Showing posts with label L-O-V-E. Show all posts
Showing posts with label L-O-V-E. Show all posts
Monday, July 26, 2010
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
I'm Totally Doing This!
When I get married, I'm doing something like this, but not this exactly cause it's not cool to copy (just ask your 3rd grade teacher).
Just know that whatever happens at my wedding is going to be F-U-N!!!!!!!!!! (cause I think traditional mushy wedding stuff is boring...sorry)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
J.J. WTF?
Seriously? That's how you're gonna leave Lost for this season? I am SO GLAD this show has only one more season! I friggin' heart it but it totally stresses me out. And I don't know if I can handle another Lost season finale. Earlier this evening I could barely stand up straight cause I was so sleepy...now I'm wide awake.
J.J. let's just talk okay? Let's just get things out in the open.
First: That's how you're going to bring back Rose and Bernard and even the dumb dog Vincent? What, did people start writing in griping how you just completely dropped them from the show and let us "assume" they were killed in the flaming arrow attack so you had to appease them with the whole, "This is how we want to retire." bit? That was SO not part of the story and obviously thrown in there at the last minute.
Second: Kate is a plague on every man she comes in contact with. And Juliet is the martyr. This is how it goes:
Kate: I love you. No I don't. I've always been on your side. Ummm...we're not ACTUALLY together. So you're saying you want to make it so we never met? Why?
Juliet: You'll always love Kate more than me so now I will go kill myself to save you.
Ugggghhhh!!!!!
Third: I knew it was preposterous that Locke would come back to life! I knew it! And I also picked up on the fact that Locke had turned from bumbling sad and pathetic man to Mr. I'm so confident I'm going to march right up to Jacob and kill him. I knew it! Good move J.J.
Fourth: I kinda wanna go back and watch Jack and Sawyer duke it out again...is that wrong? :)
Fifth: The cabin on fire. Did anyone else catch the fact that even though they just threw a few (like 3) bottles of fire in the old moldy musty cabin in the middle of a rainforest type jungle that it went up like a huge ball of fire? I mean, even if you doused the entire cabin with gasoline, it wouldn't burn like that. It was kinda ridiculous.
Sixth: Maybe Miles was right about doing nothing....
Seventh: Of all the ways for Sayid to go, you pick "He got shot by a Dharma guy that missed every other target he aimed for." C'mon! It's Sayid! He's a friggin' assassin for crying out loud! Shot...blah! Well...okay it wasn't just a random guy...it was Ben's dad. But still Ben's dad is a drunkard. So...he got shot by a drunkard...blah!
Eighth: Jack didn't cry. :( I like to see Jack cry...it makes me giggle.
Ninth: Too many dramatic pauses.
Tenth: I can't wait till 2010. Why do I have to wait till 2010? Can you just give me a little sneak peak? Please? I'll be your best friend! *sigh* Fine!
J.J. let's just talk okay? Let's just get things out in the open.
First: That's how you're going to bring back Rose and Bernard and even the dumb dog Vincent? What, did people start writing in griping how you just completely dropped them from the show and let us "assume" they were killed in the flaming arrow attack so you had to appease them with the whole, "This is how we want to retire." bit? That was SO not part of the story and obviously thrown in there at the last minute.
Second: Kate is a plague on every man she comes in contact with. And Juliet is the martyr. This is how it goes:
Kate: I love you. No I don't. I've always been on your side. Ummm...we're not ACTUALLY together. So you're saying you want to make it so we never met? Why?
Juliet: You'll always love Kate more than me so now I will go kill myself to save you.
Ugggghhhh!!!!!
Third: I knew it was preposterous that Locke would come back to life! I knew it! And I also picked up on the fact that Locke had turned from bumbling sad and pathetic man to Mr. I'm so confident I'm going to march right up to Jacob and kill him. I knew it! Good move J.J.
Fourth: I kinda wanna go back and watch Jack and Sawyer duke it out again...is that wrong? :)
Fifth: The cabin on fire. Did anyone else catch the fact that even though they just threw a few (like 3) bottles of fire in the old moldy musty cabin in the middle of a rainforest type jungle that it went up like a huge ball of fire? I mean, even if you doused the entire cabin with gasoline, it wouldn't burn like that. It was kinda ridiculous.
Sixth: Maybe Miles was right about doing nothing....
Seventh: Of all the ways for Sayid to go, you pick "He got shot by a Dharma guy that missed every other target he aimed for." C'mon! It's Sayid! He's a friggin' assassin for crying out loud! Shot...blah! Well...okay it wasn't just a random guy...it was Ben's dad. But still Ben's dad is a drunkard. So...he got shot by a drunkard...blah!
Eighth: Jack didn't cry. :( I like to see Jack cry...it makes me giggle.
Ninth: Too many dramatic pauses.
Tenth: I can't wait till 2010. Why do I have to wait till 2010? Can you just give me a little sneak peak? Please? I'll be your best friend! *sigh* Fine!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
It's like Jack is my boyfriend or something...
Don't we look great together? It's like it was meant to be...*sigh*Oh, and Kate, you better watch your back girl! Mmmm-hmmmm.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Happy! Happy! Joy! Joy!
Welcome everyone to my favorite show...yep, you guessed it...Lost! In case you don't know, it's my absolute most favorite show of all time. I know some of you don't like it. I know some of you don't care. I know some of you used to watch it but have now given up on it. But I love it and therefore must blog about it. So in preparation for Season 5 which starts next Wednesday (hooray!), I thought I would share with you my two favorite clips from the Season 4 Finale. Oddly they both include creepy evil Ben whom I originally did not like. I have since acquired a strange sort of affection for his evilness. I mean, he's a really good bad guy.
Clip A:
This is where Ben kills Keamy, the guy that was sent to capture him. The really good bad part is at the very end after Locke tells Ben he's just killed everyone on the frieghter by killing Keamy and Ben says, "So." Love it!
Clip B:
This is the very end of Season 4. My favorite part here is about 1:30 into the clip as Jack is standing over the coffin and you hear Ben say, "Hello Jack." and Jack almost jumps out of his skin.
Anyways, I won't bore all of you non-fans with my ramblings about a show none of you (except Alison) watch. Maybe someday I will, but not today. Let's just say I love Lost more than...hmmm...naps.
Clip A:
This is where Ben kills Keamy, the guy that was sent to capture him. The really good bad part is at the very end after Locke tells Ben he's just killed everyone on the frieghter by killing Keamy and Ben says, "So." Love it!
Clip B:
This is the very end of Season 4. My favorite part here is about 1:30 into the clip as Jack is standing over the coffin and you hear Ben say, "Hello Jack." and Jack almost jumps out of his skin.
Anyways, I won't bore all of you non-fans with my ramblings about a show none of you (except Alison) watch. Maybe someday I will, but not today. Let's just say I love Lost more than...hmmm...naps.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Okay, I Really Think I Might Die This Time!
I just have four things to say:
1. J.J. Abrams
2. Good Night Nurse look at how friggin' hot Chris Pine is!
3. May 8, 2009
4. I'm sorry Sylar that J.J. made your eyebrows like that but don't worry, I still love you!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
I Hereby Solemnly Swear...
...to talk no more of rats and roaches. I know it's really grossing people out...well, it's grossing me out...so I'm done.
However, in case you didn't know, I went to the NKOTB concert last Sunday and let me just say that it was THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!
Just imagine being 12 years old and all of your dreams come true. That's what it felt like to be there at the concert. I don't know what you dreamed about when you were 12, but my obsession was NKOTB and a boy named Bryan Hantes (I can't believe I remembered his name...) that I had a stalker-ish crush on. Hmmm...come to think of it I was really really obsessed with him. I'm not going to go into the details because I really don't think anyone cares how weird I was at 12 years old, but lets just say I scare me.
Anyways, back to NKOTB...I took some videos but they are all too big of a file to post here. Maybe if someone would be kind enough to enlighten me on how to get a video bigger than 100 MB to post, I would post them for you. They aren't great quality by any means but they do make me smile. :) So instead of videos, you'll have to make do with my written memories...
I screamed so much that my chest hurt like it does right before you get sick.
It finally hit me that I was seeing NKOTB again when they started Please Don't Go Girl and then I turned into a 12 year old and started screaming and jumping up and down. It was beautiful.
I felt a little weird doing the hand wave for Hangin' Tough because if you looked out over the audience it was like in the movies when crowds of people did the whole "Heil Hitler" salute.
I couldn't stop screaming. What was it that made me scream? I have no idea. Especially when Donnie went out on stage and just stood there...we went nuts...completely nuts...and all he did was stand there.
I was sadly disappointed when Donnie sang Covergirl. He always would choose a little girl from the audience, pull her up on stage and then sing that song to her. This time he had these *ahem* "dancers" with him on stage and it just made my stomach turn a little. I still screamed and sang along though.
When I got there I kind of wanted to kick myself for not forking out the extra who knows how much money to sit as close to the stage as I could. If I had it to do over again, I probably would have paid an obscene amount of money to be closer...as close as I could get. That's dumb huh? Yeah, it is but I would have done it.
And last, I know that I thought they were "oh so fine" when I was 12 and 13 and even a little of 14 years old, but I am here to say that those boys turned into some very very very good looking men. Holy. Freaking. Cow.
Okay, and here is one obsession about my 7th grade crush Bryan Hantes that I will share with you so you know I am serious when I say that I was weird. I knew what kind of car his parents drove because I would watch to see when he got dropped off in the morning for school. I would then spend every minute I was in the car or on the bus looking at every car that passed by to see if it was his. I also knew his schedule (which I figured out by sheer observation), and all of the different shirts he wore and I would keep track of them and make predictions to myself each day on what I thought he would be wearing. Oh! And here's one more thing you don't care to know...I had his old science book...you know how you used to have to write your name in the front cover of the book (I don't know if they still do that or not), well...I thought it was surely a sign that we were meant for each other when I saw his name written by his own hand in the book that was issued to me.
And just so you know, I never spoke one word to him...ever.
However, in case you didn't know, I went to the NKOTB concert last Sunday and let me just say that it was THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!
Just imagine being 12 years old and all of your dreams come true. That's what it felt like to be there at the concert. I don't know what you dreamed about when you were 12, but my obsession was NKOTB and a boy named Bryan Hantes (I can't believe I remembered his name...) that I had a stalker-ish crush on. Hmmm...come to think of it I was really really obsessed with him. I'm not going to go into the details because I really don't think anyone cares how weird I was at 12 years old, but lets just say I scare me.
Anyways, back to NKOTB...I took some videos but they are all too big of a file to post here. Maybe if someone would be kind enough to enlighten me on how to get a video bigger than 100 MB to post, I would post them for you. They aren't great quality by any means but they do make me smile. :) So instead of videos, you'll have to make do with my written memories...
I screamed so much that my chest hurt like it does right before you get sick.
It finally hit me that I was seeing NKOTB again when they started Please Don't Go Girl and then I turned into a 12 year old and started screaming and jumping up and down. It was beautiful.
I felt a little weird doing the hand wave for Hangin' Tough because if you looked out over the audience it was like in the movies when crowds of people did the whole "Heil Hitler" salute.
I couldn't stop screaming. What was it that made me scream? I have no idea. Especially when Donnie went out on stage and just stood there...we went nuts...completely nuts...and all he did was stand there.
I was sadly disappointed when Donnie sang Covergirl. He always would choose a little girl from the audience, pull her up on stage and then sing that song to her. This time he had these *ahem* "dancers" with him on stage and it just made my stomach turn a little. I still screamed and sang along though.
When I got there I kind of wanted to kick myself for not forking out the extra who knows how much money to sit as close to the stage as I could. If I had it to do over again, I probably would have paid an obscene amount of money to be closer...as close as I could get. That's dumb huh? Yeah, it is but I would have done it.
And last, I know that I thought they were "oh so fine" when I was 12 and 13 and even a little of 14 years old, but I am here to say that those boys turned into some very very very good looking men. Holy. Freaking. Cow.
Okay, and here is one obsession about my 7th grade crush Bryan Hantes that I will share with you so you know I am serious when I say that I was weird. I knew what kind of car his parents drove because I would watch to see when he got dropped off in the morning for school. I would then spend every minute I was in the car or on the bus looking at every car that passed by to see if it was his. I also knew his schedule (which I figured out by sheer observation), and all of the different shirts he wore and I would keep track of them and make predictions to myself each day on what I thought he would be wearing. Oh! And here's one more thing you don't care to know...I had his old science book...you know how you used to have to write your name in the front cover of the book (I don't know if they still do that or not), well...I thought it was surely a sign that we were meant for each other when I saw his name written by his own hand in the book that was issued to me.
And just so you know, I never spoke one word to him...ever.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
There Is Nothing Wrong With You
Before you say, "Yeah right." Just hear me out...
As a single person, over the years I have heard my friends say things such as:
"What's wrong with me? Why don't guys/girls like me?"
"I don't know what is wrong with those guys/girls in your ward."
"There's a reason why so-and-so isn't married..."
And then my absolute favorite:
"I don't understand why you're not married."...which we'll get to later.
Now let me just tell you this:
THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU!!!!!!!!
Trust me, I've tried to figure it out and I've tried to fix everything...EVERYTHING, and nothing works. You know why? Because nothing is broken. I have thought that if I was:
more athletic
more politically minded
a good rollerblader (yeah, I really thought that once)
good at sports
better at managing money
healthier
prettier
skinnier
quieter
louder
funnier
smarter
dumber
less worried
more worried
less paranoid
more paranoid
more grown-up
more childlike
more churchy
even less churchy
etc...etc...etc...
...that he would find me more interesting, and the truth is, even though I tried to be all of those things at one time or another, it never worked. I even tried repenting once. Yes, I repented for still being single...guess what? That didn't work either...cause I didn't do anything wrong.
On the reverse side, it drives me nuts when people mutter, "What is wrong with guys these days?" Uh, just because they are not all beating down my door with marraige proposals doesn't mean that there is something wrong with all of them. I would think it highly weird if all the guys I knew were constantly trying to date me. Plus, I would loose a whole lotta friends. You can't blame an entire gender just because the one or two that you like doesn't like you back. Remember that we get to choose, and you are not always the right choice for someone else nor are they always the right choice for you.
Okay, next point: "I don't understand why you're not married." Really? Cause guess what? Neither do I. I'm not actually doing anything that would keep me from being in a relationship with someone...I'm not doing anything wrong either. The only thing I can figure out is that it's not my time yet. It's just not my turn. Heavenly Father has an order and a reason for everything and he hasn't forgotten about all of us, he's just gettin' things ready.
Sometimes I feel like that whiny kid that wants a reason for everything you ask him/her to do. You know, the one that you just get so fed up with and then turn around and yell at them, "Because I told you to!" Yeah, that's me...the whiny kid. But HF never yells at me...ever.
Now, before you go off thinking, "Whatever, you have no idea what I'm going through." or "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before." or "You don't have any room to be talkin'." Yes, I do. I have football fields of room in the boat that I was in with loads of other people who all got out one by one and went off to snag boyfriends, get married, and have babies. I'm not married. I ain't got no babies. There's nobody in my life to reassure me that I'm beautiful, smart, funny, blah, blah, blah. And I'm freakin' bailing water out of that boat with a teacup every day. So there.
So, who will you listen to?
Satan: "Hmmm...sorry. You just aren't good enough to make the Married's Team. :( Maybe next year, honey."
or
Heavenly Father: "I'm working on it...this is going to be so good! You are going to love it...I promise!"
As a single person, over the years I have heard my friends say things such as:
"What's wrong with me? Why don't guys/girls like me?"
"I don't know what is wrong with those guys/girls in your ward."
"There's a reason why so-and-so isn't married..."
And then my absolute favorite:
"I don't understand why you're not married."...which we'll get to later.
Now let me just tell you this:
THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU!!!!!!!!
Trust me, I've tried to figure it out and I've tried to fix everything...EVERYTHING, and nothing works. You know why? Because nothing is broken. I have thought that if I was:
more athletic
more politically minded
a good rollerblader (yeah, I really thought that once)
good at sports
better at managing money
healthier
prettier
skinnier
quieter
louder
funnier
smarter
dumber
less worried
more worried
less paranoid
more paranoid
more grown-up
more childlike
more churchy
even less churchy
etc...etc...etc...
...that he would find me more interesting, and the truth is, even though I tried to be all of those things at one time or another, it never worked. I even tried repenting once. Yes, I repented for still being single...guess what? That didn't work either...cause I didn't do anything wrong.
On the reverse side, it drives me nuts when people mutter, "What is wrong with guys these days?" Uh, just because they are not all beating down my door with marraige proposals doesn't mean that there is something wrong with all of them. I would think it highly weird if all the guys I knew were constantly trying to date me. Plus, I would loose a whole lotta friends. You can't blame an entire gender just because the one or two that you like doesn't like you back. Remember that we get to choose, and you are not always the right choice for someone else nor are they always the right choice for you.
Okay, next point: "I don't understand why you're not married." Really? Cause guess what? Neither do I. I'm not actually doing anything that would keep me from being in a relationship with someone...I'm not doing anything wrong either. The only thing I can figure out is that it's not my time yet. It's just not my turn. Heavenly Father has an order and a reason for everything and he hasn't forgotten about all of us, he's just gettin' things ready.
Sometimes I feel like that whiny kid that wants a reason for everything you ask him/her to do. You know, the one that you just get so fed up with and then turn around and yell at them, "Because I told you to!" Yeah, that's me...the whiny kid. But HF never yells at me...ever.
Now, before you go off thinking, "Whatever, you have no idea what I'm going through." or "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before." or "You don't have any room to be talkin'." Yes, I do. I have football fields of room in the boat that I was in with loads of other people who all got out one by one and went off to snag boyfriends, get married, and have babies. I'm not married. I ain't got no babies. There's nobody in my life to reassure me that I'm beautiful, smart, funny, blah, blah, blah. And I'm freakin' bailing water out of that boat with a teacup every day. So there.
So, who will you listen to?
Satan: "Hmmm...sorry. You just aren't good enough to make the Married's Team. :( Maybe next year, honey."
or
Heavenly Father: "I'm working on it...this is going to be so good! You are going to love it...I promise!"
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
LOST in love and I don't know much...
Okay, so I'm not really lost in love, but what I'm really trying to convey is that I love...Love...LOVE the TV show Lost. It takes up the entire right ventricle of my heart. I look forward to Thursday nights like a starving African child looks forward to a bowl of rice...okay, that was a little un-PC, but you get my point right? Good.
Since it is one of my great loves, I have my theories and predictions just as I do about the other great loves of my life. And since the season finale is tomorrow night, I thought I should make my theories known to the world.
If you haven't been watching Lost, or are not a fan, I'm sorry-the rest of this will be meaningless to you.
First of all: the Oceanic 6. Why those six? Here's what I think:
Sayid - easy, he is driving the little boat.
Jack - he's injured after his appendix being removed and will somehow further injure himself by trying to save Kate (remember he referred to that a few episodes back when we saw that Jack and Kate hook up in the future). So, Juliet will insist that Jack gets on the boat first since he is in (or will be in) critical condition.
Aaron - easy, he's a baby. Claire isn't with them (I'll get to that later) and that is why she isn't one of the 6. I'm sure someone will say something like, "Here, take Aaron. We'll send Claire on the next boat."
Sun - once again, easy. She's pregnant and Juliet and Jin will insist that she is on the first boat off the island in order to save her and her unborn child.
Kate - I can't figure out.
Hurley - I can't figure out.
Second: I think that Whitmore's freighter will get blown up or something. There is no way that Whitmore would take back survivors of a crash that he staged. Of course Whitmore isn't on the boat, but we know that he is sending his people to Hurley (at least) to try and find out the location of the island. The freighter people know already, so A) they must be dead and B) Whitmore wouldn't save them, set them free, and then hunt them down. He would just keep them until they gave up the location.
Third: Jacob still eludes me. I think he has some kind of way that he can make you see what he wants you to see...such as Walt in the jungle...or Claire smirking in the rocking chair...or a scary eye in the window so you'll go away.
Fourth: I think the source of Ben and Whitmore's fued is that Whitmore found the island, started the Dharma Initiative, and was using it to find out the island's secrets so he could make money off of it. Young Ben went traipsing through the jungle one day and decided to take the side of The Others. So it's The Others against the Dharmas...it always has been and just as Jacob told Locke to move the island, he also told Ben to do the same thing and that is why Whitmore can't find it anymore.
Fifth: I think Ben has some way to teleport or something on and off the island. Think about it, he woke up in the middle of Tunisia in the desert in the same area they dug up the polar bear. Hmmm... Yeah right he took Desmond's boat!
Sixth: I really, really hope they don't leave us hangin' about what happens to the people who stay on the island!
Seventh: I LOVE the way Lost does season finales! Oh, they are so good every dang time!
Since it is one of my great loves, I have my theories and predictions just as I do about the other great loves of my life. And since the season finale is tomorrow night, I thought I should make my theories known to the world.
If you haven't been watching Lost, or are not a fan, I'm sorry-the rest of this will be meaningless to you.
First of all: the Oceanic 6. Why those six? Here's what I think:
Sayid - easy, he is driving the little boat.
Jack - he's injured after his appendix being removed and will somehow further injure himself by trying to save Kate (remember he referred to that a few episodes back when we saw that Jack and Kate hook up in the future). So, Juliet will insist that Jack gets on the boat first since he is in (or will be in) critical condition.
Aaron - easy, he's a baby. Claire isn't with them (I'll get to that later) and that is why she isn't one of the 6. I'm sure someone will say something like, "Here, take Aaron. We'll send Claire on the next boat."
Sun - once again, easy. She's pregnant and Juliet and Jin will insist that she is on the first boat off the island in order to save her and her unborn child.
Kate - I can't figure out.
Hurley - I can't figure out.
Second: I think that Whitmore's freighter will get blown up or something. There is no way that Whitmore would take back survivors of a crash that he staged. Of course Whitmore isn't on the boat, but we know that he is sending his people to Hurley (at least) to try and find out the location of the island. The freighter people know already, so A) they must be dead and B) Whitmore wouldn't save them, set them free, and then hunt them down. He would just keep them until they gave up the location.
Third: Jacob still eludes me. I think he has some kind of way that he can make you see what he wants you to see...such as Walt in the jungle...or Claire smirking in the rocking chair...or a scary eye in the window so you'll go away.
Fourth: I think the source of Ben and Whitmore's fued is that Whitmore found the island, started the Dharma Initiative, and was using it to find out the island's secrets so he could make money off of it. Young Ben went traipsing through the jungle one day and decided to take the side of The Others. So it's The Others against the Dharmas...it always has been and just as Jacob told Locke to move the island, he also told Ben to do the same thing and that is why Whitmore can't find it anymore.
Fifth: I think Ben has some way to teleport or something on and off the island. Think about it, he woke up in the middle of Tunisia in the desert in the same area they dug up the polar bear. Hmmm... Yeah right he took Desmond's boat!
Sixth: I really, really hope they don't leave us hangin' about what happens to the people who stay on the island!
Seventh: I LOVE the way Lost does season finales! Oh, they are so good every dang time!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
So...
I have been out of the blogging world for a bit because I went out of town to visit family and decided to spend more time with them than with the computer. Do you blame me? If you do, I don't care. If you don't then I do care about you and if you keep reading you will find some funny blogs to make your heart happy once again.
Just so you know I am speaking the truth, here are some pictures of my neice and nephew: 
Just so you know I am speaking the truth, here are some pictures of my neice and nephew:
Theories
If you have read Alison or Erica's blog recently, you know that I spent a whopping 9 hours on the sidewalk the other night outside the Barnes and Noble. Why? To get a ticket to go to a Q&A session and book signing with...ta da!!! Steeeeeeeee-phenie Meyerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! (Okay, when I read that I think all those e's are long e's but they are not...read them with the short e sound.) I will admit to all those who are wondering that this was not my first experience with camping out for tickets to some event or another. It was my 3rd time. And no, it wasn't anything cool. Well, it kinda was...I'll let my readers be the judge. I camped out in college with my old roomie Emily for tickets to the midnight showing of Star Wars Episode 1. I camped out in my early college years for tickets to go to the solemn assembly general conference session when Pres. Hinkley was sustained.
Anyways, as we were camped out, the fanatics in front of us in line wanted to know our theories for their podcast. I made one up on the spot to satisfy Ms. Fanatic so she would leave us alone (it was either make up a theory or get pelted with more stupid questions like, "What was the fourth word in the second paragraph of page 325 in New Moon?" to which we would all reply, "I don't know." and then be given a look like, "You are NOT a true fan!"...okay, it wasn't that bad.) Now that I am awake and coherent though, I do believe it was a good theory after all.
After listening to the entire stupid podcast (wherein my brilliant theory was NOT featured...grrr!), I decided I should blog about my own theories because these girls do not know what a good juicy theory is. They just look at the surface and theorize what they want to happen and not what makes a good story. Do you think anyone theorized that Dumbledore would die? Of course not, but it kept us all on the edge of our seat and thirsting for more after it happened didn't it?
(If you haven't read the books, you might want to stop reading here because none of this will make any sense to you whatsoever...however, it might be kind of amusing so I'll let you choose.)
Here goes:
Someone important will die. It's just got to happen folks...only bad guys have died up until this point. I think it will be either Alice or Carlisle.
Jacob has imprinted on Bella even though he has told her already that he hasn't. Werewolves lie too you know.
If Bella becomes a vampire, her superpower will not be that she can resist other vampire powers...that's too easy. It's got to be something better than that.
If Bella becomes a vampire, when she and Edward finally have sex they will break every peice of furniture in the room...and they may quite possibly take down the enitre building as well.
The End.
Anyone else have any theories they would like to share?
(Please do not, I repeat do not, say that your theory is that Edward and Bella will get married and that Bella will become a vampire...that is the lamest theory on the face of the earth. You can come up with something better than that right?)
Anyways, as we were camped out, the fanatics in front of us in line wanted to know our theories for their podcast. I made one up on the spot to satisfy Ms. Fanatic so she would leave us alone (it was either make up a theory or get pelted with more stupid questions like, "What was the fourth word in the second paragraph of page 325 in New Moon?" to which we would all reply, "I don't know." and then be given a look like, "You are NOT a true fan!"...okay, it wasn't that bad.) Now that I am awake and coherent though, I do believe it was a good theory after all.
After listening to the entire stupid podcast (wherein my brilliant theory was NOT featured...grrr!), I decided I should blog about my own theories because these girls do not know what a good juicy theory is. They just look at the surface and theorize what they want to happen and not what makes a good story. Do you think anyone theorized that Dumbledore would die? Of course not, but it kept us all on the edge of our seat and thirsting for more after it happened didn't it?
(If you haven't read the books, you might want to stop reading here because none of this will make any sense to you whatsoever...however, it might be kind of amusing so I'll let you choose.)
Here goes:
Someone important will die. It's just got to happen folks...only bad guys have died up until this point. I think it will be either Alice or Carlisle.
Jacob has imprinted on Bella even though he has told her already that he hasn't. Werewolves lie too you know.
If Bella becomes a vampire, her superpower will not be that she can resist other vampire powers...that's too easy. It's got to be something better than that.
If Bella becomes a vampire, when she and Edward finally have sex they will break every peice of furniture in the room...and they may quite possibly take down the enitre building as well.
The End.
Anyone else have any theories they would like to share?
(Please do not, I repeat do not, say that your theory is that Edward and Bella will get married and that Bella will become a vampire...that is the lamest theory on the face of the earth. You can come up with something better than that right?)
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Goin' Home
Tonight I went over to my parent's house. I don't get over there as often as I would like sometimes because it takes me about an hour to get down to good ol' Red Oak and on top of that, there is traffic...yucky blucky traffic with all of the people that live in the suburbs and work in the city. After a perfectly craptastic weekend (no, I won't go into details on the blog), I was still suffering the side effects yesterday and a little bit today. The closer I got to my parent's house, the better I felt. We didn't do anything special...just the usual: my dad shows me all of the funny e-mail forwards he has received in the last month or so, my mom asks me if I need any Avon, we discuss the cat and share funny cat stories, my dad shows me the work he has done in the yard, we talk about my nieces and nephews, etc. etc. I didn't really stay long either. As I drove away though, I found myself singing along to a Queen song and smiling. So apparently I just needed to be home, even if it was just for an hour or so. :)
In other news, I met myself as an old woman today. It was kinda neat...
In other news, I met myself as an old woman today. It was kinda neat...
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I'll Never Let Go Jack!
There's only one guy that can make me calm when life is crazy, can remove a brain tumor in under 30 minutes, can make a mean hamburger, can save the world in under 24 hours, can get off a deserted island by strapping two giant turtles together and riding them out to sea (or so they say), can strike fear into the heart of all giants, can make me laugh uncontrollably when playing a guitar, and that will wade the icy waters of the Atlantic so the woman he loves has a chance at living.
I'ts Jack...
Jack Johnson
Jack Sheppard
Jack in the Box
Jack Bauer
Jack Sparrow
Jack and the Beanstalk
Jack Black
Jack Dawson
What would this world be like without him? *sigh*
I'ts Jack...
Jack Johnson
Jack Sheppard
Jack in the Box
Jack Bauer
Jack Sparrow
Jack and the Beanstalk
Jack Black
Jack Dawson
What would this world be like without him? *sigh*
Monday, February 18, 2008
Mushy Cards
I'm just not a fan of mushy cards. I never have been. I mean, what is the chance that some blurb writer at Hallmark will know exactly what I am thinking and feeling and be able to convey that in a meaningful and cohesive way to my friends and loved ones? It's just not likely to happen. Mushy feelings can't be generalized and sold mass market and still be personal. Instead, I always go for the funny cards. What better way to tell someone that you love them, or that you are happy for them, or hope they are feeling better soon, or thank them than to make them laugh? Everybody likes to laugh. If they don't, they will once they start because if you're laughing at something, you are obviously enjoying it. So, I very rarely (if ever) give or receive a mushy card, and when I am the recipient of a mushy card, I usually just read it and think, "Hmmm...those are some very nice words that someone else wrote." That is if I read the card at all. I usually skim over the outside and open it up to see what the card giver wrote on the inside because that is what I really want to see: what the card giver has to say to me, not what Hallmark thinks I want to hear.
On a separate note, my sister and I have been at this little game for years that I like to call, "Who can make the other one cry", and we do this using cards for the various holidays. For example, on my sister's 16th birthday, I got her a card with all of this mushy stuff on the front and then when you open it up, there is a tissue glued inside. In front of all of her friends, she read the outside, cried, and then opened it up and ripped the tissue out to use it, giving me a glare while I laughed uncontrollably. I won the game that year.
This year, she won. I got my Valentine's card from her and of course it was a mushy one...blah, blah, blah. The note on the inside, "Love you bunches and miss you tons", meant more than the stuff about sisters being friends printed on the outside. That wasn't what made me cry though. The other card that was stuffed inside the envelope from my two adorable neices did:
On a separate note, my sister and I have been at this little game for years that I like to call, "Who can make the other one cry", and we do this using cards for the various holidays. For example, on my sister's 16th birthday, I got her a card with all of this mushy stuff on the front and then when you open it up, there is a tissue glued inside. In front of all of her friends, she read the outside, cried, and then opened it up and ripped the tissue out to use it, giving me a glare while I laughed uncontrollably. I won the game that year.
This year, she won. I got my Valentine's card from her and of course it was a mushy one...blah, blah, blah. The note on the inside, "Love you bunches and miss you tons", meant more than the stuff about sisters being friends printed on the outside. That wasn't what made me cry though. The other card that was stuffed inside the envelope from my two adorable neices did:
Monday, February 11, 2008
It's An Epidemic That Is Sweeping the Nation
Okay people. If you haven't yet read the "Vampire Books" as they are popularly called (and everyone knows what I'm talking about right? The Twilight Series by Stephenie Meyer), you might have found yourself completely puzzled on many occasions whilst people (mainly girls) around you are dropping names like Edward Cullen (let us have a moment of silence :), or discussing vampires with a dreamy look in their eyes. Vampires aren't a subject that comes up in normal everyday conversation...at least not until recently when the Twilight Series became so popular. And people who have not read the book just go "Huh." with a confused look on their face when we readers try to convince them of the greatness of the love story between a girl and a vampire.
So for you non-readers out there, let me just give a little insight as to why the readers (or for me anyway), are so in love with these books: Edward Cullen. He is the vampire that the main character (Bella, a non-vampire girl) falls in love with. It's not because he is a vampire that we love him so much. It's not because he is described as being the most beautiful creature on the face of the earth. It's not because he drives a Volvo when he could drive any car ever made. It's not because he can demolish a car using his super vampire strength without blinking an eyelash. It's not because he would do anything to protect the ones he loves. And it's not because he is seventeen years old (he doesn't age as a vampire, but really he is like 110 years old or somewhere near that-I can't tell you exactly because I have loaned out my book and therefore cannot check my facts). It's because he has never fallen in love or even been attracted to anyone until he meets Bella. In 110 years, not a single girl has caught his eye until she comes along.
Well, you are either doing one of two things right now: puking in the garbage can at your desk or you have just melted into your chair. Did I mention that these are FICTIONAL characters? Even I have to remind myself of that when I get carried away. Fiction. Fiction. Made up. Not real. There isn't a man on this earth that could live 110 years that would not find some other woman attractive unless they were gay, and even they wouldn't last 110 years either. Yet, we totally buy into it.
That's not the whole reason why we readers love these vampire books. It's just one of many and before anyone gets too nauseated, I'll stop. But beware, once you begin, you'll be hooked. After all, it's an epidemic that is sweeping the nation!
So for you non-readers out there, let me just give a little insight as to why the readers (or for me anyway), are so in love with these books: Edward Cullen. He is the vampire that the main character (Bella, a non-vampire girl) falls in love with. It's not because he is a vampire that we love him so much. It's not because he is described as being the most beautiful creature on the face of the earth. It's not because he drives a Volvo when he could drive any car ever made. It's not because he can demolish a car using his super vampire strength without blinking an eyelash. It's not because he would do anything to protect the ones he loves. And it's not because he is seventeen years old (he doesn't age as a vampire, but really he is like 110 years old or somewhere near that-I can't tell you exactly because I have loaned out my book and therefore cannot check my facts). It's because he has never fallen in love or even been attracted to anyone until he meets Bella. In 110 years, not a single girl has caught his eye until she comes along.
Well, you are either doing one of two things right now: puking in the garbage can at your desk or you have just melted into your chair. Did I mention that these are FICTIONAL characters? Even I have to remind myself of that when I get carried away. Fiction. Fiction. Made up. Not real. There isn't a man on this earth that could live 110 years that would not find some other woman attractive unless they were gay, and even they wouldn't last 110 years either. Yet, we totally buy into it.
That's not the whole reason why we readers love these vampire books. It's just one of many and before anyone gets too nauseated, I'll stop. But beware, once you begin, you'll be hooked. After all, it's an epidemic that is sweeping the nation!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Why I Love Old People
I have always loved old people. I don't know what makes me love them so. I wasn't raised by my grandparents. There were no elderly people in my house growing up. I never worked with the elderly. It has always been a mystery to me why I am so drawn to them, and this week I gave it a little thought and came up with some pretty good reasons (or so I think) of why I love old people:
1. Old people think I'm cute. Not everyone does (including myself) and therefore this is very flattering to me. I could love them alone for this fact but please read on as there are more.
2. Old people think I'm smart. Now, I'm no computer whiz or anything but I know how to send an e-mail and how make a power point presentation and I can even make a double-sided copy on the copy machine in 2 seconds flat. These skills impress old people beyond belief and after I present them, I am ALWAYS rewarded with the comment, "You are so smart!" It's great, I love it.
3. Old people (mainly women) are excellent cooks. Seriously, have you ever had a truly horrendous meal made by an old person. Aside from my BFF's experience with green peas in green jello and other interesting food mixtures from her very own grandmother, it is rare to find an old lady that doesn't know how to cook...especially in the south. :)
4. Old people use words that no one really ever uses in common language. One time an elderly lady told me and a few of my single friends that in order to catch a man, we needed to "Perty yourselves up, you know, put some rouge on your cheeks!" Rouge, I would have never thought of that! Watch out boys...here I come!
5. Old people have an excuse for everything they do or do not want to do...they're old. I'm too old to work anymore. I'm too old to drive anymore, why don't you drive me? I'm too old to mow the lawn. I'm too old to care what other people think so I'll say what's on my mind. I'm old, I can wave my cane around instead of walk with it (gotta love Pres. Hinckley!)
6. It is socially acceptable for old people to do some of my most favorite things. Genealogy, needlework, play cards, watch Antiques Roadshow, apply for tickets to be on Antiques Roadshow, or have antiques period. Yes, I am a grandma at heart.
7. All sweets are "too rich" so in turn, I get them if I happen to be sitting close by during meal time. Yay for me!
8. This has by far got to be my favorite. No matter how early I manage to drag my lazy butt out of bed, they are ALWAYS up before me. ALWAYS. This is because of their strict schedule that is followed daily: They wake up around 4:00 am, go eat breakfast at Owens or IHOP and shoot the breeze with their old buddies. Then go get their grocery shopping done at 7:00am, go home and watch the morning news, and then take a nap. After nap time, it's time for lunch and then they do the old people stuff I love so much like genealogy, needlework, or putter around in the garage (I've never really had a garage I could putter around in, but one of these days I will and when I do, dog-gone-it, I am going to putter my little heart out). Then they have dinner around 4:00pm, watch some Antiques Roadshow and Wheel of Fortune (yeah, I like that show too). Then there's a little time to read a few pages of a book that you've read a thousand times before drifting off to sleep at the late hour of 7:00 or 8:00pm. That's the life isn't it?
9. Gardens. Don't old people have to loveliest gardens? I have successfully killed every plant I ever purchased, or that was ever given to me. But someday when I am old I will be blessed with the knowledge of vegetation...someday.
10. The ones that have made it through the storms of life with their spouses, truly love each other...probably even more than when they were first married. And here is where I get nostaligic. One of my favorite memories of my Johnson grandparents is during the holidays. My Grandpa Johnson was a die-hard Cowboys fan and would always go watch the game after the family festivities on Thanksgiving or Christmas. My grandmother would always stay in the other room and chat and visit. Whenever the Cowboys would score, Grandpa would get up and go give Grandma a kiss so that "she could keep track of the score". Really, I just think it was an excuse to share something he loved with someone he loved.
So, there you have it. That's why I love old people!
The End.
1. Old people think I'm cute. Not everyone does (including myself) and therefore this is very flattering to me. I could love them alone for this fact but please read on as there are more.
2. Old people think I'm smart. Now, I'm no computer whiz or anything but I know how to send an e-mail and how make a power point presentation and I can even make a double-sided copy on the copy machine in 2 seconds flat. These skills impress old people beyond belief and after I present them, I am ALWAYS rewarded with the comment, "You are so smart!" It's great, I love it.
3. Old people (mainly women) are excellent cooks. Seriously, have you ever had a truly horrendous meal made by an old person. Aside from my BFF's experience with green peas in green jello and other interesting food mixtures from her very own grandmother, it is rare to find an old lady that doesn't know how to cook...especially in the south. :)
4. Old people use words that no one really ever uses in common language. One time an elderly lady told me and a few of my single friends that in order to catch a man, we needed to "Perty yourselves up, you know, put some rouge on your cheeks!" Rouge, I would have never thought of that! Watch out boys...here I come!
5. Old people have an excuse for everything they do or do not want to do...they're old. I'm too old to work anymore. I'm too old to drive anymore, why don't you drive me? I'm too old to mow the lawn. I'm too old to care what other people think so I'll say what's on my mind. I'm old, I can wave my cane around instead of walk with it (gotta love Pres. Hinckley!)
6. It is socially acceptable for old people to do some of my most favorite things. Genealogy, needlework, play cards, watch Antiques Roadshow, apply for tickets to be on Antiques Roadshow, or have antiques period. Yes, I am a grandma at heart.
7. All sweets are "too rich" so in turn, I get them if I happen to be sitting close by during meal time. Yay for me!
8. This has by far got to be my favorite. No matter how early I manage to drag my lazy butt out of bed, they are ALWAYS up before me. ALWAYS. This is because of their strict schedule that is followed daily: They wake up around 4:00 am, go eat breakfast at Owens or IHOP and shoot the breeze with their old buddies. Then go get their grocery shopping done at 7:00am, go home and watch the morning news, and then take a nap. After nap time, it's time for lunch and then they do the old people stuff I love so much like genealogy, needlework, or putter around in the garage (I've never really had a garage I could putter around in, but one of these days I will and when I do, dog-gone-it, I am going to putter my little heart out). Then they have dinner around 4:00pm, watch some Antiques Roadshow and Wheel of Fortune (yeah, I like that show too). Then there's a little time to read a few pages of a book that you've read a thousand times before drifting off to sleep at the late hour of 7:00 or 8:00pm. That's the life isn't it?
9. Gardens. Don't old people have to loveliest gardens? I have successfully killed every plant I ever purchased, or that was ever given to me. But someday when I am old I will be blessed with the knowledge of vegetation...someday.
10. The ones that have made it through the storms of life with their spouses, truly love each other...probably even more than when they were first married. And here is where I get nostaligic. One of my favorite memories of my Johnson grandparents is during the holidays. My Grandpa Johnson was a die-hard Cowboys fan and would always go watch the game after the family festivities on Thanksgiving or Christmas. My grandmother would always stay in the other room and chat and visit. Whenever the Cowboys would score, Grandpa would get up and go give Grandma a kiss so that "she could keep track of the score". Really, I just think it was an excuse to share something he loved with someone he loved.
So, there you have it. That's why I love old people!
The End.
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