandals to go with it..

*ahem*

I had a trial run with getting the nephew to bed tonight. After dinner N&G announced that they had to go out and went for a drive, leaving me with F. I managed to get him there, more or less, but he was still awake when they got home and because his big boy's bed lets him look out through his bedroom window, he saw his mum and dad come home and that kind of blew it. I'll give it another go tomorrow, but at least now I have a pretty good idea of how to get him down.

I'm currently attempting to do homework, but not getting very far. Well, I've got a little far, but only a little. I'm staying at mum's house tonight, even though she's in Queensland, and for some reason it's just a little odd to be in the house without her. It's not like I haven't stayed here on my own many times in the past, but this time around it's sort of strange. However the caramel ripple ice cream that I found in the freezer did help slightly ;~)

I think now I'll pop off to bed and watch some Farscape on my laptop (Mum doesn't own a DVD player. She barely knows how to work her TV!) Seriously, how is it that Ben Browder just gets more and more better looking? I swear the man is some sort of freak! And God, I just love it when his Southern accent gets deep and heavy and it seems like he off on an ad-libbing tangent, because he is simply mesmerising!

I will leave you with this:

John Crichton: You've been lyin' to your daddy, boy, and you know you shouldn't lie to your daddy. It's gonna stop. Who's your daddy? C'mon, you know who your daddy is. Who's your daddy? D'Argo, tell him who his daddy is.
D'Argo: I'M your daddy.

*uses Jake Gyllenhaal icon again because i still don't have a Farscape one*

Well, I made it to the old home town without incident although I may have spent $200 on a dress on my way out of Melbourne, and now I need a pair of green wedge sandals to go with it..

*ahem*

I had a trial run with getting the nephew to bed tonight. After dinner N&G announced that they had to go out and went for a drive, leaving me with F. I managed to get him there, more or less, but he was still awake when they got home and because his big boy's bed lets him look out through his bedroom window, he saw his mum and dad come home and that kind of blew it. I'll give it another go tomorrow, but at least now I have a pretty good idea of how to get him down.

I'm currently attempting to do homework, but not getting very far. Well, I've got a little far, but only a little. I'm staying at mum's house tonight, even though she's in Queensland, and for some reason it's just a little odd to be in the house without her. It's not like I haven't stayed here on my own many times in the past, but this time around it's sort of strange. However the caramel ripple ice cream that I found in the freezer did help slightly ;~)

I think now I'll pop off to bed and watch some Farscape on my laptop (Mum doesn't own a DVD player. She barely knows how to work her TV!) Seriously, how is it that Ben Browder just gets more and more better looking? I swear the man is some sort of freak! And God, I just love it when his Southern accent gets deep and heavy and it seems like he off on an ad-libbing tangent, because he is simply mesmerising!

I will leave you with this:

John Crichton: You've been lyin' to your daddy, boy, and you know you shouldn't lie to your daddy. It's gonna stop. Who's your daddy? C'mon, you know who your daddy is. Who's your daddy? D'Argo, tell him who his daddy is.
D'Argo: I'M your daddy.

*uses Jake Gyllenhaal icon again because i still don't have a Farscape one*