Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Adventures in Book Swapping.

You may or may not know that I am a member of a book swapping club. For people with voracious literary appetites such as me this is a godsend. I pay postage, which is only like $2.14 per book. Beats $6.99 at Barnes and Noble. If you want to check out this nifty little site for yourself just click here. If you sign up remember to say that LuckyIrishGal referred you so I can get a free credit! So yesterday I got in a ton of books, one of which was the first in the Harry Potter series. I have decided I want to read the entire series through from book 1 - 7. I was so excited because while I currently have 7 & 2 I have yet to acquire the others. Finally I would be able to begin my Potter journey in grand style.

It was not meant to be. I opened up the little packing mailer like a five year old on Christmas morning and gasped. Not the good kind of gasping that comes from immense personal pleasure but the kind you do when you stick yourself with a safety pin. Apparently the previous owner of said Potter book went swimming while reading. I am all about the multitasking. Heck I am doing three things at once right now. All the pages were waving at me curled into themselves & stuck together. Blast!

Adding more good news to my day J found out he will be leaving for his deployment ( to Florida, oh how harsh for him) on September 11th . Is this not an omen? Bad things will forever occur on September 11th.

Monday, July 30, 2007

More than one in mine...

There's one in every family

J and I are a strange couple. Anyone who knows us will tell you that. Our pet names are best kept between us since they might insult other people. We enjoy heated arguments but if you accuse us of fighting we will look at you like you sprouted a third eye. Us fight? We never fight.
We are what happens when two oddballs get together.

Recently it became painfully obvious that one of those oddities is going to warp our son. In the living room we have no couch, just a pair of matching leather recliners. I have my chair, J has hid. No matter they are identical we never sit in the other's personal spot. A night at out house usually finds J playing a video game with me either on the computer or seated next to him reading a book. In between matches against other players online J sometime reaches over to me and does this slap/pat thing to the top of my arm. It does not hurt but it does make a lot of noise. Rory has witnessed this enough that last night he ran over to his daddy and walloped him. J looked over at me sort of stunned and said, "I am going to have to stop hitting you so much."

To the outside world that would send up all sorts of warning bells. Never fear, I am far from abused. If anything I am treated like a queen and slightly worshipped by my man. Yes, it is good to be me. So J decides he wants to remedy this problem he created immediately. He gets his sons attention and proceeds to rub my arm the way you might a favored cat and say, "Nice mommy."
Yes mommy is very nice. Rory runs over and I now have two people rubbing my arm. I told J that while this might work for now we really do not want him thinking it is okay to just rub someone any more than we want him to think it is alright to hit. J said we had to choose between sexual harassment or assault.
We should write a parenting book, don't you think?

Sunday, July 29, 2007

The sun is hot. Duh.

I am so over summer. I am not a hot weather person. I have very pale skin that never tans courtesy of my scots/irish heritage. When I say I have never had a tan I am not exaggerating in the least. I can burn in under five minutes and there is no peeling. Nope, I just have to deal with the pink until it fades back to snowy white. If there was such a thing as SPF 2000 I would own stock in it. I thought about going to get that mystic tan stuff but then I would just look strange. For 23 years I have been the same shade as Casper the friendly ghost, I do not think now is the time to change that. Yes I hear all the jokes about how I am a ghost, I glow in the dark, etc. blah blah blah. Your just so funny. If you couple my pale skin with my love of rare meat and the dark I could be a vampire.

On the plus side I will still be allowed to go outside while all you sunbathers have the skin cancers removed from you back! *raspberry

Friday, July 27, 2007

Celebri-tards

I have an addiction.

To celebrity gossip.

So I go to Perez Hilton's site daily, so what? My addiction is way nicer than say Lindsay Lohan's or whatever Brit Brit is on. We all know Brit has to be on something.

I never thought I would see the day I wanted K-Fed to get custody. Okay so why am I blogging about celebrities? Cause I am bored and my life does not have car chases.
Do I envy these people. Heck No! So what if they can afford designer junk, I have something they do not...sobriety!

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Go to sleep child!

Today my son has refused the napping business completely. He has been in a great mood though so I guess I should not complain. My day consisted of watching "The Hills Have Eyes 2" which had quite a few plot holes not to mention the parts that were complete and utter nonsense. Bridget does not recommend it to her friends. All her enemies are welcome to watch it on repeat.

I joined a web group with a few other writers. We kind of critique each other and offer encouragement, helpful tips, etc.

We are going to be collaborating on an anthology soon. Our topic should be nailed down by the end of this month. Who knows maybe you can download my ebook soon. As for my personal stuff, well it is coming along, just not at the pace that I would like. I am sure all writes wish they could knock out ten chapters in a day. Not gonna happen though.

Before I sign off for the day I thought we could play a round of "what's wrong with this picture." So many things are but there really is a glaring problem.

Monday, July 23, 2007

My heart belongs to Orkin

When the highlight of your day is finding a dead spider you know it is time for a new hobby. That being said, guess what the highlight of my day was? I do believe the words "Long live the Orkin man!" actually escaped my me. In my defense it is not even 2pm yet. The day has plenty of promise for good things to happen.

On our recent trip back home to the family estate in TX both Mom and J got spider bit. There is a renewed hatred for spiders amongst my crew. It took about three weeks for the bites to heal. I am just thankful they did not seek out the baby flesh. Rory was safe except for some mosquito bites. You could not go outside for five seconds without getting nailed by those nasty lil bloodsuckers from beyond the grave.

Today in speech class Rory said "Car", "Train", "Meow", "Go", and "Drink". They were his variations but at least we have words. Victory feels so good.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

If I were a ___ then my name would be___.

Trying to catch up on some stuff so here is what I got for you.

1. YOUR REAL NAME:
Bridget

2. YOUR GANsTA NAME: (lil and kind of pants ur wearing)
Lil Capri

3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color and fav animal.)
Zip Zilch because I do not have a fav animal or color

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (ur middle name and street u live on)
Marie David

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME:
(the first 3 letters of your last name, first2 letters of your first name.)
Jacbr, the force is strong with me

6. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (Your 2nd favorite color, and favorite drink)
Oh geez, umm Blue Tea

7. YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one of your pets)
Black Lily

Saturday, July 21, 2007

My 1st crush

I thought that today I would share a little bit about my first crush.

When I was just a slip of a girl I decided I wanted to marry my daddy when I grew up. It sounded like a good idea at the time. I was only three so hey what did I know about incest. This did not last long because I was concerned about what my mom would do if I stole my daddy away from her. I just knew I was his favorite girl in the whole wide world. I did not know then that they would divorce when I was in the 7th grade. Moot point I know.

So anyways Dad loved to watch action type guy movies with lots of yelling and the chopping off the heads of your enemies. One of these films was Conan. Yes my first real crush was on Conan the Barbarian.
After Conan I was sold on Arnold Schwarzenegger. I think I have seen every movie he has ever made. To this day I still carry a torch for the man.

Friday, July 20, 2007

All my ducklings

This little guy wandered up into our yard. He was following a pair of ducks that I assume are a mating pair.

Every time the poor fellow tried to whisper sweet nothings in the lady ducks hear he got a beak full from her baby daddy. I had my own little soap opera in my front yard. So here is how I think it went down.

The lone duck, we will call him Wilburn, used to be with the female Val. But she went on a beyond borders kind of trip to help refugees in Canada
-Yes Canada, where do you think ducks go for asylum, Mexico?-
so anyways she was there with Dr. Stud when she hit her head and developed amnesia. She cannot remember her love for Wil and is being fed lies by Dr. Stud who has always had a thing for her. In a desperate attempt to win her back Wil has followed them on their date to the little bistro Chez Jackson, where you can get the best stale bread on the block. Wil is determined to win Val back but Dr. Stud beats him at every turn.
Unfortunately I do not know how it turns out because the show was canceled due to low viewership. I was the only viewer. SO how do you think it should end?




Thursday, July 19, 2007

Pool Party


Today was Rory's first trip to the pool...ever. We went down to my neighbor Mac's house and swam with her and her two kiddos. Rory was not quite sure about water that did not involve the bath tub. He did not take too long to acclimate though. There was a little temerature gauge that floated around with a car on top of it. He had to have the car. We swam for about 30-45 minutes before getting out in favor of a snack. Rory also had another first today. His first girlfriend. Her name is Alli and she just loves to give him kisses.


Here she is kissing his back since he would not cooperate with her amorous endevors. By the end of the afternoon he was running over to her to recieve his sugars. He was willing to stay there with her instead of go home with me which is highly unusal for my son. I have been thrown over for another woman who does not even reach my knees!
Look at those little blondies! Once we got home Mom and I made fried catfish and fried patty pan squash for dinner. I have been munching on the squash slowly since then. A nibble here, a nibble there. Now the rain is coming down. I hope it will help to cool things off. I do not know what itis about water combined with sun that just wears a body out. I am ready for bed time and it is not eve eight o'clock yet.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Bad humor

Rory is enjoying his breakfast so I thought now would be a good time to do the posting. He is in a good mood which is surprising since he did a lovely face plant on the brick hearth last night. Thankfully I have those foamy things on the edges of we would have had to go get stitches. He is sporting a nice little bruise on his cheek.

I signed up for this new feature called Box-O-Books at PaperbackSwap.com. It is a program where I send several titles to a member in return for the same number of titles. The only thing that makes this any different from the normal swap is that we do not have to use the credits. I know that probably makes very little sense to anyone who is not already familiar with PaperbackSwap.Com but I am excited to just smile and nod.

I got in trouble last night. I was in a little chat room with some out of state friends and someone made a comment about the little girl that got injured on the pool drain. If you are unfamiliar then you can check it out here.
So I said that reading the article makes you pucker up. Well this lead some random guy in the chat to say "Yea, that drain tore her a new one."
Yea I laughed but in my defense I laughed when my husband broke his foot. I call it stress laugh. When you know it is totally inappropriate and wrong but the giggle bubbles up. The worse the stress the harder I laugh. I need counseling. But like Bram Stoker said, "When humor comes knocking who can refuse to answer?"
Several people got mad and left the chat because we were making fun of some poor little girl.
Not really. Some of us just deal better with humor.
I am one of those people. Not that I am going to bust out my stand up routine at a funeral.

The munchkin must be done eating since he is trying to coax the cat with his cracker. Gotta go be a mom now.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Not a morning person

Trying to get the view all the dust bunnies have.
I am not a morning person. I will get up with my child but heaven forbid we have an actual appointment somewhere. J is very similar so we avoid contact in the mornings. Rory is a pretty good morning person. He can be easily annoyed for about thirty minutes when he first gets up but throw some food and him an he settles down. All you people that are cheery and Ms. Mary Sunshine before lunch, I throw a curse in your general direction.

The only time I am ever up and ready to meet the world is if there is shopping involved. Not grocery shopping, but real I get to buy frivolities shopping. I could go a lifetime without ever doing grocery shopping again. We had to go to *gulp* Walmart this past weekend to buy food. Oh the torture. Trying to get food that everyone will eat is bad but J is a budget hound and breathes down my neck. Once you factor a toddler into the mix it really starts to get interesting. J and I have this long standing argument about the baskets. J will let Rory sit or stand in the back while I am pulling my hair out screaming "He is going to fall out!"

This might not be so important to me if it had not recently happened to a friend of mine. Listening to her describe the event is enough to make any parent strap their child down. You will never forget the sound of your baby's head hitting concrete floor. *Shiver*
I think I may have finally won the battle on Saturday. I refused to talk to J as long as Rory was in the back of the basket. Most men might relish having a wife that won't speak when angry. J will tell them that they have never received the cold shoulder from me.

I did do the shopping by myself once recently was witness to the most horrific scene of a child in need of a good butt busting. So now you know I am pro "spare the rod, spoil the child".
I do not think a child should be spanked unless they are doing something to endanger themselves i.e. running out into the road, or they are just being little demons.
This child was a demon. He wanted out of the basket. I know this because he was screaming it loud enough in an octave that would have made Pavarotti proud. His mother was pushing the cart while trying to ward of blows from her kid and then he tried to choke her. I am serious. This women did not even blink. She just kept going like this happens everyday. I tried to avoid the same aisles to the point that I was admiring every roll of toilet paper just to give her time to get ahead of me.

Speaking of bad children I do believe my son is trying to disassemble daddies electronics. I would let him but I am afraid he might get electrocuted. Farewell.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Lily Llama

I have been meaning to post a picture of Lily after her haircut. The dog I dropped off looked like this. When I returned Lily had been magically transfomed into a Llama.
She won't get too hot outside now. I know she has to feel better but I cannot help but be a bit embarassed for her. She just looks so silly.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

A Tale of Tattoos

I have gotten the same tattoo survey twice on myspace. I feel the time has come to share my body modification story.

My Mother told me when I was just barely old enough to understand what a tattoo was that if I ever got one while living under her roof she would scrub it off with an SOS pad. Sort of like a home version of dermabrasion. If you knew my Mother you would know this was not an idle threat. My Father had a tattoo that was horribly done. He got while overseas with the Navy. It was supposed to have Mom's name under it but there were not even enough letters. It was a very good example of why you should not get tattooed while drunk in a foreign country in the company of enlisted men. I am happy to say I have never done this.

At first I would never have dreamed of getting a tattoo. That changed when I got my belly button pierced at 17. Mom was in San Antonio with Aunt B and Grandma so I decided it was safe to go about teenage rebellion. I went to Modern Primitives with J's cousin Christy and J's brother's then girlfriend. Christy and I are very close so of course I wanted her to come while I inflicted pain on myself. Plus Christy has three tattoos and at one time four piercings. I figured why not have a veteran in my corner. Well "girlfriend" got pierced first. No problems at all. Took all of sixty seconds and looked great. I went next and was not so lucky. My skin is extra tough so he had a really hard time getting the needle through. (I lovingly refer to my dermal covering Rhino hide.) He had to punch it to get it to work and the third time it finally went. I jumped so hard I thought I was going to flip backwards over the chair. The words that came out of my mouth were far from ladylike. Now would be the time to mention I have a very low tolerance for pain. I also feel that that which causes me pain ought to share in it. Christy grabbed my arm about a second before my fist connected with the poor guy.


After about an hour it felt fine. No pain or anything. That would the plus to having really thick skin. Personally I did not think it looked all that cool. Then again I had to stare at it upside down. J is never a good source for opinions so I didn't rely on him to give me feedback. The problems began later that day. I seem to have a habit of smoothing my short down over my stomach. Every time I would do this my hand would catch the top of the jewelry and pull it down. A tiny tear began to develop at the top of the piercing. Two days of that and I had had enough. So I quit and took it out. I did tell Mom but quickly added that it was already gone. She was stunned that her pantie waist of a daughter let someone come near her with a needle.

What does this have to do with a tattoo? I'm getting there.

I thought that since piercing is so very out, lets try a different avenue. The week I turned eighteen Christy took me out to get my first tattoo.

Notice how Christy is always around during these little rites of passage? Well she earned it since I saw her through two of her tattoos that she might not have gotten had I not been around to encourage her. I am such a bad little monkey.

I decided on a triquetra on the base of my spine. (which is a symbols in many cultures including Celtic and christian. Three interwoven pieces form a triangle that represents the three aspects of existence, birth-life-death, triune goddess, or God- Holy Spirit-Jesus. A circle for everlasting life / life cycle. Really it means something different to so many people because so many cultures adopted it and who know who got it first.) Surprisingly I did good, no tears or whining except for when I forgot to breathe and almost threw up. Tattoos are not so much horribly painful as they are annoying. It felt more like a million fire ants chewing on me than actual needles stabbing tiny holes filled with ink. Sounds charming huh?

I asked for it to be green and black but Mister Tattoo Guy decided my body was his temple to play with. When I got to see it in the mirror it was black, green, orange, and yellow. Imagine my surprise. I paid $200 dollars for him to exercise creative rights on my body. It is really pretty and I like it. I just wish he had asked me first. Like the piercing my tattoo did not hurt at all about thirty minutes after it was done. I slept on my back that night and never felt any different.
Mom said "At least you got something pretty and not tweety bird." No dermabrasion, Yay!
Personally I think that tattoos should mean something to you or else they are pointless. Unless you are Hugh Hefner's girlfriend or were playmate of the year, avoid the bunny.


Six months later I got some tribal work done on the left and right sides of my lower back to kind of add to it. I am done with tattoos. Sure there are ones I would like but I just do not think I could pull off the heavily modified look. In theory I would like a roman scale for my mother who is a Libra on the back of my right shoulder and a roman numeral IV on the inside of my left wrist for my husband who is the ___ J. ____ IV. Something for my son would also be nice, but I do not see those ever being actually transferred from my brain to my body. I am happy with things the way they are.


I do not regret my choice. Most people never even see it. The few who do are shocked that I have it. I am not sure why this is so shocking to them. J hated it for a long time but has since come around and finds it sexy. I told him it was a good thing since neither it nor I were going anywhere soon.
<-------- There she is.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Circus Hamsters


Feeling kind of goofy today. I have no idea why but I am going to go with it. Don't know why I posted a pic of hamsters. I loathe hamsters. Bad childhood experience with one. I had him for about 48 hours. He bit me and then died. I am toxic, watch out!

I have a whole lot of junk I am trying to sell on Amazon. My personal library is a bit full so I am trying to weed it out. It is so hard to say goodbye to good literature. With the never ending stream of books coming into my possession I just needed to have some space to store them. You understand right?
Somehow I feel like I am abandoning a child.

Until I get the $$$.

Then I got a bit nutty and start trying to sell anything that is not nailed down. I have to stop myself and count the pets to make sure I did not box one up. Rory is safe because he won't stand to have his shoes tied so accidentally being shipped is not something he has the attention span for. Right now said shoes are being used as gloves. Why should shoes only be put on feet anyways? My son is all for diversity.

What does the weekend have in store for us? Not a whole lot. Have to do the bi-weekly grocery shopping. Our food supply is down and my family is starting to give me the stink eye when I suggest they make a sandwich. SO sorry I am not enough of a culinary genius to make gourmet out of black eyed peas, canned green beans, and pudding. I can only do so much magic.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

My night @ Hogwarts.

J and I went to see the new Harry Potter movie last night with my girlfriend Daly. It was really good. I loved it immensely. Was it different from the book? Yes. But who wants to sit for six hours to watch the book played out verbatim? Probably quite few people I know but I am not that die hard. Sorry folks. It was entertaining. Here is a picture of Tonks. She is one of my favorite characters. I really like her in this movie even though her part was rather small.

<---- Tonks (purple hair, duh.)
I am not a Helena Bonham Carter fan. Couldn't tell you why. I did however think she did a fantastic job with Bellatrix Lestrange.

Bellatrix Lestrange -->




Luna Lovegood was more entertaining on film than in the book I think. I never quite followed her train of thought in the book. Neville and Ginny are growing up nicely. Still don't like Cho Chang. Wish Ron & Hermione would figure out that they are destined to be together. At least in my world.

For those of you that do not watch Harry, todays post was quite dull huh? Hey it will be at least a year before I can reviwe another one.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

M.A.D.D. (Mothers Against Dumb Decisions)

Last night was traumatic as the computer refused to cooperate with my blogging needs. But today is a new day so I am trying to let bygones be bygones. Besides I get to see Harry Potter tonight so not much can really bring me down at this point. I did have to try to prove myself wrong though. Rory and I had a play date to attend this morning so we got up and headed to the base to see his friends. Somewhere between snacks and swings we (the moms) decided "Let's all go to Golden Corral for lunch." So five moms and ten children all under five drove in a mini van parade to the restaurant. It is days like today that I am thankful for that little chemical imbalance I have that allows the doctors to provide me with happy pills.

These kids have been playing since nine, up way before that, and it is 11:30 by the time we get seated. Hmm, do you think maybe the children were cranky? Yea, the mommies looked like they had endured a public beating by dessert. All the kids were into the delirious mischief stage by then so while the adults slowly began to crawl towards insanity they were on a second wind. I left out first so I am hoping my girlfriends survived. I took my one and fled. He is now sleeping in a sugar coma. Too bad i have to get him up for speech soon. Maybe we can both crash after his speech coach leaves this afternoon. I want to be bright eyed and bushy tailed by 7:15 for Mr. Potter.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Grr. Arg.

Well I tried to blog tonight but I am no longer technology friendly. Try again tomorrow when my palm stops itching for a hammer.

Monday, July 9, 2007

That Potter boy again


So the next Harry Potter movie is about to hit a theater near you. I can always tell when it is getting close because Daniel Radcliffe suddenly appears all over the Internet. Since he has done that nude seen in Equus he even shows up on those annoying porn pop ups, no pun intended.

Mom is usually our babysitter when we go out to the movies but she said for Harry Potter she will brave the crowd. Mom is legally deaf but not stone cold deaf. She had a cochlear implant and a hi tech hearing aid that make hearing possible but only if you are looking right at her. Turn off her electronics and she wouldn't hear a bomb go off. A lot of theaters do not have the proper equipment for people like Mom to be able to enjoy a movie. Ours does, thankfully. She just jacks right into the speakers.
J says with her ears and all the other machinery that has been implanted into her body ( new knees, rods & screws for leg, etc.) that when she dies we should hock her to NASA to be made into a space shuttle. She has such a sweet son in law. She has been trying to loose weight and I told her to look on the bright side, she actually does weigh less all her cyborg body parts are weighing her down. Gee guess her daughter isn't much nicer.

Sunday, July 8, 2007

Big Mama would know what to call it.

We tried to get out and about today but Mom felt way sick half way through Target so we headed home. We planned to venture out again but decided against it. Who can afford the gas prices to just go driving around without a destination in mind? Not me. K's hubby stated yesterday that his truck payment and the amount her spend on gas per month are the same. J, Mom, Rory and I went out with K's family for dinner @ Ruby Tuesdays. I had a bison burger. Tasted like cow to me. They just call it Bison so they can charge me an extra $2.50. Rory got to play with K's little boy. Those two are so cute together. Rory went up to him and put his arm around him. K's baby girl is so precious. She is about 2 months now. I wanted to take her home with me. Her daddy said I could but K objected. Dang! Almost had my baby girl without any stretch marks.

I noticed Friday afternoon that the week was dragging on. This weekend has been so slow and boring. Well for me it has. Lavender Chick had a full and eventful weekend. A little too full for me. She has much better coping skills than I do. If I feel a tad over whelmed I tend to lash out those beneath me in the pecking order. So the cats get a proper scolding.

Now I have to think of a title for this post. I am not feeling it though. I am just not as creatively resourceful as Big Mama

Saturday, July 7, 2007

Very quickly.

Transformers = good entertainment. Watch it.

TV will rot your brain



In case you need a little refresher on the Mouser scale.



I spent Friday evening watching all three of the blockbuster mailers I had received over the week.




The Hamiltons


Wow. Talk about your plot twists.


This movies was one of the After Dark Horror Fests Eight Films to Die For in 2006. They were released over a course of three days and then went directly to video. Supposedly they were "Too scary for the average viewer." having seen five so far I would have to say not. But that is a whole new can of worms.


So the Hamiltons is about a family of siblings with a dark secret. The story is told mostly from teenager Francis' point of view. Through the course of the movie we start to get an idea of what horrible secret the family harbors. I would not say it was a stellar rental but it was probably the best out of the Eight Films to Die for. It had an original idea and presented itself well. I give it three mousers out of five.



Suspiria
I would like to start off by saying that I believe this film was probably very frightening at the time it was produced. By today's standards it falls a little flat. Suzy Bannion is an American who enrolls in a prestigious ballet academy in Germany that she realizes is run by witches. You do not see the whole witch storyline to often today. It was a nice change of pace from the norm. This is actually the first in a trilogy by Argento about the witches. I plan to watch the second installment "Inferno" soon. The third and final chapter is still in production and stars Dario's daughter Asia Argento whom you might remember from her roles in XXX with Vin Diesel or Day of the Dead. I give this one only two out of five simply because I am spoiled by modern cinema.


Dark Corners
They tried so hard to make this scary. The only way to describe this it that it is a psychological thriller that makes you go a bit insane along with the main characters. Was there a plot? I really do not know folks. One out of five

Since I mentioned them I will give you a quick run down of how the eight films rated for me.

The Grave dancers- Four out of Five mousers. Evil spirits punish disrespectful people who dared to dance upon their graves. Definitely some intense moments and the make up effects were creepy.



Wicked Little Things- One out of five. Children kill and eat people? I kept wondering why no one just ran them over or grabbed a bat. Please do not waste your time on this. I beg you.



Penny Dreadful- two out of five. Penny is phobic of cars so she and her Shrink take a road trip to cure her. To bad a crazy psycho wants to kill them. This one was fairly humorous.



The Hamiltons- already reviewed.



Abandoned- waiting on it to come in the mail



Snoop Dogg's Hood of Horror- Do I really need to specify why I will be skipping this one? Snoop Dogg already did a Horror flick Called "Bones". It sucked. Besides how scary is a guy that spends most of his time smoking weed?



Dark Ride- Not sure if I am on board for this one either. A serial killer that haunts a roller coaster?



The was actually a ninth film titled "Reincarnation" it is a Japanese flick to I will just wait for the American remake staring Sarah Michelle Gellar.

Friday, July 6, 2007

Boredom is brain death

It is a rare and tragic thing when I become bored. As an only child boredom was a definite possibility but my Mother, the genius that she, is trained me to never utter the words "I'm bored." On occasions that I slipped up in front of her I would be put to a task that was truly loathsome. You couldn't take it back either. Once you said it you were toast. Today I am bored. Why do I feel safe saying this online when I still fear saying it aloud? Because my Mother only reads my blog like once a month so by the time she catches this it will be old news. I have to take the Lily to Petco for a haircut.
<------------------ The Lily!
Girlfriend is shedding like crazy all over my house. She generates whole dust bunny communities. Then there is the almost daily trip to Walmart to get whatever I forgot to get yesterday or ran out of last night. Curses. My days are so fantastic.

Back on topic. J is always bored. He has played his XBOX game "Lost Planet" until it is slightly warped and burned out one game console. He has a new game but he is trying to make it last instead of playing it to the end in just one weekend. What happens when J is bored? He comes to me to entertain him. No matter if I am reading a book or doing whatever I must stop and play with him. I am beginning to see why my Mother instituted the rule when I was little.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

When idiots breed

Nicole Ritchie is pregnant?! I am sorry but this is the sort of thing that leads to double posts in one day. How could this happen. Well I know how it happened. And on that note I would just like to say eww. Yick.

The mental images are enough to make you want to stick a hot poker in eyes. So I am no Paris Hilton fan but Nicole is so obnoxiously rude like we should all bow down and take it cause her Daddy used to be hot. (Hey I used Paris' catch phrase.)

J and I used to watch "The Simple Life" because it was hilarious how inept these girls were. Now she is going to be in charge of raising another human being? I doubt that this child is going to grow up to be any good to the human race.

May God and Nicole Richie prove me wrong.

P.S. Bet Hilary Duff laughed her rear off. Her ex probably thought he was gonna have a great time with Nicole and now he is stuck with her. Cause you know all guys want quality woman like Ms. Richie to bear their progeny.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Mouser scale of Horror movies

Here is a preview of the new rating system I devised for all those horror movies I watch .

One Mouser.
(Yes I know you've seen this pic before, deal with it)
For movies that are so obscure and confusing that they just leave you feeling slightly less intelligent.
"Don't Look Down" (1973)

Two Mousers.
When a film was unintentionally funny or the character designated as the comic relief steals the show.
"Tremors" (1990)

Three Mousers.
Your chugging along and then WHAM a major plot twist no one even dreamed possible.
"The Sixth Sense" (1999)

Four Mousers.
These movies have lots of cringe worthy moments that make you want to crawl into the lap of the stranger sitting next to you.
"Poltergeist" (1982)
Five Mousers
So scary that even if you went to the theater with you preacher you will shout OMFG!! at the top of your lungs.
"Aliens" (1986)

Monday, July 2, 2007

Termites and Teeth ruin my day

Before we bought our house we had it inspected. The man was very thorough and told us what would need to be fixed now and what could wait. One of the more immediate problems was termites. Seems they are a big problem in this area. I was unfamiliar with them before moving here. Our realtor brokered a deal to have the house treated before purchase. Now a year later I noticed some termites and figured they had come back. Turns out they never left. The Orkin man says whoever did the job last year more or less pretended. So now we have a major infestation that has done real damage. Well crap. There go my new cabinets. Sears was supposed to come and install these gorgeous cabinets with European hinges in Autumn Flame. Seeing as how my husband is owned by Uncle Sam we do not make enough dinero to afford a minor kitchen remodel and termite eradication. Bye-bye cabinets. *Sniffle*

More "good" news. I went to the dentist today for my 6 month cleaning and also for him to check out the abscess that the Oral Surgeon found. I think I got it when they extracted my wisdom teeth. Something to do with a filling that got infected when the socket from my extraction did. So now I need a root canal. Yippee Skippy. I am really rocking out today!

Aunt B and Grandma are heading out tomorrow morning for Texas. It has been a good visit. Yesterday we watched the entire Mummy franchise complete with The Rock prequel. I am going to miss my family but I look forward to life going back to normal.