I'm still here. Haven't forgotten my favorite blog follower people. Is there a name for that? Something like blogollwers, maybe?
Anyway.. Life is still good. I've got some thoughts that I would like to ponder among my cyberspace shrink, but I'll have to sit and take some time to type it all out. Maybe in a day or so.
But! For the time being (and while I'm helping to build my front porch today), how about something to ponder...
The concept of truth. The direct relation it has to life and the importance of always being aware of the repercussions if it is neglected or (for lack of a better term), ignored.
Why do some people see it as a secondary choice? Narcissism? Arrogance? Lack of care?
We see it so often in the media with all of these court followings, athletes with addictions to performance enhancing drugs, and ... Well... Everything.
Causes? Effects? Pink rhinos stampeding a group of unicorns? Just making sure I haven't lost you.
So. Truth. It'll set you free. Be true to yourself. Be true to those you love. Be true to your faith.
Truth? You can't handle the truth!!!
Don't know where that fits in, but I had to include it somewhere.
So, about a month ago, honey and I got into a debate with another couple about the Die Hard movies. Well, honey and my friend's honey debated. But, anyway... I said that I would watch them and then give my opinion.
The debate was over the idea of which Die Hard sequel is more like (and closest to being as good as) the first movie. So, without any further ado... enjoy my personal opinion:
A little background; Die Hard (the original) is centered around Bruce Willis' character (John McClane) being in the wrong place at the wrong time, fighting bad guys (awesomely), getting all beat up but prevailing, having his wife taken as hostage and getting her back, then killing the bad guy at the end. During this sequence of events, there are several amazing fight scenes, some cheesy one-liner jokes, an entertaining side-kick and a whole lot of "yippee Ki yay." Great movie!
The second movie is based in an airport, once again McClane is in the wrong place at the wrong time, his wife is on an airplane (which somewhat puts her at the mercy of the bad guy), some action scenes, some pitiful humor (insert naked boobie calendar here) and all-in-all "yippee Ki yay." Yes, it stuck with the same idea as the first movie, but the movie itself wasn't as strong as the first one, and frankly it was a little boring. Plus...those grenades took FOREVER to go off. I just found that a bit unbelievable. Kinda rurnt the whole thing for me at that point.
The third movie is really one of the better humor ridden movies, simply because of the fact that Sam Jackson is the sidekick. This movie strayed from the first two a bit as far as plot. McClane isn't in the wrong place at the wrong time, but the movie does stick with the first one in the fact that the bad guy is after revenge for the death of his brother in the first movie. No one close to McClane is held hostage and not as much "yippee Ki yay" as the other two..but as far as being a good movie, it is really good. This one could stand alone (away from the Die Hard series) if it had to. As far as following the same idea as the first one, this one didn't. But, they did a good job of tying it to the original with the brother of the original villain being brought back into the picture because of his... brother.
Now, the fourth movie?.. I think, is the one that comes back to all of the original ideas and meshes with the first movie better than the rest. It was almost as if the writers got together and said, "oh! let's make this one like the first one, just updated and with better fight choreography and humor." The fourth movie, you find McClane, once again, in the wrong place at the wrong time with a sidekick, action scenes, and by the end, his daughter is taken hostage ..."yippee Ki yay." And, if that doesn't do enough for you? ... let me just show you why this movie makes John McClane one of the baddest cowboys ever!....
Now.. for my final answer: Personally, the movie that stayed with the original plot, and that offered the best action plus humor.. it would have to be *drum roll*
Die Hard 4.
In the beginning, from what I had remembered from the movies, I would have said 3 was my favorite...but after watching them again (in sequence), I have to say that the fourth one is the closest to the original idea, in my opinion.
I just want to say that Bruce Willis is amazing as John McClane. He is awesome. That is all.
oh....
June 4th on Blu Ray/DVD. I'm there, baby. I'm there. Yippee Ki Yay!!!!
Let's see.. what do we have left to talk about? Hmmm...
So, I've told you about my wonderful husband, I've told you about my wonderful new dog..It's time to tell you about my amazing child and her talents as a ball player. Yes. Meet the next big thing in tball:
The Beast
Yes. There she is, folks. That's a number 7, by the way. Yes. She is the biggest, baddest thing that has happened to tball since ... .............. ok, so I'm lost for something witty to put there. Now, if we can just get her grown enough to fit into her jersey, we'll be doing great!
She is a hitter, she is a runner, she is a fielder (?is that the right word?) and she is a dug-out master. All season, she's been playing third base; however, from now until the end of the season (and through the end of tournaments) she will be playing 1st base.
Also, see that guy there putting the ball on the tee? That's the biggest, baddest tball coach that has happened to tball since... ok. .. This is obviously not working out well for me.
That coach happens to be her step-dad. And he has been the best coach/dad, ever.
Just look at that little ball player. Isn't that the cutest thing?
Yeah, in the beginning of the season, I had volunteered to help in the concession stands and what-not. But, somehow, I ended up with a coach's certificate (and a whole lot of medication).
I am so proud of her. Proud of the whole team. We won our first game! ... that's it. We won our first game. But, these kids have had a great time, and the coaches have enjoyed it, too. I've learned a lot about ball, parents and keeping my mouth shut. I may or may not have applied any of those lessons...but I've certainly learned a lot.
So, that's my bragging blog about my baby and her talents as a ball player. I'll let you know how the ending tournaments go.. and I'll make sure to post some awesome photos for you guys to enjoy.
What a day, what a day! Let me just use this space to catch you up on another life changing event, as well as fill you in on my day. Two birds, one big pile of bird poop.
So.. If you have been a follower, you know there's this cat. This annoying, arrogant, narcissistic, football-loving cat. And, we just so happen to be living in his home. He allows it only because he believes it's good karma.
Mr. Purrfect doing his yoga.
Ah, yes. He is such a respectable fellow. Very sophisticated and smart. And, if you ask him? He's better than anyone else around here. So! What do we do?
We treat him as the king he is. We spoil him rotten, because that's what we are supposed to do. We love him and respect him for about... oh... a year and a half.. then?..... We get a dog.
Marcel's Big Problem
Marcel has almost dis-owned us as living, breathing, creatures. We are now somewhere between the level of pond scum and belly button lint. So be it. WHO could resist this adorable, Mother Teresa of dogs?? Just look at it!
LOOK AT IT!
Just LOOK at this!
I mean, what in the world are we supposed to do with all of that cuteness!? Meet Minka. She is a boxer (the best boxer ever) and she is about a year old. This girl is amazing. You just wouldn't believe it. I mean... look...
So, anyway... we told Marcel we were getting a dog and he was not too thrilled.
Yes. This is the glare of death.
Time goes on and Minka and Marcel learn to tolerate one another Minka loves Marcel. Marcel; however, loves life without Minka. But, I guess there's a heart beating in that little furry body after all, because Marcel has finally learned that Minka is staying. Marcel is none too happy about this, but he deals with it.
Occasionally.
Why do these humans hate me so?
Soon, they become best buds. Well, sorta. They drink from the same water bowl, they actually share space on the rug (on opposite corners), they even have learned to annoy me in the same exact way...
Who needs privacy??
Anyway, today was a pretty messed up day. Poor Minka. She went through her first heat about two months ago and had what the Vet called a false pregnancy. Never heard it before, but if it can be had..my dog will have it. So, she has had some problems here and there due to this little beauty, and this morning I was cleaning dog puke off of my floor at 6 a.m. Exxxxactly what I wanted to do first thing this morning. Then we went to the vet...then she came home and found a very nice puddle of something that resembles TAR and decided to roll around in it. So.. here's to you Mink! Hope you get to feeling better. We love you, and we hope you bounce back better than ever!
..Marcel hopes you choke on a bone.
*for those who would like to follow Minka and Marcel on Facebook, click here.
So, since I made my illustrious reappearance yesterday, I figured I would take the next few thousand blogs to specifically try to catch you guys up on the past year of myself. Sound good? Yeah, I thought so.
So, let's begin with the amazing day in which my honey became Mr. Auntie (I guess we should make it politically correct and call him Uncle). Because I have such an amazing family, they spent so much time and effort in making this day one straight from a fairy tale. It was perfect. Really.
We decided to wed in the front yard of my Mom and Dad's place. They live out in the country and it could not have been a more beautiful venue for us. We knew we wanted as few guests as possible (because we liked the intimacy of the whole thing).
The details may or may not be lost with the rigamarole of a common nuptial ceremony, only we wanted to make it ours. It was our day, and we wanted to do something that screamed "Auntie and Uncle!" We found it.
Please take a moment to enjoy the few pictures that we took, in order to commemorate "Our" day.
The lovely couple, entranced in one another.
Oh wait.. what is that?
A zombie!!? What!?
We got this.
Happily ever after.... not for the zombie.
Yes, I know... it's awesome. Amazing. Really cool, and whatnot. But, what did you expect from me?
Anyway, Sept 29th was the day, and the whole shebang was priceless. I finally found the love of my life, and he makes my days even better than I could have imagined. We fit like a square peg in a round hole. Er..... wait, that wasn't the analogy I was aiming for. Peas and carrots.
About a year ago, I was just walking through my kitchen (minding my own business), then all of a sudden I wasn't. I don't know where I went, or what I've done in that particular place; but I'm back. And may I say, better than ever?
Let's see if I can recap a year for you guys in one hundred words or less...
Cap.
Recap.
Nope. I can't. Sorry. But, I'll do my best. Here it goes...
Got a ring (one of those rings), lost a job (boo!), got a husband (which is surprising since I lost the job; not complaining),lost my computer (thanks to a five year old accidental dropping), got some Christmas presents (not a computer, but some jam up stuff), got a year older (you missed it, but you can make it up to me), got a dog, Marcel got his world rocked (because of the dog), sold the house (yay!), bought a new home, got a new car, got a roommate, got a headache a few times, my child started tball (and she's a beast), lost my mind and decided I would help coach her tball team (I'm still trying to believe I volunteered to help coach), got some xanax (which is probably why I'm able to help coach) and now... we are getting ready to try to build a house and I've become Susie Homemaker against my own will.
Ta-Da. My year in a nutshell. Someone count it and see if that's less than one hundred words. I've missed this place soooo much. I didn't realize how much I've missed blogging about useless stuff until just yesterday. So, I'm going to try to be better about adding to my little space on the world wide webz. Hope you have all found love, peace and happiness since we last met. Or... something that makes you smile.
Gonna start blogging to try to bring everyone up to speed with me and my random life. So, cheers!
Looking forward to being on your screen again. Tell your friends, tell your neighbors, tell your cats and dogs! Auntie is BACK!
I need to share something with you guys. I have laughed this morning..and I want to share it with you.
Back story first:
I have a cat. Hang on. We have a ca..
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My honey has a cat.
The cat is ok. I’m not really a cat person… but my child and my honey obviously can put up with them much better than I can. So… there is Marcel.
Marcel grew on me rather quickly. He really has acted more like a dog than a cat since we brought him home. This made me like him a little easier, and not want to kill him all of the time. The little fart even fetches. Now, Honey has him in training to stand on his hind legs like a human… and walk. He’s getting there… slowly…
Now, his training will more than likely be put on hold for a while, seeing as I have him scheduled for a visit to the “no more babies for Marcel ever” doctor in the morning. Thus… the result of this story.
We begin at work. A lovely day. Things are going by just swimmingly.
Until I start to have this sticky feeling on the bottom of my foot. Not my shoe… my Socked Foot. It’s beginning to stick to my heel, and it’s rather noticeable.
Hang on. I forgot one tiny bit of relevant information….
This cat has always been a rather decent, law abiding citizen…Until this past weekend. Something happened to him and he went absolutely insane. He’s been growling at people, and hissing and just being down-right cat-like. It’s annoying.
Sunday evening… he felt the need to mark his territory in my nice (freshly carpeted) walk-in closet. I don’t know if any of you have an idea of what male cat spray smells like… but just think of stale ammonia and magnify it by ten thousand… then… I can attempt to start explaining to you what male cat spray smells like.
Animals don’t do that in my house. CATS especially.
So… the spray has been neutralized, and the cat has been locked out of the bedroom for 4 days now. He is NOT a happy camper.
Back to present day. I want to share with you the conversation I had with my honey just a while ago.
Enjoy.
Me: Your cat put something in my shoe. I just now realized it because whatever it was, I have now squished and it is making my sock stick to my foot in that one spot. And it is quite annoying. After further inspection it seems to be the remains of a small critter or maybe an area in which he used as toilet paper. I am very angry at your cat right now…You are both very lucky that there is such a distance between him and I.
Honey: Teach him a lesson: have his balls cut off.
Me: I would like to cut them off myself!
With scissors.
While he watches.
Honey: Remind me to never poop in your shoe.
Me: I am afraid because of why I should have to remind you of that.
Honey: I regard the rules of society as merely guidelines.
