Holy shit, when did I get old, and why VH1 is to blame. (not really please don't sue me, I have nothing!)

I am not even 30 yet, and I already feel old. My oldest niece is about to be married and has graduated high school. My nephew, whom I took care of as a teeny little baby is about to graduate high school in a few weeks. My other niece is a mother for pete's sake! I changed her diapers. This shit is not right. I protest! Someone who is not even 30 should NOT have nieces and nephews that are mothers, wives, and high school graduates. There is an imbalance in the universe. Though I may be a 20 something great aunt, at least I am not a  50 something great-great aunt. Oh my poor aunts! What a day.

I blame this all on VH1 and their One Hit Wonders show. I was just innocently surfing channels and ran across One Hit Wonders of the 90s and then I was hit with flashback after flashback of the great ol' days. Cause I am so old apparently. What is really sad is that I finally understand why my mom likes all those godawful songs from the 50's and 60's (though some are pretty good I must admit). It is a reminder of being an awesome teenager.  It is a true mark of "getting old" when you can relate to your parents. NOT COOL VH1! You made me relate to my mother. Bad VH1.

On that note, let's rock out 90's style everyone.

Movie and TV badasses and why I love them

So it has been awhile since I posted about my awesome wall tats. This is mainly because I have been really extra busy playing the Sims because it is an awesome game. Also my husband decided to drag me out on a 3 hour, 3 store grocery shopping marathon, that in the long run did actually save us money, but more on that in a different post. This post is about my realization that I love bad guys. Not in real life though. I love the villains in TV or movies. Waaaaay more than the one that I am "supposed" to like.

Such as:

Severus Snape: (pardon for using Wikipedia but it gives very extensive explanation of the character.) He is dark, greasy, and throughout most of the "Harry Potter" books he was thought to be the worst sort of traitor. Even before the amazing Mr. Rickman played the part in the movies I was in love with Snape. While many saw him as those terrible things I mentioned above I saw him as lonely, scared, tired, compassionate, loving, dedicated, and in dire need of a friend. And boy howdy how I wished I could have been that friend. This character was the type of person that once he let down his guard enough to be a friend, he was one damn loyal and loving friend. The character I was supposed to have loved was Harry Potter and the Golden Trio, but to me, while yes, they were and still are amazing, I could have totally read the books from the POV of Snape. Don't kill me Harry Potter fans! I am one of you! I grew up with these books and am currently trying to get my kids to love them as much as I do. I am still working on that, damn kids these days, grumble grumble.

Mr. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin: I mean come on, he is Rumpelstiltskin. The dude stole babies for kicks. But this one, played by Robert Carlyle whom though I have never seen in any other roles besides this one, is one goddamn amazing actor. You have GOT to see him in action to understand this. Watch this linky to understand what I am talking about. Freaking chills amiright? Now, I am supposed to be enamored with Prince Charming. I don't see it. Prince Charming is too brash, loud, whiney, boring, sappy, plain annoying for me. I love Mr. Gold because he is so complex. There is the evil, yes, you can't have Rumpelstiltskin without that, but there is also a huge desire to be loved and wanted. In the "Once Upon a Time" series he became this evil monster to save his young son from going to a war where he would defiantly die. He was the Beast in the Beauty and the Beast fairy tale. Belle saw underneath to who he really was, and he let her. It was damn beautiful. Much better, in my opinion, than the love story between Snow White and Prince Charming. Of course, being who he was, it didn't end well, but it did show that he was just a lonely, sad man, also in dire need of friendship and love. Again, I would have been first in line for that job.

Monroe: The not so badass anymore Wieder Blutbad in the new series "Grimm". While he isn't so much a "villian", he isn't the main charater, the one I am supposed to be focused on. He is the sometimes informant to Detective/Grimm Nick Burckhardt, the main character by the way. I am much more of a Monroe fan than a Nick fan. Monroe is so damn normal and nerdy it is sexy, considering he is a Blutbad, which is the Big Bad wolf from Little Red Riding Hood. I mean the man works on clocks/watches for a living, is a vegetarian, and wears huge clunky sweaters all the time. Plus he keeps the neatest house I have ever seen. Ever. But, when he is needed, holy shit does he go all Big Bad Wolf on that ass. I love that. He is so unassuming at first glance, but someone needs his help, watch out, he will rip your throat out. That is why I like him so much more than Nick. Nick is cool in his own way, but he just seems so one dimensional to me. Wooo! A Grimm (basically the police of the fairy tale world) is a police man in this world. Who would have seen that one coming. I mean really? I would not have seen the sweet, watch nerd, classical music loving, vegetarian, clunky sweater collector, next door neighbor as the FREAKING BIG BAD WOLF! He deserves more airtime then he is getting, for sure.

Spike: (more wikipedia, sorry again) Ahhh, Spike. He is by far the best character on Buffy. Then Willow is next, then Giles, the rest ehh. Now back to Spike. He was such a baddy. But then he wasn't. He was just damn adorable throughout the entire series. He was again, very complex. He loved, he hated, he wasn't freaking perfect in everything he did. He wasn't the perfect baddy, he loved, a batshit crazy chick, but he still felt that emotion. He was damn sure not a perfect good guy. Good lord was that man messed up when he was "good", but so, so damn adorable. He just wanted some love Buffy! Dammit. Now, compare that with Angel, the one I was supposed to love, which I really didn't, not on Buffy anyhow. On his own show he was decent enough. Angel was the most uber perfect boyfriend and good guy you could find anywhere. When he was good, he was too good. It was to sicking, I needed to see him trip or have a boogy or something for pete's sake. And when he was bad, he was BAAADD. No emotion, no love, no anything, just kill all the things! In other words, he was also just one dimensional. Nothing to make him seem like he could possibly be real. He was just to....everything. It wasn't right. Spike on the other hand, he was messed up, like everyone.

And now to my all time favorite baddy and the first one who set me upon the trail of loving the ones not meant to be.

Jareth: Oh yes, the Goblin King. The whole reason I love the shit out of David Bowie. Why do I love Jareth? Because dammit, he just wanted someone to love and to love him! Yes, his methods of getting that could have been a bit better, i.e. don't steal babies, but again, he just wanted a friend, a lover, someone besides those dumb as a box of rocks goblins. Those guys were idiots. I love his so much that in fact I totally despise the main character Sarah. She is such a whiny little bad word I shouldn't say. Selfish. I cannot stand to even hear her voice most of the time. Giving poor Jareth such false hope. Bah, she needs a smack upside the head. Plus that she damn near lost her baby brother. Again, selfish, and I should stop talking about her before I devolve into just spitting at pictures of her. She didn't deserve Jareth anyway. I mean see? He just wanted a chance to tell her she was beautiful and he cared about her. Does she let him? Freaking no. Bah. Well, I will concede he shouldn't have drugged her to do that. Also they REALLY shouldn't have cast someone that looked 12 to play the love interest of someone who looks 40. That was a bit creepy, even when I was 8.

Anyhow, as you can see, I love the complicated, misunderstood, dark guy in the corner. Which now that I think about it, explains a lot about why I love my husband. I just want to be these guys friend. They just need HUGS! I can give hugs. Lots and lots.
Anyhow, I just had to get it out there that in many cases the supposed "bad guy" is in fact the most complex one in the entire story. Look a bit deeper, and don't judge them based on what others think. And that goes for the real world as well.

And now a photo collage of the movie men I love, for well, my pleasure really.

They are all amazingly HOT. Good day. And you are welcome.

Wall Tats!

Yesterday, I may have mentioned that my walls are nice people. Since they really are good folk, I decided to give them some tattoos, cause who doesn't want ink, amiright?
Behold my walls new ink

That one says, "Every Child is an Artist." Picasso.

That is a tree full of birds, because who doesn't want to think about having birds attack you on the way down to a dark, and scary basement that also doubles as a playroom for my messy as hell kids? I know I do!

I love doing this kind of thing when the husband is at work.

He comes home, throws all his crap down and starts walking to his office.
I, meanwhile am sitting innocently on the couch, just waiting for it.
There is the sounds of  typing, paper shuffling, a sigh.
Footsteps back into the living room.
"Soooo, when did we get money for all this, and really? Every Child is an Artist? Really?"
Innocent stare from me.
Sigh from him.
Steps back into the office.

I like to spice shit up for him. Also, we have had this stuff lying around here for years, I just never did anything with it, so :P

Also, I finally got some sleep last night! This calls for an UBER Awesome.

Blogging ideas and Insomnia

I am having the most persistent feeling that I had the best blog idea I will ever have last night. Can’t remember what the hell it was, not even a little bit. Why is it that I have these simply AMAZING blog ideas when I am trying to go to sleep, which keep me from sleep (Insomnia is a bitch that I would like to slap so HARD), but the next day, once I have struggled through the haze of a whole 3 hours sleep, I cannot remember one damn word of the million awesome ideas I had all night long? I am going to have to start bringing a pen and pad to bed with me. At least then I will have a productive sleepless night, though the walls might miss me staring at them. I think they will understand though. They seem nice.

I really need to get more sleep. 

That kind of sleep would be much appreciated.. 

New everything

So, It is has been like, ever since I have posted anything on here. And time for another shift to this thing. At some point I am sure I will have a clear focus on where I want this blog to go, but who knows when that will be?

Anyhow, New Everything. Yes, New Year, new town, new house.

We moved to Chicago in June of 2011 from the much despised South Carolina. Not that I hated South Carolina. I loved the friends we made, and the times we shared, but holy shit is the weather there horrible. Hot, humid, and alligators every two inches. I have always wanted to experience this thing known as "seasons". I have seen this phenomenon on TV where the leaves actually change color and fall off the trees, and white stuff falls from the sky. I thought this was Hollywood trickery until a last October. Who knew that was real? It gets realllly pretty around here in the fall. I wish I had a greater talent in photo taking.

I mean is that not awesome?
And look at what happens in "Winter" here

HOLY CRAP! Yeah, and that wasn't filtered or edited in anyway. My camera actually caught how damn cold it was that day. So basically I lost where I was going with this, but to sum it all up, all that Hollywood "seasons" crap, It's real!

One of those days

It's like the most perfect day ever. It's cold as hell, I have on a huge sweater, there was coffee involved earlier today, and all the windows in the house are open, ANNNDDD it's Friday. Not that Friday means much to me anymore, due to you know, not being gainfully employed anymore. *sigh* I am depressed as hell.

I love the cold weather, coffee and huge sweaters, so you would think, I would be all, HELLZ YEAH! and shit. Not really. My exchange student spent the night with a friend last night, just called and asked to spend another night. Great, I knew I was boring as shit, but now I think she hates us. I may be a touch paranoid about it, but that is how I feel. There shall be no balloon releasing done today. I am too depressed. I think I will just sit in the dark house, listening to Mi Hao Kai-lan, and wondering where it allll went wrong. 

The Balloon Experiment

So, this is my surprise I was hinting at in an earlier post. It's a bit late, yeah, sorry about that. I got a severe case of the don't wannas. Anyhow, ON TO THE SURPRISE!!

When I was a kid (which was when the dinosaurs walked the earth, so the girls say), on the 100th day of school, we all went outside and released one hundred balloons with messages attached that had the school address on it, and for the rest of the year we would get mail telling us where that particular balloon was found. It was my favorite part of the year. Apparently they can't do that anymore, something about birds or some shit, which saddened me, but then DING! I got an idea.

I would do it may damn self. Not a hundred all at once mind you. My car is not that big. I would use my Llwewllyn 2010 Witches' Companion (that one is the 2011, Christmas idea!! :) ) that told me the best color for that day, get a simple latex balloon in that color or at least as close as Kroger can provide me, tie a message to that bitch and let 'er go. I am going to do this for one hundred days.

I am really excited about getting an email or a letter telling me where they landed. I am doing the "excited can't wait dance" in my chair as we type.  I have released two balloons so far, a red one and a blue one. No messages yet, but I must learn to be patient *hits refresh on email again*. I said I had to LEARN I didn't say I was. Here are the pictures from the first two releases, and I will post the emails/letters that I get, if I ever get any *refresh* Nope not yet........still nothing. I CAN'T WAIT!

The front of the message

The back of the message. That quote is from Christy Moore's "Burning Times"

The kiddos, they saw a balloon and went insane.

and had to help.

The start of the journey.

Up

Weird lighting on this one, but if you look a bit above the center , that black dot is the balloon.

Day two:

Didn't do a good job of laminating this one. Ehh it's one of those f*** it days.

The back, with a Pagan quote on it.

The cat.

I guess they are going to be involved in this too, dammit. :)

And it's off.

Hope lightening doesn't hit it, though that would be COOL.

GoGoGOGOGOGOGOG!

Well, there is my surprise. Yay and stuff. I am going to do this every day, so at least I will have something to blog about. I REALLY want to get a message telling me a balloon was found already! *refresh* DAMMIT...*sigh*.