So. We have one place that rents movies - No, two, but we don’t rent that kind of movie, we buy them.
We rented Hannibal Rising tonight.
It was fucking awesome, Except for the part where it makes me feel totally sorry for him and start thinking he should have killed just a few more people in Silence of the lambs and whatever HL 2 was called.
Is it wrong to wish someone would kill someone else?
Is it worse to have names picked out, in an envelope, addressed and ready to be mailed just in case he ever asks me?
Oh, and the other thing that sucked my ass dry, was that halfway through the fucking movie the DVD stopped working.
Fuckety fuck.
Hannibal (who is fucking HOT) Was just about to kill the nasty-ass fucker who ate his sister, and the movie died.
I did giggle at how mad the husband got. And that, for some unknown reason, our neighbor picked that exact time to lean a ladder up to our house and climb up on our roof.
‘Cus really? When is a better time to go climbing on your neighbors roof then when they are one part giggly, one part furious?
And yet, even saddened as I am about not getting to see the end of the movie and finish mind fucking Hannibal, I am still giggling about how I was trying to get the husband out of his bad movie fury-funk with my hands down his pants while the neighbor was up on our roof.
Looking in the skylight we just happened to be under.
Is that a bad sign? I mean I could look it up on the little thing in the corner of the monitor, but I think maybe…shouldn’t I know? Aren’t I supposed to be the grown up?
My bloggy buddy Marilyn keeps doing this Thirteen Thingy. and so I’m gonna too. I dunno If I’m supposed to follow a theme or not. And if I was, I still wouldn’t. I’m a rebel!
Thirteen things that happened today.
(ready?)
1. In the bath tonight I was shaving my legs and couldn’t figure out why none of the hair was leaving. Didn’t it know I wanted it gone? Had I done something to make it feel welcome? Was my leg hair stalking me? Should I get a restraining order?
In the end I just took off that little plastic protective thingy that lives on the razors’ head.
2. A man from Nigeria E-mailed me today. He wants me to rescue a puppy. I told him the dog was cute, but after I explained we had no more room in our freezer, he left me alone.
3. I was cooking supper. Pork chops cut in little tiny pieces and steamed or whatever you call it when you throw them in a pan with water and salad dressing. (Im a good cook, dontcha know.) In hopes I would be able to chew them.
Mommy what are you making for us to eat? Yucky food?
Nope, a dead animal I found in the freezer (me)
A good animal or a bad animal?
Just a pig.(me)
But piggy’s are nice to me!
Oh? When did you ever meet a pig?(me)
When only I was invented and only a pigs were invented they would walk on the road and let peoples ride on their backs and not try to get them off and one little pig was sad cus no peoples were riding him so I ride-ed him and he was my friend.
So who invented you and the pigs? (me)
The inventor man it’s his job and when you do a good works on your job they give you lots of money. Daddy has a job and he gets money to buy a couch. Maybe daddy can bring his bank of money home and share it and we will get a couch? I’m going to make an octopus now.
4. My father-in-law agreed for the first time in his entire life that maybe we were right in a decision we made. I’m still in shock. Not surprisingly, The Mother-in-law still disagrees.
5. We had a whole bunch of foot by six and foot by eight particle board shelves we wanted to get rid of. The Father-in-law wanted them. Because I am extremely lazy I piled them on top of Rainbow Man’s skateboard and sat him on top. Then I pushed him down the driveway and told him to drive to “papa’s” I also did this to the five year old….and the two year old.
6. Today I realized I have appointments for the fifth, eighth, eleventh and fourteenth of June. And one next Monday, but I haven’t looked to see what day or number that is. I hate having to get dressed and leave the house to go to stupid appointments. Two of them are Dental related.
7. My husband has speed bumps for a forehead, not all the time, but when he Looks up or is concentrating or smiling or frowning or– OK, yeah…most of the time. I tried to find a picture to show you but I was unsuccessful and he was less than amused when I asked him if I could take one.
Blue boy told him today that he must be berry berry old because he has old man lines on his head.
True dat.
8. I wanted to kiss the garbage man today. I didn’t. Is it OK to leave a card or a gift or something for the garbage man? If I do, will they think I am a freak? Will they know it is for them or will they just toss it willy nilly into the truck?
9. A friend from school called to talk to RM today, he was off riding his bike so I took the message. When RM came in for supper I told him it was a girl and she wanted to go on a date for ice cream and kiiiiiiiiiisssss him. He threw his pickle at me and stormed from the table.
I apologized.
He accepted.
10. Right this minute the husband is talking about sub woofers and some sort of little hole on the back of the box. I don’t know what a sub woofer is, but I am smiling and nodding and making a non-committal sound as I type this out.
11. After work The Husband was devouring the fifth Harry Potter book. After watching him read for a while Blue Boy simply could not take it anymore.
Daddy why are you just looking at the alphabets on the page and not reading them!
Well I am reading them, just, inside my head (husband)
Oh. If I had magical brain powers to read minds I could read the book too! Then you would call me king of earth cus thats where we live daddy - earth.
12. I made up number two.
13. I gave the baby a pair of pliers and a flat screwdriver thingy and told him to take out some half inch staples out of some particle board. I was kind of shocked when he cut himself. I gave him a band aid and set the little slacker back to work. It builds character.
Plus.
Chicks dig scars.
Last night We got back from the dentist just in time to tuck the kids into bed. Rainbow Man was very amused at me trying to make a kissy face with my frozen lips. Finally we agreed that as long as my lips touch his face, it counts as a kiss no matter how funny it looks.
As soon as all three kids were in bed I took a pain pill left over from my surgery last summer. I don’t take drugs for a reason.
I decided that a video post would be a great idea. Uhm. No. I watched it this morning and deleted it. There was a lot of drool, and the left side of my face did not move the whole time. I had not realized my nose had started bleeding again, so there was blood*. Add that to the fact that I can’t figure out what the hell I was saying on the video, I decided it was best to just get rid of it.
Besides, I knew Avitable would make fun of me.
I stole this from Shelli because I like books and they like me.
1. Hardback or trade paperback or mass market paperback? If it is a book that I know I will be reading again and again, I love a good hardcover. However, I find hardcover books really difficult to read in the bath so I usually get paperback. Plus, they are way cheaper!
2. Amazon or brick and mortar? (buying on line or in a store?) I prefer to get them from family, but when they are bought they aren’t bought online. We do not have Credit Cards. Credit Cards are evil.
3. Amazon or the Co-Op Bookstore.? If a book contains all of the pages, I will read it, old or new. I don’t care if all of the pages are still in the binding, as long as they are all there.
4. Barnes & Noble or Borders? I have not shopped at either. I prefer a bookstore called Westgate Book. Why pay seven bucks when you can pay fifty cents?
5. Bookmark or dog ear? “Bookmark. Who dog ears their books. Shame on you!” <- that's wat Shelli said. Think she will spank me when I say that I dog ear my books, sometimes ripping off the dog ear corner, sometimes i fold the page up like a fan or an airplane, and if it is a really old book I know I won't be reading again, and that it has passed the family rounds, I will tear each page out as I read.
Did anyone notice that Shelli doesn’t have numbers six through eleven done? I found them over at Lynda’s Great Journey. What a lifesaver!
Hmm. Lynda’s Meme is not exactly like Shellis’, but pretty close. these six questions will fill in the blank nicely I think!
Science Fiction, Fantasy or Horror? Fantasy and Horror. I love suspense and I love dragons and fairies and magic. I also like books with a lot of sex in them.
Hitchhiker or Discworld? I do not know what discworld is, but I love Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. One of my all time favorites!
Asimov’s Science Fiction or Fantasy & Science Fiction? Fantasy. I could never get into Asimov. Love Ray Bradbury though.
Alphabetize by author, Alphabetize by title, or Random? I like to keep certain books in order, Dean Koontz, John Saul and Steven King, they are all separated by author and behind glass. My romance Novels are thrown all over the house.
Keep, Throw away or Sell? Keep if it is a book I love. Which means Dean Koontz or John Saul, give away if it is romance. I do not believe books should be sold for profit. They should be given to the masses becuase reading without a monitor is becoming a dying art.
Keep dust-jacket or Toss it?
12. Harry Potter or Lemony Snicket? Harry Potter ALL THE WAY. Harry Potter is hot. I think about him in a purely sexual way a lot sometimes. Him and Malfoy.
13. Stop reading when tired or at chapter breaks? I stop reading whenever and whereever I damn well please. I often stop in the middle of words. I read while I smoke and the minute my hand hits to knob on the door to come inside I fold my page and put it down, no matter what part I am on. Chapter breaks are for wussies.
14. “It was a dark and stormy night” or “Once upon a time”? It really depends on my mood. Fairy tales all have happy endings, and In my mind all romance books MUST have a happy ending. One time I started a book, got halfway through, her husband died, I flipped to the last chapter and she was still sad so I put it down and never finished it. I do not mind dark and stormy as long as the plot is good.
15. Buy or Borrow? I prefer to borrow, but will bu. very rarely do I pay full price for a book.
16. New or used? Either or, I don’t care.
17. Buying choice: book reviews, recommendation, or browse. I buy according to the author. If Someone has lent me a book I will read it if it sounds good from the back. I don’t read anything anyone recommends unless I already wanted to read it. Every person has different tastes!
18. Tidy ending or cliffhanger? Tidy ending. I remember reading the fourth or fifth book in a Terry Goodkind series and the last line of the book was “I’m here to kill Richard Rahl” I was SO mad, especially considering that the next book was not due for six to twelve more months!
19. Morning, afternoon or nighttime reading? When I am not online, I read. or sleep.
20. Stand alone or series? I prefer stand alone because I hate waiting for the next book to come out. Like say, Harry potter seven. Wonder what Malfoy is going to be up to in it? He leaves six in disgrace with his death mark and all. I bet he will be super hawt. Hopefully not dead though.
21. Favorite series? Harry Potter and the Sword of Truth Series by Terry Goodkind.
22. Favorite book of which nobody else has heard? Hmmm. No guesses. Have you read So You Want To Be A Wizard? It’s really good. I think I will read it again.
23. Favorite books read last year? I have probably ready a thousand books in the last year. Shit. Uhm. Nope Not going to choose.
24. Favorite books of all time? Ok. This is going to sound really weird. In grade seven we were assigned book one of a four book series. I liked it so much I read books two three and four in the library. I have no idea what they are called. It is about a boy and a girl who somehow (?) get magic abilities or realize they have them and start to fight evil. I think there are four things they find/look for in each book. Sigh. I don’t know the author or the titles or really any of the plot so all my searches so far have come up empty. I know book two or was it three, takes place around water. I so SUCK.
I tag no one, but extend sincere congratulations to myself for being able to complete this Meme in what I hope is a rational way due to the fact that the pain pills have way kicked in and I am drooling again. Must.Sleep.
Random book fact : I like to tear off the corners of books, preferably very old ones and suck on them. Occasionally I swallow them, but mostly I spit them out when the flavor is gone.
*The bleeding was due to the root in the sinus thing where my nose was almost but not actually broken by the dentist who despite all of the agony of the nose pain and sixteen needles (I’m resistant to the anesthetic) I still love.
Another early post.
I cannot say for sure I will be able to do much more than crawl into my bed, curled up and feel sorry for myself, later tonight.
All day long I have had periods of forgetfulness, when I don’t remember whats coming up tonight in eighty five short minutes. And life is fine, for those short, sweet moments.
When I do remember whats coming, I start to panic. I have some issues with panic attacks, and in most cases, counting out my breathing, and tapping my feet helps me deal with them.
Today, nothing has helped.
Because I know that tonight I am going to the dentist. Seven PM. To have a tooth pulled.
I had panic attacks today that have left me light headed and nauseated. I have had the ones where I shake uncontrollably. And of course, I’m extremely short tempered because of the fear.
Oh fuck. The dentist. Seventy eight more minutes.
I have had “bad” teeth for as long as I can remember. I was never the kid who came home with a shiny tooth shaped sticker for no cavities. I was always the one being drilled and suctioned, and as I entered into adult hood, where going to the dentist became MY responsibility as opposed to my parents, I slacked off big time.
I’m definitely paying for that now.
Now I am on my road to dentures. My molars have gone too far to be saved without more time and money than I deem worthy.
In the next seven months I will have all of my back teeth removed, one or two at a time. Right after Christmas, if all goes according to plans, I will have the front teeth removed all at once.
I feel nauseous just thinking about it.
If I had to choose between life without coffee or going to the dentist, I would lose the coffee.
I’m very much afraid.
At least one good think has come from me and my teeth; My boys are addicted to brushing and flossing. They don’t want to have teeth like me.
Sixty six minutes.
Shit.
What I Heard:
“Mommy I pooped on the wall!”
What I Said:
“Husband type dude, Stuperman pooped on the wall, I’m heading to coffee. See ya!”
