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Friday, September 3, 2010

The Master & The Muses

I didn’t know what I was getting into when I picked up this book at my favourite bookstore, but what I did know was that I was already in love with the cover.

Who can resist a man, an artist, worshipping his subject?  Especially when he looks like this...


Meet Thomas Rodin. A member—if not leader—of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, artist, lover of women, and stunted in love.

Though Thomas lived the free-spirited life of an artist always in search of inspiration, there was one thing that remained constant among the chaos; his passion.  Passion for life, passion for art, passion for pleasure. The man was ravenous, and whoever the lucky woman was at the time, she got to experience the depth of such an extraordinary man.

Unfortunately, Grace had to sit back one too many times and endure Thomas’ infamous passion.

She was his ultimate muse, but he never truly saw Grace clearly.  He could never really understand that she was the one muse he was always in search of; the one person who would match his passion and challenge him like no other.

This book not only told the story of an artist—master—and his muses, but of blinded love.  The kind of love that is staring you in the face, but you never really believe to be true. So instead of embracing that love and nurturing it, you run from it, in search of something more, something real; when in fact, what was real was there all along.

I challenge you to read this book and not be consumed by its depths, its passion, its eroticism.  I challenge you not to shed one tear for the lives that were altered and affected by choices and actions. I challenge your heart not to ache for those that would not take a firm grasp on the love they so rightfully deserved. And I challenge you not to hold the book to your chest when you are finally finished and rejoice when all things finally fall into place.

Amanda McIntyre’s writing has made its way into my heart, and her books will continue to make their way into my collection.

Click here for an excerpt from The Master & The Muses.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Twilight Saga Eclipse - Third Time's A Charm

I'm going to warn you right away....if you are a Jacob lover, you are not going to like this blog post.

However, I do challenge you to read this because I will bring up a very valid point.

Okay, with that being said...

Jacob is a selfish asshole.

*ducks from the debris being thrown at her from her wolfgirl buds*  LADIES, LET ME FINISH!

*peeks out and takes a deep breath* Thank you. :)

Okay, so maybe that was a tad harsh, but I have good reason.

When I first read Eclipse, I hated Bella...like, a lot. I wanted to reach through my book and wring her fictional neck.

Then I read it a second and third time, and still I could only focus on how much I wanted to hurt Bella and how badly I felt for both Edward and Jacob.

Until I saw Eclipse for the third time.

It was during this outing with my good friend, and fellow Twilight Saga lover, that we came to the conclusion that Jacob deserved no sympathy.

Let me explain.

For one, Jacob was young, and blinded by lust. Bella was the first girl he truly had feelings for, and he was blinded by these new feelings; and the need to mark his territory--like a typical man.

No, this doesn't make him an asshole.

Knowing that he could imprint on a woman at any time just by seeing her and still wanting to pursue something with Bella and ruin her relationship with Edward? Yeah, that makes him an asshole, and a selfish one at that.

I never really gave it much thought before, but when my friend pointed this out during our movie-night it was like a lightbulb went off above my head.

How could I have missed such an important detail?

I used to say I was more Team Switzerland, but I'm going to have to rescind on that.

I am Team Edward ALL THE WAY!

*whispers* IstillwishIhadafriendwhocouldturnintoawolf

*smiles sheepishly* What?

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

TOTAL Twilight Saga Eclipse of my heart

Let me start this blog off by saying just a few things: number one, there are going to be Eclipse spoilers, so if you have not had the opportunity of seeing it yet....that totally blows....and don’t read, yet. ;-)

Number two, I may offend Jacob/wolf lovers, so again....probably not a good idea to read.

Consider yourself warned.

I had the pleasure of seeing Eclipse this evening with my good friend, and fellow FFFW member, Addicted To Love.  Let me tell ya, that woman is one hell of a trooper. Not only did she drive over 2 hours to watch the movie with me, but she also withstood my constant groping and hand holding...I am a tactile person. ;-)

So here are the scenes of the movie that had me grabbing onto ATL or just plain yelling at the screen...yes I did that, and I would (and will) do it again. :-P

  1. That opening damn meadow scene. Aside from the fact that Rob is one hell of a kisser, DUDE IS FUGGING GRABBY!  I love how he is not afraid to use his hands *waggles eyebrows*    
  2. The stolen kiss. I nearly pissed my pants at the sound that Bella’s fist made when it thudded against Jake’s face. Best. Shit. Ever.  I want to listen to that on playback. Just sayin’.
  3. You know what’s coming....it actually should have been number one. The leg hitch, and thigh grab.  Granted I wanted them to mack a little longer, but getting to see some Edward-cest-porn along with sucking-face-porn and grabby-hands-porn was total and absolute WIN WIN WIN.  It also gives me hope that if that movie was G-rated, then we are definitely going to get what we have all been waiting for on Isle Esme in Breaking Dawn.
  4. That leads me to the real proposal. I not only sighed, but aw'd while holding onto ATL. It was a wonderful scene, and I’m so glad that they didn’t leave that out after he spur-of-the-moment proposed at the end of New Moon (hated that, by the way). I think it also needs to be said that the ring was a total let-down. FAIL ON THE RING, PROP PEOPLE!
  5. The “real first kiss” with Jacob. *ducks and hides behind Lindz* STOP THROWING SHIT AND LET ME EXPLAIN!  This wasn’t a happy moment for me, but rather one of those yell-at-the-screen-and-shake-your-fists moments.  I was so totally pissed right the hell off with this. However, it had to be done...and it was done well. (I really wanted to bitch slap Bella, though; which reminded me why the book gave me such anxiety).  Let’s just get one thing straight, for the record....Edward macks a million times better. Nuff said.
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  7. Preparing for the fight against the newborns. I loved it in the book, and I loved seeing it on screen. Jasper had his moment to shine, and shine he did.
  8. Then, of course, there was the scene when Bella and wolfy Jake have their moment.  CGI totally ROCKED!  That wolf made it very clear that he was not impressed when Edward interrupted the petting *snort*.
  9. The actual fight scene in the clearing. That. Shit. Was. EPIC!  You read about them ripping apart stone, but to actually see it in action was too much. I actually said, at one point, “My brain is on overload!” because it totally was.  I tip my hat to the CGI people, again, on this movie. Well fucking done.
  10. Now, I’m saving the best for last. Can you guess what scene it was? Come on now, give it a go. ;-)  YES DAMMIT, THE TENT SCENE!!!!!  I thought for sure it was going to make me want to puke, and I will admit to feeling a bit queasy, but that had to be, hands down, one of the top scenes so perfectly executed by Mr. Slade.  And I will admit that Taylor did a great job being the cocky bastard that Jacob was in that scene. However, and you know this is true. ROB. FUCKING. NAILED. IT. He took my breath away with how well he was able to become Edward in that tense and conflicting moment. I was damn floored...but not surprised ;-)

I could really keep going on about things I loved about the movie.  Like Nikki’s portrayal of Rosalie; I hate the dark brows, but damn if that girl doesn’t do the part to a fucking tee.  Or how about Mr. Rathbone?  He brought Jasper to life for us and allowed us to see the side of him that we all grew to love in the books; Jaz totally doesn’t get enough love.  Then there was Gil’s telling of the tribal history and ancestors, Esme kicking some SERIOUS ASS in the fight scene, Leah being such a huge pain that you just wanted to strangle her, Boo Boo, shit I mean Seth, being the sweet grey wolf that you just wanted to take home as a pet.  I could literally just go on and on.

But I won’t. I will, however, leave you with this thought...

Billy Burke needs more screen time. That man can make me pee my pants by saying one word...“Super!”—if you love BB and you’ve seen the movie, you’ll know what part I’m talking about.

So that’s all for now, folks. I will be seeing this movie again this week, and will likely be back for take two of my reaction blog. So stay tuned.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Remember Me...Afterthoughts

You know when something just doesn’t sit right with you? It’s like you feel as if you’ve said your piece, but then realize you didn’t even come close?

Yeah, that’s how I feel right now.

The truth of the matter is that Remember Me left me in a complete state of melancholy....and not just because Robert Pattinson’s character died in the movie. Although, that’s pretty damn mortifying if you ask me.

No, it’s so much more complex than that.

You see, the script takes you through more than just Tyler Hawkins’ life. It gives you a glimpse into almost all the characters. Enough that it is impossible not to be affected by the aftermath of his death, and their pain.

And believe me, they all suffered loss when Tyler died.

Ally lost her lover and her friend.

Tyler’s parents lost another son.

Aiden lost a friend and confidant.

But I think it was Caroline’s (oh boy, I almost typed Carolyn...Freudian slip, much?) loss that hit me the most. Tyler wasn’t just her brother, he was her friend and protector. When she suffered at the hands of school bullies and needed him most he was there. So who would be there for her after he was gone? The movie does give you the sense that she has others in her life who would never lead her astray, but it was always Tyler that was her rock, her constant. So with him gone, what then?

Just thinking of it now makes me cry. And it makes me realize how many people lost someone important on that fatal and fateful day.

I have had my fair share of loss (mainly at the hands of cancer) and I know that it’s not something you can just get over and forget. You just learn to accept it as a part of your own life, and you move on.

That doesn’t mean it makes the process any easier, though.

Life is not a simple journey, and we never really know what is planned for us; regardless of how many boxes we still have yet to check off our bucket lists.

Do I think that Tyler’s death should have never happened? Absolutely. Just like I feel about all of those people that died in the Twin Towers.

It never should have happened.

Not when everything was just starting to go right. Not at all.

But that’s how the cookie crumbles, no? Just when you think things are finally going to work out, and you can be happy, BAM.

You see? This is how I’m feeling after seeing this movie. It just gets you right down deep, and refuses to let you forget; hence the name of the film...well played.

Remember Me?

How could we not?

Monday, March 15, 2010

Remember Me...Executive Producer: ROBERT PATTINSON

I need to warn you right now. This blog will have some spoilers about the movie. So if you have yet to see it, then read no further until you have.

Before I begin, I need you to know that I have been anticipating this movie since the script made its way into my inbox. I read the first scene (and only the first scene), and already knew that I was going to love it.

Thus, when I learned where it was being filmed, it was a no-brainer that I would make the effort to drive down to New York City.  I was literally like a damn paparazzi. I've never been that crazy about something before. Well, that's actually a lie, but we're not talking about Twilight. :P

So I drove with my cousin to NYC and we spent the day being fangirls.  It's an experience I will NEVER forget or regret. (Click HERE for my blog about that crazy day).  I may not have seen the entire film being shot, but all my obsessing gave me a glimpse into a movie that I just knew was going to be great.  I knew ROB was going to be great.

Today...I was not disappointed.

From the moment Remember Me began, I was riveted (to steal a line from Tyler's mouth). I just couldn't look away.

The performances from all the actors contributed to the intensity of this film, but it was Robert Pattinson (HANDS DOWN) who stole the show.

A story wrapped around unlikely lovers, tortured soul, Tyler Hawkins, meets his match when Ally Craig forces him to actually start living and stop simply existing.

So it is most unfortunate that just when things are finally beginning to fall properly into place the world literally comes tumbling down.

What am I talking about?  Well, consider the fact that the setting of this movie is centered around September 11, 2001. Yes, you read that correctly.



On a day when he was going to make peace with his father, and had finally admitted to Ally that he loved her, Tyler's world came to an end in one of the Twin Towers.

And that, my friends, is why Remember Me had/has me in awe.

Robert Pattinson, you are truly an actor who is unclear of his own talent. You captivate your audience with even the simplest of performances.  And I'm not just saying that because I adore you implicitly.  It is simply the truth.

That is all.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

BROKEN by Megan Hart

Before I begin, I must warn you, I was in a highly emotional state while writing this book report...from crying all day while reading...



*points up* This book *takes a calming breath* broke me.

I know, it sounds really cheesy, considering the name. However, I cannot possibly give you another adjective to describe how I feel right now.

Sadie’s struggles with being the devoted and loving wife of a quadriplegic...broke me.

Adam’s struggles with being a quadriplegic and having to live with the fact that he couldn’t love his wife the way he had vowed to do, so many years before...broke me.

Joe’s sexcapades in an effort to fuck his way through countless women he could have (and did have) when he always seemed to find his way back to the one woman he couldn’t....BROKE ME.

Need I explain any further?

Well, I could, but if I did, then I’d spoil the book for you.

I will say this, however, and that is: this book will make the most hardened of hearts break in two. There is no possible way you can read “Broken” without shedding at least one tear. If you manage to do so, then you need to get your tear ducts checked. No joke.

Granted I’m an emotional person, but I literally cried my eyes shut. At one point, I had to bury my face in my pillow to muffle the sobs that were ripping from my body. I actually felt physical pain from what I was reading.

So I ask you again, have I scared you yet?

At least take some solace in knowing that Megan Hart does not leave her readers without some form of closure. However, your idea of closure and her idea of closure might differ.  Just sayin'.

I also have to say that you do get some small snippets of information about the characters from the previous book, Dirty. That means that you find out what happens to Elle and Dan. Once again, very clever author. *wink*

On an erotica scale of 1 to 10, I have to give this book an overall 7...and I’m being generous. This book is not meant to turn you on. It’s meant to do what it says...leave you broken. However, when Megan Hart wants to flip your switch, she knows exactly how to do it. So my overall rating comes with exceptions.

Naturally, I had to read the next book, Stranger, since I had to see if we learned anything else about Sadie and Joe. My review for that book will be up soon.


On a sidenote, if you haven’t grasped this by now, be warned that you will accomplish DICK ALL when you read this woman’s shit. Nuff said.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Robert Pattinson...AnOther Man Outtakes

Before the Robporn ensues, let me just tell you that it's highly effing annoying when you own the damn magazine and have to search like a crazy person on the net to get the GOOD pictures. These should have never been outtakes. Just sayin'.

Untagged:














You see the above evidence. So please tell me why these pictures didn't grace the pages I spent, like, $15 US for??!! I. Am. Pissed.

Oh well, at least we have people like www.twitter.com/neesie31 to thank for untagging The Beautiful One in these here fantabulous pictures.  *le grand sigh*

Sunday, March 7, 2010

DIRTY by Megan Hart

As you all know, Megan Hart made her way on my favourite authors list when I discovered her story, “Switch”, a couple of months ago.

Well, “Dirty” is absolutely no exception.


What sets Megan Hart’s books apart from other common erotica is that she does not do sunshine and roses. You will not find blissful porn on the pages of her books. What you will discover is pain, suffering, confusion, passion, anger, and heartache. The emotions evoked from reading her books make you feel as though you are living the lives of these tortured characters.

Have I scared you yet?

She begins “Dirty” with utter complexity wrapped around a character named, Elle. This protagonist, if you can even call her that, has a sordid past, and her depth lies deep within the book’s pages; leaving you with absolutely no other option but to keep reading if you want to learn her secrets.

Her actions and reactions will force your mouth agape asking, “WHY?!”. Of course, you don’t learn the why until Megan Hart is good and ready to give it to you.

Once Elle's truth is finally revealed, the wound that develops on your heart is unavoidable.  That is the depth of this character.

Then there is Dan. Dan the man. It is this character who “tames the shrew” so to speak. He sees something in Elle that no other woman has ever revealed to him, and as a result, he’s always needing more. She is his ghost, someone who cannot possibly be real.  But he knows that if he perseveres, what he does discover will only make him love her more.  To Dan, Elle is worth the pain and risk.

“Dirty” will take you on a rollercoaster that you never really intended to ride, but can’t help throw your hands up in the air and scream during the experience; you won’t want to get off.

On an erotic scale of 1 to 10, I’d have to give this book an overall 8.5. Though these characters do not spend their entire time together between the sheets, or in bathroom stalls *wink*, the fireworks they do create will leave you panting for more.



“Broken” is the next instalment following “Dirty”. A sequel of sorts that tells the tale of another tortured soul in Harrisburg, PA. Although I’m only into the third chapter, I’ve already spilled an undesirable amount of tears, and must continue reading in hopes that there is some solace for these characters.

Stay tuned for my next book report.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

The Slap Chop

I just got this email from a friend, and had to share.  If anyone has a Slap Chop, please leave a comment about whether you can relate to this irate person from Innisfil.


Letter sent to customer relations for Slap Chop!

Sorry for the language but I've had it with Vince's Slap Chop!  
I just had to release this tirade before I exploded.

Ok...... so I got a slapchop.
This dirty son of a bitch Vince convinced me that this invention would save time, and help me eat healthy.
Fuck Vince and his goddamn nuts!!!!!
fettuccine, linguine, martini, bikini......my ass!!!!!
Let me tell you what this holy terror of a kitchen utensil does.....absolutely nothing.

Let's look at a few things:
1.. This thing is made of plastic and has a sharp blade hooked to a spring and a plunger.
This is a poor combination to begin with..
2. The slapchop is about the size of a coffee grinder, which means  you need to slapchop size your food prior to actually using the slapchop. In order to do that you need a knife, if I have a knife in my hand already I may as well chop the fuckin vegetable right then and there.

3. One slap for large sizes, 2  slaps for smaller sizes, three slaps for a fine dice....fuck you.

Here's what it actually goes like. One slap, twist and pry on plunger because vegetable is wedged in the cutting mechanism. Two slaps, still fucking wedged and no smaller than the last slap.... why? because the fucking blade didn't actually cut anything..it just did a quarter turn with a potato stuffed inside.. Three slaps, another quarter turn and now your potato is wedged so far into the fucking machine the plunger won't come out.
Now since the veg is stuffed deep inside this devil contraption you must now take the damn thing apart. Easier said than done.

Vince says "its easy as one two three"............ FUCK YOU VINCE!
Its easy to take apart sans potato stuffing however once those blades are full it becomes more difficult.  Picture this, a slapchop full of potato, the plunger is stuffed all the way to the bottom so you can't undo the top part, and it won't turn enough to pry the bottom protector part off.


Now keep in mind that this contraption has a sharp fucking blade in it...so using your fingers to pry out the potato chunks is ill advised.
What do you do? Get a tool if course.....now because you already had to cut your vegetable to slapchop size you happen to have a knife close by.
It only makes sense to use that to dig out the jammed veg.

Ahem....at this point the slapchop is no longer a slapchop, it suddenly becomes a spring loaded vegetable cannon!
As soon as you wiggle a tiny piece of the vegetable in question out of harms way you can fully expect to get showered in large chunks of potato (or onion, or peppers)...remember these are large chunks that fly fast and hard.....because this stupid fucking device hasn't actually CUT ANYTHING!
I am going to personally kill the man that invented this goddamn thing...in fact I'm going to use it on his nuts....because Vince says it works great on nuts...in fact so well that we are going to love his nuts.
 Anyone know where Vince lives? Frustrated in INNISFIL!!!!!

Can you see why I nearly peed my pants?!

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Robert Pattinson takes on the b**ches from The View

Before you watch, I must warn you...Barb will make you want to break something. The woman should know better than to cut off RPattz *shaking fists*




Rob brought his posse along with him....smart man.


Can I just say right now how annoyed I am with the fact that these American networks enjoy purposefully BLOCKING Canadians?! They let me watch the recaps from The View, but not full episodes. Does this make any damn sense?? I think not. Jo's theory is that it is because Canada beat the US in Olympic hockey. My response.....mahbeh *snickers*

Monday, March 1, 2010

Remember Me....Fuck, how could I forget you?!

So my day started out really well thanks to my good friend Gina who happened upon all of these wonderful goodies...





Oh, and in case you're confused as to why I am all *drool* and *swoon* and *gurgle* (total loss of brain function), then there is this...

Saturday, February 13, 2010

ROBPORN ALERT! ROBPORN ALERT!

Holy. Shit. Today is officially kill Caro with Robporn day. I've officially named it.

I'm not even going to explain why, I'm just going to show you...


Nuff said.

Friday, February 5, 2010

BOOK/AUTHOR REC!!!

Alright, anyone that follows me on Twitter knows how I've been literally going bonkers for this author I discovered a couple of weeks ago.

It started when I picked up a book called, "Switch" from my local bookstore.  Just looking at the cover had me intrigued. I mean, the idea of a man at your feet? Yeah, definitely intrigued.

Then I read the synopsis...

Don’t think.
 
Don’t question.

Just do.

The anonymous note wasn’t for me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not in the habit of reading other people’s mail, but it was just a piece of paper with a few lines scrawled on it, clearly meant for the apartment upstairs. It looked so innocent, but decidedly–deliciously–it was not.

Before replacing the note–and the ones that followed–in its rightful slot, I devoured its contents: suggestions, instructions, summonses, commands. Each was more daring, more intricate and more arousing than the last…and I followed them all to the letter.

Before the notes, if a man had told me what to do, I’d have told him where to go. But submission is an art, and there’s something oddly freeing about doing someone’s bidding…especially when it feels so very, very good.

But I find that the more I surrender, the more powerful I feel–so it’s time to switch up roles.

We play by my rules now.

Yeah, how the hell could I resist?!  This was such an enthralling book. There was no way not to get pulled into the life of the female protagonist.  It was so easy to relate to her that it was impossible not to imagine being her. 

Damn you Megan Hart! *snickers*

I am now officially fucked since I've purchased nearly all of her independent novels.  I worry about starting another one because I know I'll get nothing else done in the meantime. 

This is what happened when I read "Taking Care of Business" and "No Reservations"


These two books were a continued story about two couples that had to face a lot of obstacles in order to get their relationships to where they needed to be.  Naturally, the road was bumpy, but damn was it ever one hell of a ride.

Anyone that was following my tweets could see how much I was enjoying the books from all the different parts I kept sharing; which often ended up being parts involving some hot and steamy scenes.

So, if you're looking for an author/authors who aren't afraid to push the envelope, and who know exactly how to get all your pink girly bits twitching, then Megan Hart (and Lauren Dane) is for you.  Her books are the only thing that have managed to pry me away from my beloved fan fiction, and have completely and utterly distracted me from reality; as if that's a tough feat.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

What is in a name?

I signed into my email this evening to find a very interesting message from my dear friend Cozzy.  In it, she simply shared the definition of her name found on www.urbandictionary.com....one of my damn favorite sites that Yneone always has me looking things up on....like chitlins *snort-giggle*

S'anywayz.....I thought to myself....Caro?  Let's look up your name and sees what we findz....

Carolyn
1. The feminine version of the name Charles meaning "the woman." Basically never printed on magnets, mugs or other souvenir paraphernalia. Often mistaken for Caroline, Carolina, Carol, Karen or Katherine.
  • I beg to differ on that one right there that's underlined. Although it's a damn hard name to find on shit, I have been pretty fucking successful across Canada. Seems like my country does love me...even if the feeling isn't always mutual. LOL

2. Hottest piece of ass. EVER.
  • *nods head* Hell to the yeah! I LOVE the person who made this entry. LOL!

3. A girl (or guy, but trust me, they're pretty rare) who is very funny, caring, extremely intelligent, talented, and not to mention absolutely beautiful.

In short, she is just perfect.

A Carolyn will get along with nearly anyone and always knows what to say to cheer you up. She is a great friend and would never ever betray you. She would care for you no matter what.

The name Carolyn translates to "song of happiness" (from the word "Carol".) It is also commonly confused with the name Caroline. A Carolyn is the kind of girl who, once you meet her, she will always be in your heart.
  • *sniffle* I hope so *sniffle*
So to my dear friend Cozzy Cozz....thank you for inspiring me to look myself up...it was a fucking treat.

So now I challenge you to look up your name and feel free to comment and share your definitions. I'd love to see if they brightened your day a little too. :D

Monday, January 25, 2010

Too good not to share...

So, I'm on Twitter last night, and Mona posted a link that literally had me busting a gut.  Then it got me thinking. This shit actually could be useful to people...and funny. I MUST SHARE IT! (Click on a picture to enlarge it.)


But that's not all, my friends, that's not all...http://theoatmeal.com/comics/semicolon.

And just because the person who made the site seems disgruntled and funny...http://theoatmeal.com.

Hope you had a good laugh like I did :)





Friday, January 22, 2010

A New Day

So I seem to be making a daily appearance with this fuckshit.

Not sure who's actually reading (aside from those following and commenting), but I'm finding it incredibly theraputic. *eyeroll*

Too bad I still can't seem to figure out how to turn off the damn waterworks. Can someone please direct me towards the switch or sumshit?!

*sigh*

So, today is a new day right? A new dawn? A new life? Okay, now I just sound like Michael Buble. I do love that song though. Here, have a listen...


Hmmm, he says it good, huh? Words drifting on by, you know how I feel. I guess that's all we really got, right? Our words? Yeah, doesn't always seem to fucking work.

*gives Buble the finger* Fuck you, hotness, but you're kinda fulla shit with that crap. But you're still yummy with your sexy ass voice. ;o)

So, here's where I'm at right now:
  • I can only do what I can do. I have accepted that.
  • I'm a human being, and I defs don't have all the answers, but I do the best I can.
  • Sometimes (maybe all the time) my best is not good enough for everyone, but it's all I have to offer.
So knowing that some things are just not in our hands anymore has to be reassuring, right? Urrrrrm, I'm going to go with a big fucking resounding NO. If that were the case, I would be doing something much more productive than blogging right now. But I digress.

So here's my thought for the day. When in doubt, get a stamp...



*Buble snickers in the background*

*C shoots her eyes in the direction of said snicker and sighs exaggeratedly*

Really? First Mick Foley, now Michael Buble. WHERE THE FUCKING FUCK IS ROBERT PATTINSON, G'DAMMT?! *huffs and pouts*

He's the only one whose smile can make ME smile regardless of how fucking YUCK I may be feeling. Just look...


So that's all I got for now. Here's to a new day *hairy eyeball*

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Trying to make my way to higher ground

Well, so far....today has not been a great day.

I can't say any one thing really is making it that way...it's more of a culmination.

Then I go to my email, and that smartass best bud of mine sent me a message that I truly needed to hear on, today, this day of poop....

Noah's Ark

Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah's Ark:
ONE: Don't miss the boat.
TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat!
THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.
SIX: Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage.. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE: When you're stressed, float awhile.
TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic, by professionals.
ELEVEN: No matter the storm, when you are with loved ones, there's always a rainbow waiting.
 
Pretty strong message, huh? I think I especially like number 11. So I have to send out a huge hug to all those people who have stuck around and tried to put an umbrella over my head.

Sorry, this blog totally got emo today.


No "fucks" or "g'dammits"....just the truth.

C.......

out.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

HUH?!

So, I woke up today, and had the urge to declare it "National Boycott Waking Up Day".

Don't ask.

Anywho, that changed as the day progressed, and I said a little "THANK YOU, LORD!"

Then the day continued to progress.

And continued.

My stomach was totally warning me that shit was a brewin' again.

I should have listened.

'Cause now, I want to declare it "National Don't Go Online Day".

It's getting overwhelming, let me tell ya.

*sigh*

A very wise friend of mine said to me one day, "If you don't want to get covered in shit, then stop throwing it at the fan."

I know right?! Fucking smartass bitch. She's lucky I've known her since high school and wouldn't trade her in for the world. LOL!

She was right though. So, I'm not going to keep throwing shit at the damn fan...cause it's stinky. *plugs nose*

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*Mick Foley walks into the blog holding a pastrami on rye*

C: *looks confused* Mick? What's up?

Mick: I'd ask you the same thing C, but it's pretty fucking obvious. You do realize you look like the wooden dude from the Robaxacet commercials, right??

C: *sigh* Yeah, not much I can do about it, though. *reaches to rub her mid back* Got anything for this back issue I got going on? I know you have had your share of ass-handings and back-breakings.

Mick: *snickers* Damn fucking right I have. You don't want any of what I got. I do have a suggestion for you, though.

C: I'm all ears, Mick. Hit me...well not literally, please. You kinda still scare me a liddle *cowers*

Mick: One word. Alcohol.

C: *eyeroll* That is SO not a good suggestion.

Mick: I know, it was a joke...sorta. Okay, here goes. You ready? *Carolyn nods* Here's what you do see, you get a chair, and you pick it up by the back. And you need to get a firm grip because if you don't have the right hold you can really fuck up your wrists, and that would just-

C: Mick, you're not helping. Just wanted to put that out there.

Mick: *shrugs and goes back to chomping on his samich* Ai di'in say ii 'woo helphff.

C: *double eyeroll* Enjoy your pastrami, Mick.

Shit. Get a load of that guy. Busts into my blog and doesn't even help me. Just cause I used his damn picture doesn't give him free reign! *hands on hips*

Mick: *hollers over his shoulder as he walks out* I heard that, C. HAVE A NICE DAY!

C: *shakes head* Wise ass. Why the fuck can't someone like Rob come visit my damn blog *grumbles*

NATIONAL ASSFUCKAWESOME DAY!

*sigh*

So, I had this really angered, semi-emo (who am I kidding it was full on fucking emo) blog all typed up, and someone *gives that someone the hairy eyeball* delivered a dose of some reality, and put shit out on the table.

Message. Received. Thank. You. ;o)

Here's the bottom line. I'm one of the creators of FFFW, and I try really fucking hard to maintain a separate identity from that.

It's fucking impossible. It just is.

Does that mean I can't be friends with people? I fucking hope not, or I had better start actually getting paid by Ning. *snickers* Soooooo never going to happen.

I think it means that I have to *sangin* Know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run. Or sumshit like that.

So, I guess I'm going to just hold my cards, because I do have a pretty damn good hand. And I have a really hard time giving in.

Damn, now you can't play poker with me 'cause you know my secret *smacks head*

But, I'm also going to walk away, 'cause shit's gotten heavy...and I just can't hold the weight on mah shoulders. Ya feel me?

So to all my other blog-bandwagoners, I say....