It's a great show. I highly recommend it, if you happen to have cable (we don't, we borrow the dvd's from my parents). I think it just started showing re-runs on NBC on Sunday nights. I used to say (joking) that I married Monk, because of some of Ricardo's particularities and peculiarities. (Now I think we're both OCD in our own ways). Today, however, I was the most monk-ish because we're having visitors next weekend and I am using it as an excuse to get some big Spring Cleaning done.
I even typed up and printed out a checklist...it's maybe half done. Some of the things on the list are extremely unlikely though: like hanging the bulletin board in our office...it hasn't been hung up in 8 months, what's another week or two? And along those lines, organizing closets probably won't happen either...as long as it looks clean, does it matter what's behind closed doors?
Other things I have discovered about myself: I really hate bleach. The smell makes me feel ill (headache!), and I don't like how it makes my hands feel the rest of the day. I've noticed that I don't clean with any bleach products very often, and today while cleaning I remembered why. While I have some cleaning products that I prefer to use because they don't bother my head, I also have started wondering how to eliminate some of the chemicals that I probably don't need to be using. Anyone out there have more experience with this? I'm all about killing germs...but not so keen on introducing other toxins (chemicals, allergens, etc) into our environment. I hope some of you have some solutions!
Other news:
Some of our other priorities shifted, since a tree (or half of one) fell in our backyard on Sunday. For those of you who remember last year's storms, this is the same tree that dropped a huge branch in our yard last May, and now it has lost more than half it's top. It took Ric awhile with a chainsaw to get it down to manageable pieces, and most of it is now out of the way, but it cut into our cleaning time a lot.
Poor Tree.
It fell on the telephone line too, and pulled it down, ripping it out of the box. Good thing we only have cell phones.
Now, I'm tired of cleaning, so I used one of my old college days tricks: whenever I got stressed or too busy, or just needed a break, I would paint my nails...that way I couldn't do anything much for at least 15 minutes...usually longer.
With pink toes and fingernails, I didn't feel like doing anything else, so blogging was a good option. Random piece of information: did you know that people with a strong or thick Texas/southern accent actually say "fungerneyls" instead of fingernails?
