I've been staring at the blinking cursor for a good 10 minutes. Pet Drusilla (my black pug, not some like weirdo name for my vagina or something), look back at the cursor, pet Drusilla, cursor, Drusilla, cursor. Yeah, I don't have much to say.
Let's see -- last week was much better, husband has made it over 2 weeks smoke free, and the kids are going back to school in 10 days. Woot woot!
If you're looking for something to entertain you though, check out this link: http://www.hulu.com/watch/28343/dr-horribles-sing-along-blogNYPinTA put this on her blog and because I'm a Joss Whedon fan, I watched it and then absolutely fell in love with it and Neil Patrick Harris. Other than that, yeah, nothing new to say and no big ideas either. Just a friendly howdy do. :o)
(photo is of one of my Hollyhocks -- you were right, Fermicat!! -- and a wonderful little visitor in flight)
Smoke 'Em Out, Mite it Up, Burn Baby Burn, and Flu away
Last week sucked ... period. Refrigerator problems, which included a little thing called a cheese mite. Have you ever in your life heard of those? Well, if you're a fine lover of cheese like myself, go get yourself educated and then you'll know and probably not thank me for turning you off the stuff.
If that wasn't enough, my husband quit smoking. I know, that's a good thing. I mean, I even celebrated my own one year anniversary being smoke free about a month ago. I didn't write about it because well, it didn't feel like a big deal. I don't miss smoking at all and therefore staying away from it wasn't really that hard.
My husband, on the other hand, had a smoking habit that bordered on an obsessive love affair. Giving the evil weed up to him was akin to giving up your right hand and menstruating all at the same time. He laments the loss constantly and does it by throwing these temper tantrum bitch-like fits. I am on the verge of buying some form of elephant tranquilizer so that when he comes home from work or is here on the weekends, I can just knock his ass out for the duration. Still, he's made it over a week (he hasn't been this long without a cigarette since 1989!!) and I am proud of him. I just want to either stop being yelled at or have the permission to knock him out. That's not too much to ask.
Then you have my demon daughter who came back from Maine vacation neither missing us or even wanting to talk to me about her trip, but don't despair, that's not all, she also managed to bring back a raging case of sun poisoning with her. Better than herpes, but like herpes, so totally preventable. Even though I repeatedly barraged her with sunscreen lectures and admonishments before and during her trip, she did the teen thing and completely ignored me. Stayed on the beach all day and just baked away. Her face blew up to twice its size and turned lobster red. And somehow, deep down inside, I don't believe she learned any lesson about sunscreen at all or even to just wear a hat. Her complaint is only that her face doesn't look pretty and wasn't a beautiful tan like the rest of her body.
Add to that the fact I had some kind of flu as all this was occurring and I never got sick ... then you discern last week was just one of those weeks I'd like to fold into little pieces and chuck into the bottom of my yarn bin, never to be seen or heard from again.
Let's hope everyone out there had a much better time this week ... much more like Drusilla in the picture I took last night and put here for your enjoyment. Completely comfortable and carefree. :)
Ok, I realize I've been stuck on the vampire kick for a bit, but I just have to get some things out. I've already written that I miss Anne Rice. Recently, while reading George Eliot (who was actually a chick) I said, "Well, I'll try a new popular vampire author. Yeah, why not? Maybe what I've read so far has been just not good."
So, I went to the library to see what was popular and was told to get the new Stephenie Meyer vampire series, which is suggested for young adults, but just regular old adults seem crazy about them. The wait for the books was going to be a bit long though forcing me to buy them. (the re-sale value on eBay holds up as well). Well, I bought ... and I finished the first book, Twilight.
And although I'm not giving anything away, there may be something you don't want to read if you go any further. Let me just say, there's a reason vampire lore and the original Dracula is so good, so compelling. For those of us who truly love vampire lore, we feel all that immortality has to come with a price. And not being able to be in any kind of sunlight is a big price (to a gardener anyway). No sunrise, no sunset. Oh, but not vampires written by Stephenie Meyer. Her vampires even sunbathe. And I say a whole-hearted, "ICK."
Then there's that thing about being bit and turning into a vampire. Most claim it's because of blood. Little bit of (or a lotta bit of) vampire blood mixed with your blood and blammo slammo, you're a vampire. But NOOOO, not Stephenie Meyer, her vampires have venom. Like snakes or Spiderman's arch-nemesis, wait, maybe he doesn't have venom, maybe that's just his name. Either way, now I'm into double ick.
Then let's not forgot how Stephenie scoffs at the wooden stake. It would merely bounce off their rock hard flesh. You have to ask yourself then, if they're rock hard, how can they be killed? The main vampire says they have to be cut in pieces and those pieces have to be burned, but wait ... nothing can cut their flesh. Triple ick.
Coffins? Nope, Meyer's vampires don't even sleep. Ever. They just, well, you know, are awake all the time ... just hanging out, playing baseball (not kidding), all happy like. Just like a TV Mormon family. Since Stephenie is a Mormon, did she try to create Mormon vampires? Do they have Monday Family Home Evening ... a popular Mormon tradition? I don't know. My husband was raised a Mormon, so he wonders as well. Anyhow ...
While the main character, Bella, is not even slightly interesting, she is somehow irresistible to every male alive, dead, or in between in her new town. Bella is mainly silly, immature, a klutz, short, frumpy, but hey, that doesn't mean the most luscious, seductive, and awesome vampire on the planet wouldn't fall for her? He's only lived 100 years. He'd find all this cute, right? And although there's all this major lust between the two, all they ever do is kiss, like a total of 3 times, I believe, and that's supposed to be enough? Oh, and every other teenager around her just gets so mad about it ... grrr ... blargh ... even a teenager in another town who is also a werewolf and conveniently wants Bella too. Geez, who doesn't? Well, I'm not buying it. Well, I already bought it, but I'm slightly pissed off about it.
Book two, New Moon, seems just as silly. Now we're adding werewolves into the mix, but again, it just seems plain ridiculous. Still, if I lay back, suspend all belief systems and "make believe" belief systems, then pretend I'm a kid again, a happy Mormon kid, it's a nice little story, it's engaging, but a lot of it just makes me laugh.