Almost 2 months along!

So yeah... we're 1.5 months along!

No... I'm not pregnant.
I mean we've been living in this new apartment now for a little over a month. We moved out of that house with the room-mates into this three bedroom apartment on June 1st. It's not a bad place, has a balcony, 3 bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom, livingroom and fair sized hallway. Big storage in the basement. One thing I don't entirely like is having our washer/dryer down in the basement with everyone elses because pretty much anyone can use them. The other being a lack of counter space. There's maybe 1.5 feet or so on each side of the sink if that, and that's it. Stove on one side and fridge on the other. The countertop on the dishwasher adds to the space but to use it it has to be rolled up to the sink which blocks that off and such. Was thinking of putting the microwave on that but then I'd lose that space, not to mention having to roll that thing around. I'd put it on the left side of the sink, again lost space plus the issue of how to plug it in from there. Same for the other side. If I put the washer where the fridge is and move things around from there it might not be so bad, but the question of the day is, will the washer hose reach the sink from there? I'll have to test that theory later on. Plus the fact that killing off the one spider in the kitchen window somehow exploded into MANY spiders in the window... and needing to hunt for spider spray of which will be used today. All in all I've been living out here in Kingston for 3 months now.

And I still think bagged milk should not exist. It's bags/bladders of milk... in another bag.

Another interesting point during our travels, we had gone to the theater across town to catch Revenge of the Fallen (AWESOME movie by the way in my opinion.) and we had some time to kill. After nabbing ourselves tickets we took a look in some of the stores in the surrounding vicinity. Low and behold, in Winners of all places, what did we find? For about 12 bucks per box. What's this? Battlemech? Interesting. We plot to go back out there when there's money involved.

In other worldly news, apparently the people of Kentucky think "hot dog" refers to lodging a large BBQ fork into a puppy's brain. Or rather, a large BBQ fork flying off it's handle, forking the poor puppy in the head and him being lost for three days in the woods, by a miracle surviving the ordeal. Ironically the little guy's name was Smokey, probably should be changed to Darn Lucky after that.

That's about it for now I suppose. It's my day off and I plan on doing some relaxing for the morning before I get to any cleaning and such. The kitchen could use a good wipe down and such after the horror it was to make supper. Burned my eyes with how strong the onion was, slipped on garlic and had hot tomato sauce splash me in the face. Not to mention our cat is kind of obsessed with both tomato sauce and cheese she tried to lick/eat my face lol!

Anyways, yeah, bye. :P