AVP-R, Keepin' It Real

I often read blogs written by people in the UK and they just don't understand American's obsession with guns. I'm going to explain.
First of all, you never know when Alien monsters will drop by for a visit and want to use your body as an incubator or for food. Predator monsters might be nearby as well chasing the Alien monsters and feel the need to stop and hunt a hapless human.
Most of all, the government might be lying to you. You never know when the government might need to blow your town up to prevent further Alien monster infestations and you might need to fight your way to freedom.

You see, it's all about freedom.

"We should have landed in London instead"

PS. My boys made me go see "Aliens vs Predator Requiem" with them. It was gory and I spent at least 1/3 of the movie with my eyes covered. A real mother-sons bonding moment if ever there was one. I still think Diesel could make good caption contest hay with this movie.

What They're Learning at College

Zero Punctuation from Escapist Magazine dot com.
You send your baby off to a nice private school and one day he wanders home. So we've been enjoying some mother-son bonding moments over these crude yet hilarious cartoon offerings that review video games. This guy is the King of Snark. His review of Guitar Hero III was spot-on. I picked one with somewhat less naughty language so as not to give anyone a case of the vapors. Enjoy!

A Romance Reader's Delight: Real Magic

I've never read anything quite like it ... er, because I don't usually read romance novels. But I'm nothing if not a loyal blog-pal so I'm pimping another book, Real Magic.

Real Magic, a romance-fantasy, tells the story of a successful, selfish businessman named Leo and a young, hot, but confused woman named Cassie. Their unlikely meeting and fateful romance is the heart of this novel. The fantasy part occurs via Cassie. Is she a witch who is evil or a victim of evil? Throw in Cassie's annoying mother and a surly, self confident bad guy and presto, you have conflict. Oh yeah, there's lots of sex too (if you like that kind of thing, wink, wink!). So head on over to Brian's place and check it out. I think Chapter 1 is up for free.

Do you think true love is the real magic?

Good Day Sunshine

I went Christmas shopping today. It felt good and I spent a little too much money. I didn't feel impatient with the enormous woman who decided to start looking for her checkbook after her items were rung up and then the register wouldn't read (or accept) her check. I went to four different stores. I wasn't angry when the guy in the big truck went the wrong direction in the parking lot and almost smashed me.

WP washed the dogs and now they smell good again.

FPM comes home next week!

TestCase sold another car!

Hummingbirds are visiting my new feeder.

My Freakin' Recovery, OK?

Here is a photo of Motorcycle Suicide Guy's impromptu memorial. I was effing pissed off about it because I had to drive by it everyday, twice a day. Oh, oh, why be angry with the poor bastard?
I happen to still be mad at my father the alcoholic/drug addicted jerk who offed himself when I was a kid. He terrorized us with his attempts before getting it right.
Motorcycle Suicide Guy also has kids. I found out more about him through a motorcycle forum he was a member of. Dude had a lot of friends. Around 200 people gave his widow $10 grand. He planned it all out right down to a note and a phone call to police at the bottom of the hill at 5:00 am, so that his smashed up remains wouldn't have to be around for too long. I guess he just snapped. So I got over being mad and I started to go around to the side entrance to avoid the giant photo, flowers, teddy bears, bad energy, and other assorted mementos.
Now the Dead Dad Days are nearly over. That would be the anniversary dates of the deaths of my biodad, stepfather and father-in-law: Dec.1, 2 & 3. I liked my FIL the best cuz he actually liked me, daresay, maybe loved me like a daughter.
So after obsessive ruminations, a few bad dreams and a short trip on the crazy train, I got over it. I don't even think "Stupid DoucheBag!" when I might pass the nonworking waterfall. In fact, I'll bet it will be fixed as soon as they can finish cleaning out all of MSG's body bits from the filter. I am so over this.

Now for something completely different. This is the photo that I WON'T be sending out with the Christmas cards:

These are some of my ab fab fav people hamming it up with daddy's cigars. This goes into a 5x7 frame for hubby as a Christmas gift. They are my reasons to be grateful and I never stop knowing that.


AND: Return of the Pomchi, part 2
My friends are going on a Christmas cruise, so I get Maggie for 2 whole weeks!! Yippee!
Everyone around here loves her, even Crystal and Toby the carefree retrievers (well, maybe not long suffering hubby who has had to learn to like living in somewhat of a zoo).