Exciting night, last night, at my house.
Okay, I lie. No excitement here. I do laundry, perhaps think about cleaning, talk about plants, and then take a nap. I like naps. But anyway, last night, what excitement on TV! Season finale of 24. Now, I will admit to watching season 1 and 2. Then it switched over to SkyOne and I couldn't commit another 24 weeks so I missed season 3. And somehow got dragged into the whole thing for season 4. Which just pushed past all sorts of credibility. Why did that woman try to kill President Palmer in the first place? And that isn't the question that really bothers me. I thought the first time that they captured Marwan (at hour 19 or so before Audrey's husband dies on the table because Jack has succcessfully invaded the chinese embassy--what isn't too love?), Jack shot him in the leg. I thought he went right up to the boy and put a bullet into him beacuse a) Jack was angry b) he wanted Marwan to know he meant business and this was the beginning of the pain that could await him and c) to sort of keep him in place. Now, I'll admit I don't know how Marwan escaped but I am good with that. Need him to escape, still have hours to go, etc. etc. And besides Marwan is the Mummy and thus should have some special powers. But how does he get to be running around without a care in the world a scant few hours after the shooting I swear I saw. Then again, Jack shot him last night. In the ankle and well the guy wasn't going to get out of that. I suppose I am a little disappointed that there was no romance between Chloe and Edgar but then she could kick his ass and just about anyone else's at CTU. And the new president? What a weasel.
Also watched (just tiny bits of ) Pimp My Ride UK. And well, it is just like the Guardian said. Mechanics who have been attacked by hairdressing students and a lot of gel and the guy that have being half Xzbit and half the head guy at West Coast, oh, he could give me nightmares. Urban slang with a huge helping of east london. ooooh. spooky. I will watch it though. Much like I watch CSI:Miami. Because it makes me hurt.
Do other people wonder that someday they will be arrested for murdering their spouses?
So the H gave us all a big scare last night. He, in an attempt to prove how buff he is, has taken up running in a big way lately. Last night he tried to run the Lisburn Half-marathon. He ran the first 9 miles last night very quickly (he describes his second mile as suicidially fast) but started running out of energy after that. He struggled on. At mile 13, he had nothing left. He could see the finish. He collapsed about 200 yards short of it. He was walking. He says he started walking backwards and then just collapsed back ala Paula Radcliffe. The ambulance people came and scooped him up. They were happy that he could talk but they still kept him there, put him on oxygen and worried about him. Someone else collapsed closer than he did. He says several diabetics collapsed and there were a couple of heart attacks. He thinks he didn't eat enough that day and ran out of energy. He thinks the combination of not enough food, muggy night, too fast running, and the hill that the course ended on, all conspired to rob him of his finish.
He was angry that he hadn't finished. That he had to walk. But I think he has now switched to the 'I know how far I can push my body so that it collapses! Aren't I tough/amazing/cool/whatever that I can ignore pain and sense and make my body collapse!'
Last night I got the 'you remember that hill Jacky told you about?' I work with Jacky. She is running the New York marathon this year. She did the Belfast one a few months back, I think she is running Dublin. I asked her if she was running Lisburn and she told me no. She hates the hills. Lots of hills. And then at the end, you have to go up a big hill. So, I am like'yes, I know the hill.' And the H says 'it looks innocuous.' And I am like, No. That isn't what Jacky said. It isn't innocuous. He doesn't think it is now either.
This morning it was 'if only I had eaten another banana, I could have finished the race.'
Some day I may have to kill him.
Bad me, bad, bad bad me.
So yeah, up to the ears in work so no posting. And it isn't like I haven't had the urge to rant about too much Oasis on VH2 or the fact that I read a great blog entry on how boring Coldplay is (the H likes them what can I say) or the fact that I did go and see the latest Star Wars. What a bad film maker that George Lucas is!
And for those of you who are vaguely interested in the train wreck that my family can be, Yes! The sister has shacked up again with the man who may or may not have laid hands upon her child but most definitely used the kind of language that I would never allow any man to use in my presence (because I am a boot-wearing feminist and I don't do that kind of stuff) to describe her daughters. Strangely enough this had lead to all sorts of depression in the people she is related to. And well, I haven't even had a conversation with the children to see what they might think about all this. Makes me happy I live on an island, separated by the sea from all the madness. No trips to Wales for a long time to come.
Oh and the slugs have been doing all sorts of horrible things to my plants. Eaten all my parsley leaves. I had just bought four new parsley plants, but them in and then desolation. The H has started revenge by leaving containers of beer lying about and the suckers are drowning all over the place. I just don't know if should plant more parsley or indeed what to do with the herb garden. Its divided into eights. And really only the oregano and the chives have taken off. The mint looks like it may be about to do surprising things. The sage struggled on but is just a few leaves on a lot of stalks and the thyme is a bit hit and miss but at least the slugs are leaving it alone. I stuck some lavender in a pot and it is growing all over the place. And I really would like to grow the thyme and the parsley and I am wondering should I abandon my clay like ground and retreat to containers or should I just buy more plants, stick them in the ground, in the hopes someday they will survive?
I hate gardening.
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