Thursday, June 8, 2017

We need to talk about the Game of Thrones.

We definitely need to talk about my Game of Throne withdrawals. I have been not so patiently waiting for season 7, and I still have to wait another 5 weeks to get my fix. Like seriously, have I not waited long enough to lay my eyes on Jon Snow?


I've already been waiting over 5 years for the next book. The waiting is too much. Because while I wait, I spend my time doing things that are not necessarily that good for me. Like stuffing my face with pizza and trolling Donald Trump on Twitter. I am also currently watching the NBA & the NHL finals. Who does that? Apparently, I do!


I have also been dealing with an 11 year old daughter that now wants to call everyone that she sees 'bro'. I was sitting in my living room, stuffing my face with pizza and wondering why everyone calls Lebron James 'KING', and I may or may not have still been in my night clothes. When my daughter walks in and says... 'don't you think you should put some pants on, bro?'


So yeah, this wait is ruining my life. I have gained 2.7 pounds,  I know way too  much about basketball and hockey, and my daughter is telling everyone about my Game of Thrones meltdown. My father now knows that I watch sports in my mumu while inhaling pizza. Not a good look.
Are you patiently waiting for Game of Thrones? Or are you losing your mind, like me?



Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Walking Dead is back and it ain't messin' around!

Is anyone else loving this season of The Walking Dead as much as I am? The first episode was a little slow, understandably. They had to explain what has been going on for the last 6 or 7 months. But the second episode? Holy captain crunch. Let's just kill 1/3 of all the inhabitants of the prison. What a great idea! Too many characters to keep up with anyway. Now let's get to the questions. I have OH SO MANY questions.

Who was feeding the rats to the zombies?
The obvious choice would be Lizzie, the crazy child that likes to name the zombies. But could she really reach that high and make it out at night all by herself and her sister not find out? I just feel like it is way too obvious if it turns out to be her. But who else could it be? Carol?!?! She is kinda nutso nowadays. I have no idea on this one.

Who burnt Karen & David?
So many choices on this one. Where to begin? Maybe it's Carl?!? Rick gives him back his gun and now he is all crazypants again? Or WAIT FOR IT... Maybe it was Rick?!?!? The look on his face when he had to kill those pigs. That moment he knew that he could no longer just be Mr. Farmer. That he had to go back to making the HARD choices. He snapped. And now he's back to badass Rick. And he knew, for the protection of all, that those that might be infected needed to die. But I am going to go out on a limb here and say that it is Beth or Roy. Ya know, the former Army medic, closeted alcoholic that made the shelf fall last week on their trip to the Big Spot store. Why is it him? He is a former medic. He might be a little skittish about sickness. So he got rid of the infected before they could infect anyone else. Why could it be Beth? Because she crazy. She straight up freaks me out. Crazy. It could be anyone. But I draw the line at Herschel. I love me some Herschel.

Did Michonne lose a child?
When Beth had the conversation with Michonne about kids losing parents being orphans and spouses losing spouses being widows, but that parents losing kids was so horrible that it had no name, you could see that it bothered Michonne. And then when she was so adamant about not holding Judith, but then she did and she broke down. There has to be a backstory there. But what is it?!?

Where is The Governor?
Michonne seems to be the only that cares. But of course, she wants to have her revenge for Andrea. But really, where the hell is that crazy, one-eyed psychopath? I need to know what he is up to. NOW. You just know he is cooking up some crazy plot to get back at those in the camp. Maybe he is the reason that all of the zombies seem to be congregating around the prison?!??

I CANNOT wait to find out. What about you? Any theories?

Monday, October 14, 2013

When I bake, the children cry.

I cannot make desserts. I have no idea why. I just cannot do it. I follow every recipe word for word and nothing ever turns out right. Ever. When I make Rice Crispy treats you have to eat them out of a bowl, with a spoon. When I make pies... people run for cover. The last time I tried to make hard candy, my husband was rushed to the hospital with third degree burns all over his body.

Okay, the last part might not be true, but you get my drift. I can make the best meatloaf this side of the Mississippi River. You would kill for a piece of my fried chicken. People have actually paid me for my Pepperoni Rolls. But they cry when presented with a tray of my sweet treats. They cry and beg and eventually run out the door.

Today, I tried to make a Halloween dessert. I messed it up. It is not edible. At all. Trust me. I tried. I didn't try hard. But I tried. Yesterday, I tried to make a Millionaire's Pie. I forgot to drain the crushed pineapple. The result was not pretty nor did it taste good.

Tomorrow, I am going to try to make some Chocolate Covered Coconut Balls. They should be great. Wanna come over?

Saturday, October 12, 2013

I am letting my neck reveal my age.


I have insomnia. It's a real pain in the ass, for sure. But one thing I have learned from many a late night is that there are some really crazy shows on late-night television. Can you say Skin-A-Max?!?

Anyway, moving on. There are also a shitload of infomercials late at night. One of the most prevalent ones that I have tuned into is "Don't Let Your Neck Reveal Your Age"!! I cannot stop myself from watching it. It's like a sickness. And while I am happy for the ladies who went from having their chins lying atop their bosom, to having 'the neck they had 20 years ago'... I just want to scream at the TV. And I do. And it sounds a little something like this...

Honey, it's not my neck that reveals my age. It's the direction my boobs have started to point toward in the last 5 years. It's the child living under my roof. It's the gray hair that refuses to be covered by monthly hair dye touch-ups. It's the wrinkles in my forehead that are so gigantic that you could hold a pencil in the folds. It's the reason I may or may not have to go change my underpants after a particularly violent cough and/or sneeze. And then... I stop yelling, because this is usually around the time that my husband wakes up and tells me to stop being a crazy person and that he needs to be up in 3 hours to go to work.

So then I go back to reading my book or watching a show that requires less yelling from me. Like... Spongebob or Alf. 

Do you have insomnia and a love of watching infomercials? Seen any good ones lately?

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Hell on Wheels or Hell on Training Wheels?


There are a plethora of television shows that are on a plethora of television channels these days. I will admit, I probably watch a bit too much TV, especially in the winter time. But hey, it's better than sitting chest deep in the snow after falling off the sled for the 467th time. One of my absolute favorite shows is "Hell on Wheels". Not only do I think that Anson Mount is the sexiest man alive (AND I do mean SEXY, like, I would drink his bath water SEXY), but I also think that this show is like nothing else that we are seeing on TV at this particular time.

With that being said, the 3rd season of Hell on Wheels just ended this past Saturday. And while I do LOVE this show, I was a tad disappointed with the finale. I liked it, I just did not love it. It just felt a bit lackluster compared to the last 2 season finales. Instead of building his railroad or avenging his loved ones, Bohannon was trapped in a Mormon fort marrying a teenager that he knocked up in a barn. While I understand that marrying the Mormon girl was a better choice than dying, I just wasn't all that jazzed about it. Maybe I'm jealous? Okay, I am jealous. But still, I wasn't happy about it. And then Elam and the bear? Say what? No. Just No. But it did inspire me to write this little poem.

Elam went in search of
Bohannon, to save the day.
Instead, he found some Indians
that he killed, except one ran away.
Next, he met a bear.
And he died.
He's dead.
The bear killed him.

Even though I wasn't thrilled with the finale, I still LOVE this show and I am very hopeful, albeit anxious, that it will get picked up for a fourth season.

Do you watch Hell on Wheels? Did you like the season finale more than I did? Do you have as many impure thoughts about Anson Mount as I do?