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Thursday, December 27, 2007

Happy New Year!!!!

Tinkerbell Myspace Graphics

I've been doing some thinking today. About what you ask? Well, I'll tell you. About the upcoming year. When I was 13 years old, I made a New Year's Resolution to never make another New Year's Resolution. It's the only one I have ever kept. EVER.

I think Resolution is too strong a word; too absolute. It's like the difference between Idea and Belief. You can change an idea, but it's harder to change a belief. (Yes I know I stole that...back off!)

Sometimes life gets in the way of resolutions. Then, at the end of the year when you look back at your life, you have a feeling of failure when you didn't keep your resolutions. Who needs that? Life is hard enough as it is.

So I propose, instead of a New Year's Resolution, to have a New Year's Hope. What do you think? I'll get you started, here are a few of my hopes for the upcoming year, in no particular order.

  • I hope to improve my overall health. (Look at those abs...mercy)
  • I hope to get rid of some particular medical issues.
  • I hope other medical endeavors stick around.
  • I hope to get more organized. (Stop laughing!)
  • I hope to better manage my time. (I SAID stop LAUGHING)
  • I hope to be more creative.
  • I hope to not have to find another job, but if I do, it's one I will enjoy.
  • I hope justice prevails. (Fucktards)
  • I hope my friends and family are happy and healthy.
  • I hope to meet more of my online friends, and see the others I have met again.

  • I hope to meet Wentworth Miller. (You knew that would be in there!)

  • I'd like to get better at knitting and crocheting.
  • I would like to go back to school.

Ok, so that's a lot, but what does it matter? The weren't resolutions, just hopes and wishes.

So, what are your hopes and wishes? Leave me a comment!

One last one. I hope and wish the new year bring you all your hopes and wishes.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

I'm Moving!!!

Yes, it's true. Upon my visit to England, I have decided to move there, despite the unbelievable cold! The Aunt & Uncle took me around and I am happy to say, I have found a place.

Isn't it beautiful!!! I love it! It's old. Very old. The first parts of it were built around 1070, but the previous owners took very good care of it.

In 1992 it suffered severe damage in a fire, which destroyed some of the most historic parts of the building. Over the next few years it was fully repaired at great expense. but as I told you the previous owners took good care of it.
Now it's as good as new...well as new as a 900+ year old house can be. Oh, and this should make nic-mother happy. Since I won't drag my heathen ass to church, I brought a church to my heathen ass. It has it's own chapel. St. George something. Cool eh?
I am also glad to say it comes completely furnished. I would hate to have to move in with no furniture. Here are some pics of some of my new stuff.

This is the vestibule.

This is the Crimson Room.

Here is a picture of some of the silver and one of the staff. Finally. I have staff!

This is the Audience Chamber. (You know you're jealous you don't have one!)

So, anytime your in Windsor and want to stop by...don't. The only person who is allowed to pop by is...

So, like I said, if you want to stop by, don't. You won't be allowed in. The place comes complete with guards. So I suggest you don't try it or...

...Nigel here will



Merry Wentmas!!

Thursday, December 6, 2007

All I Want For Christmas...

Every year at this time people start asking you, "So, what do you want for Christmas?" Every year I draw a blank until much later. So, to combat that, I thought I would post my list up here as I thought of things!

My Christmas Wish List

1. Wentworth Miller (Duh...)

2. Season Two of Prison Break (Then I can take it off my Tivo)

3. Wentworth Miller Calendar (Got it...never mind)

4. Undead and Unworthy (Book)

5. Bloody Bones (Book)

6. Blood Noir (Book)

7. Knitting Related Items (yarn, patterns, needles, notions)

8. Lighted Knitting Needles (I mean how cool is that!! Might I suggest a gift certificate?)

9. Lighted Crochet Hooks (Again, how cool!) - never mind...

10. Colander

11. White Bath Towels

12. Square Dishes (Round dishes in square cabnets make no sense!)

13. Square Glasses (For the same reason, LOL)

14. Notes on Double Knitting (Book)

15. All Three Pirates Movies

16. Ocean's Trilogy

17. Fred the Mermaid series bye MaryJanice Davidson (Books)

18. Harry Potter Series (Books)

19. Harry Potter Series (Videos)

20. China Tea Set (it doesn't have to be this one but I am not a very floral person. My favorite flowers are white roses so...)

OK. That's it for now...

Happy Holidays!!

Sunday, December 2, 2007

T minus 5 Days

Yes boys and girls, look out! I'M GOING TO LONDON!

I'm very excited! I do need to call my Dr. about the wonder drug she prescribed me the last time I had to fly. It worked miracles! Yes I am terrified to fly. I think I have everything I need. I am even hoping to meet up with a friend I correspond with from England.

This is a wonderful Christmas present. I will be able to see family I haven't seen in YEARS.

The only bummer is I have had an ear infection off and on for 6 weeks. I went to the doctor today and now I am on a 10 course of antibiotics. *sigh* Well, as long as I am better by the time I get on the plane. I got some ear plugs too...just in case.

I am hoping to also get some good Where's Went pics as well. You may remember all that fun. LOL. I love that game!

Any way...

Oh! I was taught how to crochet last week! Fun!! I've already made myself a hat. I'm making another one. The first one is good...but I would like it to be a bit longer so it covers the ears. So that is my plan.

Ok, well that's all I got for now. I will try to keep you posted and maybe do some blogging while I'm gone.


Monday, November 12, 2007

You, The People Decide!

OK! It's time for, my loyal readers to help me make a decision!!

First, certain assumptions must be made. I make poor choices. Which I guess is obvious or why would I be here asking for decision making help. Let's also assume I'm pretty selfish.

Ok. Now with that out of the way, and some thought on the matter here are the options I have come up with. And yes, I do realize I didn't tell you what the problem is. You will have to reach into your inner psychic and pick what feels right.

1. Change my lifestyle.

2. Become a nag.

3. Become a bitch.

4. If you inner psychic has another option please feel free to write it in.

I appreciate your time and attention to my dilemma. Please leave your choices in the comments.

Thank you for your help.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

To quote Salmon, "FUCK THEM ALL!"

Bring it on Mother Fucker!! I will fuck your shit UP!

I'm in a really bad, fucking mood. Yes. That about sums it up. And now, you lucky readers, I am going to take it out on you!

It has not been a good day. I woke up. That was my mistake. I should have just stayed the fuck in bed and called into life sick. I woke up to some kids (and kids will be kids) having ketchuped my car. I actually think it's pretty funny but still, just more work to do.

Breakfast was ok. Then I got online and started talking to a couple of buddies. One of them had said something that hurt my feelings. I then became clipped and short and essentially told them they sucked. Which I really didn't want to do but they kept pushing. "What's wrong? What's wrong?" Let me tell you something about me. If I tell you to drop it, FUCKING DROP IT! Otherwise I am likely to tell you all about you and I guaran-damn-tee you do NOT want to hear it. Well they pushed. I told them. Now there is tension. FUCK!

Today, I had a meeting to go to. For those of you who know me, it was about the Fucktards. I was getting ready and to cheer myself up, I decided to put on earrings. So the clasp wouldn't close, I pressed harder and the thing stabbed me and drew blood. FUCK ME!!! I was sooooo angry! I was ready to break shit. I hate it when that kind of shit happens. Arrrrrrrrrgh!!! Me: stomping, yelling, arms flailing...

So I leave to go to the meeting. Plugging in the iPod, I put on my, "Angry Music" list. Basically any song where someone is angry, or is saying the word Fuck. I arrive at the place in a MUCH better mood. Thank God. But my day has been so bad I am sure the meeting will go just as bad. Surprisingly, is doesn't. Yay me! Ok. So I head down to the car. Make a few phone calls to interested parties give them the skinny. Throw the car into reverse, back up, put it in drive, and....nothing it won't move. Put it back in reverse, back into drive...nothing. Hit the gas, nothing but rpms. It's like I'm in Neutral. MOTHER FUCKER!!! I back up some more hoping to help the car figure out this is wrong, put it back in to drive. Revs! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!! At this point, I am blocking a mini van and am so close to it, I can't back up out of the way. What is left to do? I open the door and try to get out, but I am so close to the minivan I can't get the door open enough to get out. I had to take off my shoe to even get my foot out! Which I do and sort of skateboard the car out of the way until I can get the door all the way open and push the car out of the way...mostly. I try every thing I can think of. I turn the car off, sit, turn it back on, won't go into gear. No matter what I do. AND!!!! My food hurts!!!

I make a phone call, "Any suggestions on how to get the car to go forward?" I am given all the same options I have already tried. Time to call the auto people to have me towed to the dealership. I have not mentioned the car has been doing this, but usually gives up on it's tantrum and goes. We take it to said dealership and they say, "We don't know...won't do it for us." More fucktards. (Thank you so much Kriss for that word!) Anyway, I call them give them the vital info "Ok we will call the towing company and call you back to let you know when they will be there." Great. I make a phone call to nicbrother and rant like the bitch I am deep down inside. "I HATE EVERYONE!!" I say to him. "Awww, nicbeast, I call that Thursday and Friday...but wait it's only Tuesday...That's bad." Ok that made me laugh. Goooooood nicbrother...gooooooooood. It's been about 15 minutes, no call. I hang up with nicbrother and call the auto people back. "You were gonna call me and tell me when someone would be here..."
"Oh. Ok hold on." I do........a long time......waiting.....waiting....ok finally. "Ok they said someone would be there in an hour and that was 15 minutes ago. I look at the clock. 3:45. Ok. Fine. Calls are made to the dealership, we have a 5:00 apt. but we can show up anytime after as long as it's before 6. Fine. Great. Whatever. I sit in the car with my book, thank GOD I brought the book and wait.

4:30 rolls along and no one has shown. What the fuck? I call the auto people again. "Oh gee the guy couldn't find you and you didn't answer your phone."
"I have been sitting here it never rang. What number did you call?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" YOU MORON!!! "You transposed the numbers!!!! It's 123-456-7890."
"Oh ok hold on." So I hold....and hold.....and hold.....and hold...."OK ma'am. The tow will be there within the next hour."
"WHAT!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I don't mean to be a bitch but I need to get the car to the dealership before 6!!!"
"The tow will be there in an hour." FINE WHATEVER. I miss rotary phones. I SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO wanted to slam the phone down with that satisfying bang and ring! Instead I yell loudly in my car. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! More fucktards!

"Calm down."
Fire shoots out of my eyes and nose! "FINE!!"
"I'll be there in 15 minutes."
I look at the clock, 5:11. "OK." We hang up.

The phone rings it's the tow guy. He'll be there as soon as he can. He is sorry they gave him the wrong number. Yes ok fine whatever.

15 minutes later....

There is a knock on my window that scares the living shit out of me. Ok it's just the man. Ok. I open the door. "I hate this car. I want to sell it."
"This has only happened to you once."
"I don't care. Sell it! Crush it into a little box!"
He pets the car, "She didn't mean it."
Me: Pfffffffffft!

The man gets on the phone and calls the auto people and asks them what they are doing and if they are incompetent. (heh.)


Tow guy shows up. He is nice, helpful and deserves cookies. He takes my car and promises to take it to the dealership. I hope he is not a thief...

The night ended with an almost 2 hour train ride home. We got into town at 7:49, ran to go vote and then dinner at a local chain restraunt where the first thing I do is order an Appletini. (Thanks WFW)


Now, I have a few words to say about the holidays...

They make me grumpy!! I know there is supposed to be all this good will and love and blah blah blah but I think a lot of it is bullshit. I think most of it is about jocking for position. People plan for holidays who will be where and when and all. I think it is a power play. I don't think they really CARE where the holiday is spent, it is just about someONE wanting to tell people what to do where to go and when. If people actually cared about their loved ones, they would say things like, "How is you life right now? Would it be easier if we came to you or you came to us? Or do you have any better ideas?" But no they just call you and say meet at so and so's house and bring the side dishes! I know the ones who are sincere and I know who is just trying to be the "Alpha". Well fuck them all! This year I AM THE GOD DAMN ALPHA! WE WILL DO WHAT THE HELL I. SAY. DO! Fucking Deal With It!

Try it! Just try it, fucker! I dare you!

Monday, November 5, 2007

Ideal Life

EDIT: This was an "assignment" someone had given me. I would not normally write about this kind of thing. ...carry on...

Ideal Life

I’m sure many people have a concept of their ideal life. It would include fame, fortune, travel and servants. This is not an ideal life this is an ideal fantasy. I have those too. Of course, they would include all of those things and some hunky men too. That’s fantasy though.

My ideal life would contain things I think most people would say are reasonable. I’d like for the people I love to be healthy and happy, myself included. I want those same people to have what they need, be it support, food or medical care. I want them to get the same treatment if their name is Smith or Bush. I want a job that won’t send me into a nervous break down and the chance to follow my interests. I don’t think that is too much to ask.

I’ve managed to find my partner in life. He’s not perfect, but I believe he is perfect for me. We fight, as couples do. We love and we laugh. When things get hard, we hold on to each other for dear life. We have had some struggles that could prove to be catastrophic to a marriage. Problems, that you can easily see, how they would tear you apart. I am so blessed, that instead of ending our lives together, we grew closer. It’s a miracle. Of that, I have no doubt. We stood together when we spent day after day in doctor’s offices, failure after failure. We held hands while medications took me on emotional roller coaster rides. He stood and took my craziness when I couldn’t control it. He loved me while I was falling apart physically and emotionally. Who does that? Someone who loves you, that’s who.

It’s not only been he and I who have suffered lately. We’ve had deaths that I hate to say, I believe, could have been prevented with proper medical care. If they had had, the means to pay for the services that only the elite seem to be privy too. I find it hard to believe that the member of some “notable’s” family would have passed away or their life as they knew it ruined due to lack of health care options and mistakes. Don’t worry, I will not climb, in this piece, on that political soapbox.

I think it’s fair to say, most of us work to live, not live to work. We go to a job we can do to earn money, to live a life, as best we can. I think many of us, myself included are in or have been in jobs that are or were slowly killing us. The jobs cause stress, aggravation, and insufficient compensation for the work we do. There is no appreciation but there is an unhealthy work environment. I think at one time or another we have all fallen victim to at least one if not all of these. The thing is, your body will stop you. It will call a time out and tell you it’s had enough. If you’re lucky, it’s something mild, a little bit of time and you are as good as new. If you’re not as lucky, you wind up in a casket. This is one of those issues where I believe, it is not too much to ask, for a job, you enjoy going to, or at least don’t hate. I would also like to be so blessed as to feel as though I am helping someone along the way. Don’t take this the wrong way, I am not about to run out and join the Peace Corps or run for any political office. Those are callings. My phone has not rang. Maybe a job in an HR Department where you help people get what they need. I don’t think that is asking too much.

When that’s all taken care of, I would also like to have the means and the time to follow my interests. Learn some new skills, a language, and an instrument. Maybe even learn to knit properly! Spending time with the people, I love and even the ones I don’t.

Time is a gift we should use wisely. This past year has taught me that lesson. I look at things differently these days. I wish it hadn’t taken all the tragedy. However, if we’re lucky, we learn from our living and move on positively. These were hard lessons learned, and I am still healing from them. Some lessons are ongoing and hopefully, they will turn out beautifully.

So, that’s my ideal life. Not too much to ask, right?

Oh yeah, let's not end on such a serious note. I was surprised with a trip to the happiest place on earth! Even you know who couldn't deny the happiness!

If you want to see the pics, email me, I'll link you!

Monday, September 24, 2007

A Miller and some Doobies

Saturday we went to concert. The two bands we wanted to see were The Doobie Brothers and The Steve Miller Band. They were great! I have to say though, as I looked around, I heard a big booming voice in my head:


There were all these people, in their late 50's early 60's bustin' a move. Some were so bad we wondered if they were at the same concert we were. What song were they hearing! I had visions of myself at a reunion show of Rage Against the Machine or Soundgarden or Audoslave in a few decades trying to recapture my glory years.

This is all I have to say about that.

Friday, September 7, 2007

And now...A Public Service Announcement From Wentworth Miller

Hello. I'm Wentworth Miller.

I love to read!

Reading and books have shaped and changed the world throughout history. Kids who read early and often become inspired learners and lifelong achievers. To quote George Washington, "To promote Literature in this rising empire, and to encourage the Arts, have ever been amongst the warmest wishes of my heart."

Well said, George...well said.
I know, I know...that isn't George, but why look at him when you can look at me?

As a Princeton graduate *smiles, tooth sparkles*,

education is very important to me, why, if I couldn't read, I wouldn't be the star on my hit show! So, to do my part, I used my writing an singing talents to help with the following PSA,..

Read A Book

*Fade to black*

So, I extend my hand to you...

...and ask you to, please, Read A Book, or I will have to pull out my big guns!

Thank you.

And, now a clip from the upcumming season of Prison Break.

Ok, so that's the UK promo but it is way better than ours!

Alright, alright...and some real PSA's.


Wentorth Miller and whoever produced this freaking hilarious video have nothing to do with my blog. I just thought it was some funny shit. Don't sue me.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

You know your obsession is bad when...

Other people are writing poetry about you and Wentworth Miller!

Thank you Attila!! Click on his name to view his other poetry!


There once was a girl from north Cali
Who held Wentworh captive in the valley
She did not think it a folly
She got her jollies
And then dumped him an alley


Wednesday, August 29, 2007


FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is surly what God looks like, and if he does, you can damn well bet I'm going to heaven!

Why oh why can I not be that window?



*Wishing I were that bottle of water while weeping and wailing*

*Is Dead* Rest in Peace.

Wentworth Miller reading Nicbeast's Eulogy:

"She has ceased to be, bereft of life, she rests in peace, she has kicked the bucket, hopped the twig, bit the dust, snuffed it, breathed her last, and gone to meet the Great Head of Light Entertainment in the sky.

And I guess that we're all thinking how sad it is that a woman of such talent, of such capability for kindness, for such unusual intelligence, a woman who could overcome her alcoholism with such truly admirable single-mindedness, should now so suddenly be spirited away at the age of only , " turns to priest and whispers, "how old was she?" The Priest shrugs..." Anyway, at such a young age before she'd achieved many of the things in which she was capable, and before she'd had enough fun.

Well, I feel that I should say, 'Nonsense! Good riddance to her, the stalking bitch."

Nicbeast the ghost...

"Couldn't he have at least written his own rather than poaching it from John Cleese?
AND I AM NOT AN ALCOHOLIC!! Fucker! Good thing he's The Perfect One."

*Off to heaven I go, where God looks like The Pretty...suckers!!*