I know I have been MIA. Nothing special, just lazy. But I need to get back in the swing of things. So here is my entry to Light. Carmi keeps pulling themes from...the mysterious beyond. This weeks theme is a good one. Not the best photo, but Boy Toy and Spotty were in love with the SpectroMagic parade at Disney. I think it is the best parade in
the MK
You have started telling us that “going to bed/brushing teeth/taking bath/ is not an option”, and from your point of view I can see where you are coming from. Plus it is gosh darn cute to hear you say it. You also like to tell me (with a smile) mama that would be terry-bill!
We had our very first Parent/Teacher conference. They told us they loved you and you were wonderful. As if we didn’t already know. You are great at playing alone and using your imagination. You need to work on sharing and transitions. It’s great to know that the shit fits you throw for us, you are throwing for them as well.
We opened the pool and you are LOVING it. You insist we go in every day, even though it is colder than…cold. But you so love it as long as you are naked. You are not as big a fan of the swim suit.
Mantha is back for the summer and you couldn’t be happier. You are excited to pick her up and so sad to see her leave. I am so happy that you will be able to do more with her, now I just have to convince her to stay the hell outside.
The peas in our garden are ready and you have stripped them all, apparently you like the idea of picking your own, I had hoped to send you to school with some fresh veggies, but you eat them as fast as they are picked, we are planting more, just to keep up with you.
The other day when I was explaining that my hands hurt a lot and I couldn’t play a video game with you, you walked over to me, kissed my chest and said “I kissed your heart, that will make you feel better”, and wouldn’t you know? It did.
You LOVE to burp, and I know your father taught you how to do this. The two of you just laugh and laugh when you coming running up to me to burp on my shoulder. I think the two of you are dorks.
We also went to our first Carter family picnic. This was held at Defazio field’s tot lot. We brought pizza and Terminator and Buzz Cut came too. Terminator is a flame and you and Buzz Cut are the moths. You chased each other around all night. You also spent time with your school friends which made me happy to see and then Terminator and Buzz Cut would start looking for you. I can definitely see the three of you causing all sorts of mayhem as you grow older. God help us all.
You told me the other day that you wanted to be a doctor. Today you said you wanted to be a doctor in space. Dream big baby! You also said that you needed a “pop” (freezer pop) “it will help my tummy be healthy and strong!”
You are your mother’s son. You love to play in the rain. You love puddles and having the rain splash in your face. Ask auntie Moo about walking around in the rain sometime.
While reading a new book last night “I can read: Star Wars Podracer” You told me that you wished you could be in a podracer with Obi-Wan Kanobi or Luke Skywalker and me. He also hoped his daddy would be there in his podracer. You have never seen the movies. We have the Star Wars Lego PS2 game (it covers 1,2 and 3). But you seems to just absorb it from me. Reason # 454,348,762,436,586,970,361,532,674,849,476 why I love you
You have the softest tummy around. I love to give you belly rubs and tickle your ribbies.
We are off to our next camping adventure, can’t wait to see what happens, not sure what we are going to do. You have been asking to climb big rocks, and as we will be in the White Mountains, I think we can satisfy your craving. Happy 4th of July Spotty Chop!
10. You don't need to see my goddamn identification, 'cause these ain't the motherfuckin' droids you're looking for.
9. Womp rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'll never know, cause even if it did I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker.
8. This is your father's lightsaber. When you absolutely, positively, have to kill every motherfuckin stormtrooper in the
room...accept no substitutes.
7. If Obi-wan ain't home then I don't know what the fuck we're gonna do. I ain't got no other connections on Tattooine.
6. Feel the Force, motherfucker.
5. What ain't no planet I've ever heard of! Do they speak Bocce on What?
4. You sendin' the Fett? Shit, Hutt, that's all you had to say!
3. Yeah Chewie Rocky Horror's got a hair problem. What the brother gonna do? He's a wookie.
2. Does Jabba the Hutt look like a bitch?
1. Hand me my lightsaber... it's the one that says, "Bad Mother Fucker."
Mercy Thompson Series, Book 1
Mercedes Thompson (Mercy to her friends) is an auto mechanic she refurbishes old VW bugs. Her former boss is a gremlin, one of the lesser fae. The Gray Lords forced the fae out into the open a few years ago because science was on the verge of outing them anyways. It didn’t go as well as planned; most of them now live on reservations. The rest of the supernatural community isn’t thrilled with the response of the “regulars” so are still in hiding. This includes the Alpha Wolf who lives next door to Mercy and the Vampires whose cars she works on because she can not afford the protection money they insist upon. And then there is Mercy. She is a skin walker. Different than a werewolf, she changes shape naturally thanks to her American Indian heritage, but she was brought up by a werewolf pack. “
Things were status quo until a young, untrained werewolf showed up in her shop looking for work. What we get next is battles with werewolves, death, destruction, mayhem and a bit of lust.
Great book, hopefully great new series. Don’t be frightened off by my mentioning of lust. This isn’t one of those supernatural soft porn series, (or at least the first book isn’t). It’s a quick read, but the characters and story will make you wish it were longer.
Ok so I just finished up Season 5 of SG1 I won’t mention what happens at the end of Season 5, I knew it would happen eventually, but boo hoo.
O'Neill: I'd be happy to debrief you all after I've debriefed myself for a nice hot shower.
Hammond: Permission to shower granted. In fact, I insist on it, Colonel.
O'Neill: Bad?
Jackson: I wasn't going to say anything...
O'Neill: So, what's your impression of Alar?
Teal'c: That he is concealing something.
O'Neill: Like what?
Teal'c: I am unsure. He is concealing it.
Anise: Your strength is five times that of a normal human.
O'Neill: So, no increase then, huh?
O'Neill: What kind of archaeologist carries a weapon?
Jackson: Uh... I do.
Markov: The sub is Swiss.
Jackson: So they occasionally catch fire, but they keep perfect time. pause Sorry. I think I've been hanging around Jack O'Neill too much
Unas refusing food: Ka!
Jackson: Now don't say Ka until you've tried it
O'Neill: There's a man... He's bald and wears a short-sleeved shirt, and somehow he's very important to me. I think his name is Homer
Teal'c: I have read of a place where humans do battle in a ring of Jell-o.
O'Neill: Call Daniel.
Colonel Simmons: Need I remind you, Dr. Jackson, of the dangers that we're trying to defend Earth against?
Jackson: Oh, could you? I mean, go slow.
Carter: "I've never blown up a star before."
O’Neill: "They say the first one is always the hardest."
Daniel: "I figured that flashing wasn't good news. And the fact that in Goa'uld it says, 'Warning, Warning..."
Teal'c: "Trust in me, O'Neill."
O’Neill: "What if I'm not O'Neill?"
Teal'c: "Then I was not talking to you."
Jack: to Hammond "IN THE MIDDLE OF MY BACKSWING?!?"
Anise: You may call me Anise.
Jackson: Anise?
Anise: It means "Noble Strength".
Jackson: I'm Daniel. It means, uh, "God is my judge".
O'Neill: I'm Jack. It means... What's in the box?
O'Neill: Well, I guess now we can go back and tell General Hammond that the Tok'ra boned us again!
Jackson: We were hoping you could kinda…um, like…beam them out.
Jacob: Beam them out? What am I, Scotty?
Major Davis: [Over the radio]: Jack or Teal'c, please respond.
O'Neill: Flight, Digger One. We read you. We have lost control of the craft to some sort of hidden recall device that apparently the scum-sucking, slimy, snake-ass Apophis installed in his death gliders. Over.
Carter, Teal'c and Narim entering Narim's house
Automatic voice (it's Sam's voice): "Greetings, Narim. Welcome home. Atmosphere control is active. Shall I prepare a mid-day meal for you and your guests?"
Narim: "No, thank you."
Carter: "Narim?"
Narim: "Yes, Samantha?"
Carter: "Is that my voice?"
Narim: "I'm sorry, I was hoping you wouldn't notice."
Jackson: (disbelieving): "...little grey butts."
Teal'c has another memory: "Do not test my temper, woman"
Jackson: "Woman? Did..did he just call me a...a...a woman?"
O’Neill: "Yes, I believe he did."
Carter: "So...is it working? Is he...did he say anything?"
O’Neill: "Talked about fabric, briefly."
Jackson: "He just called me a woman."
O’Neill: "Ah the sound of the other shoe"
Carter: If it comes right down to it, we can detonate it right here. What's our position?
Jackson: Well, personally, I'm against it. But if you want to know where the ship is, we're about five meters above the surface at the bottom of the crater.
O'Neill: It's always suicide-mission this save-the-planet that. No one ever stops by just to say hi anymore.
O'Neill: "I'd like to take this opportunity to say that this is a poorly designed bomb and we should say something to someone when we get back."
O'Neill: We brought dinner and a movie.
Teal'c: Star Wars.
O'Neill: Teal'c's seen it what, eight times?
Teal'c: Nine.
O'Neill: Nine times. If Teal'c likes it, it's gotta be OK.
Carter: You've never seen Star Wars?
O'Neill: Well, you know me and sci-fi...
Teal'c: If I were still loyal to the Goa'uld you would know it.
Col. Simmons: Really?
Teal'c: It would be immediately apparent, as I would not hesitate to kill you where you sit.
O'Neill: I have great confidence in you, Carter. Go on back to the SGC and… confuse Hammond.
Cassandra: What do you see when you look at me now?
Carter: I see you. And until your head starts spinning around, and probably even then, I will still see…you.
Jackson: I just hope we don't regret giving them those Gate addresses.
O'Neill: I don't think we will, the first one being a black hole and all. They get progressively darker after that.
Jackson: You'd think a race advanced enough to fly around in space ships would be smart enough to have seat belts, huh?
Jacob: We just prefer not to crash.
O'Neill: Ah, they'll fix it up.
Jackson: I'm confident.
O'Neill: Me too.
Teal'c: As am I.
O'Neill: Hammond will find us.
Jackson: I'm confident.
Carter: Me too.
Teal'c: As am I.
Now what is incredibly suckful is that Costco no longer seems to be carrying the SG1thinpak (or fat). Do I really want to spend $40 for the next 5 seasons? No. Will I? Stay tuned…
