I am very terrified of zombies.
I try to be so cool about it. But the thought of watching another zombie movie, makes my stomach churn.
I try so hard, because my hubby digs the zombie flicks. It's just so hard for me to realize that zombies aren't real. I'm a very rational person, albeit one with an overactive imagination, but I usually talk myself out of being scared.
Vampires-no problem, probably not real. I can especially handle the ones that look like Gary Oldman. Now Tom Cruise as a vampire, I can't even force myself to watch "Interview with the Vampire". He is a disgrace to vampires everywhere.
Werewolves-not real.
Frankenstein-we'll soon have Frankenbabies with all of the genetically crafted foods. Talk to me in about 20 years.
I just can't handle zombies. The sound alone that they make....
I will admit that "Night of the Living Dead" is GREAT! Never will I think of cemetery's in the same way. "They're coming to get you Barbara" haunts me. But in a good scary way.
The problem started when we went to see the remake of "Dawn of the Dead" last year. I have hinted about this movie in other blogs. Those damn zombies are too frickin fast! Not fair. They want to eat your brain AND they can out run you! I don't think so homey!
When we returned home that night, I shut every window and turned off all the lights. How rational is this? How is that going to protect me?
My husband recently was in a bookstore in the city and came across a Zombie Survival Book. I am not alone in my fear!
A new zombie movie is out and I think my dear, sweet spouse is going to have to see this with a friend.
Unless he is ready for me to barricade myself in our basement, and wait for a nuclear explosion, leaving me with radioactive zombies to fight off.
And this would be my hell.
30 June 2005
24 June 2005
Power to the people...
Sylow inspired me to sing Lennon yesterday and now it is appropriate today as well
I don't know where to begin...anger rising...rising...
Karl Rove....what in the hell was he thinking? I am sick to death of all liberals and Democrats being lumped together. I don't think all Republicans are the same.
If Rove wanted to say Michael Moore, that's what he should have said. And, the current administration is very good about turning their words around to benefit the scenario. It's a form of double speak isn't it?
We just watched "The Fog of War". A movie about Robert S. McNamara, Secretary of Defense during the Vietnam War. Very intelligent man, and the movie makes you wonder why it all happened. He admits to making mistakes. What is very scary, there is footage of President Johnson making the SAME comments as W is saying and has said in the past.
Everyone reading this-I urge you to rent"The Fog of War"
I may be preaching to the choir...
Thank goodness the Southern Baptist Federation has ended it's 8 year boycott of Disney World! I was sweating that one out. Who knew it was still going on? That was my exact comment to my husband when he told me. On a more serious note-the "SBF has issued a referendum that encourages parents to examine their children's public schools to determine if they are too accepting of homosexuality."
Where are they going with this? Not only are the kids going to lose great teachers, but what is that teaching our children. Intolerance.
I don't know where to begin...anger rising...rising...
Karl Rove....what in the hell was he thinking? I am sick to death of all liberals and Democrats being lumped together. I don't think all Republicans are the same.
If Rove wanted to say Michael Moore, that's what he should have said. And, the current administration is very good about turning their words around to benefit the scenario. It's a form of double speak isn't it?
We just watched "The Fog of War". A movie about Robert S. McNamara, Secretary of Defense during the Vietnam War. Very intelligent man, and the movie makes you wonder why it all happened. He admits to making mistakes. What is very scary, there is footage of President Johnson making the SAME comments as W is saying and has said in the past.
Everyone reading this-I urge you to rent"The Fog of War"
I may be preaching to the choir...
Thank goodness the Southern Baptist Federation has ended it's 8 year boycott of Disney World! I was sweating that one out. Who knew it was still going on? That was my exact comment to my husband when he told me. On a more serious note-the "SBF has issued a referendum that encourages parents to examine their children's public schools to determine if they are too accepting of homosexuality."
Where are they going with this? Not only are the kids going to lose great teachers, but what is that teaching our children. Intolerance.
22 June 2005
Lemon tree very pretty...
I was encouraged by LaurenBove to write this and feeling overwhelmed with family issues anyway, I decided to do this.
I am from Peach Hi-C punch, A&P storebrand cookies, and stacks of National Geographics in the Florida room.
I am from the 1950's green ranch on the corner. The backyard was my oasis. Bromeliads blooming beneath gigantic elephant ears. Grapefruit trees and crepe myrtles by the pool.
I am from the orange blossoms, palm trees and cicadas screeching in the old live oaks behind our house.
I am from gezundtheits and folk medicine.
From the Bonhams, Coyles, Simons, and Voslers.
I am from pragmatics, dreamers and the superstitious.
From "do as I say, not do as I do" and "don't drop your bra in the street"
I am from Catholics and Methodists and raising me as a Southern Baptist.
From saying your prayers at night and never taking the lords name in vain.
I am from Irishmen, Pennsylvania Dutch, Pilgrims and some mysterious Frenchmen.
I am from my dad's beef stroganoff and my mom's homemade macaroni and cheese.
I am from The Kingston Trio, Herb Alpert and Nat King Cole records.
I am from the man selling more than a life insurance policy and the engaged girl running through the woods to meet him.
I am from Peach Hi-C punch, A&P storebrand cookies, and stacks of National Geographics in the Florida room.
I am from the 1950's green ranch on the corner. The backyard was my oasis. Bromeliads blooming beneath gigantic elephant ears. Grapefruit trees and crepe myrtles by the pool.
I am from the orange blossoms, palm trees and cicadas screeching in the old live oaks behind our house.
I am from gezundtheits and folk medicine.
From the Bonhams, Coyles, Simons, and Voslers.
I am from pragmatics, dreamers and the superstitious.
From "do as I say, not do as I do" and "don't drop your bra in the street"
I am from Catholics and Methodists and raising me as a Southern Baptist.
From saying your prayers at night and never taking the lords name in vain.
I am from Irishmen, Pennsylvania Dutch, Pilgrims and some mysterious Frenchmen.
I am from my dad's beef stroganoff and my mom's homemade macaroni and cheese.
I am from The Kingston Trio, Herb Alpert and Nat King Cole records.
I am from the man selling more than a life insurance policy and the engaged girl running through the woods to meet him.
20 June 2005
"fillings, nothing more than fillings"
Things over here in the ole homestead are strange. Well I think it's just me. A very bad family situation has arose over the past week. My older, very healthy sister has a brain tumor. The doctors only found this out when she had a mass removed from her lower intestine.(Also a big surprise) Everyone is in shock. And I don't know who in my family knows exactly what is going on. No one is allowed to talk to my sister. No crying around her. Nothing.It's very F'd up.
And now for something completely different...
My husband and I just tagged team read a book together. It's been a long time since we've done this. I encourage everyone to read "Freakanomics". Super book. I'm usually not prone to reading economic books but this is different. The authors take statistics and breaks them down into facts. Go and put your name on the library list. It's worth it.
One topic discussed-"How Roe vs Wade actually helped crime go down"
A very scary bit of history was brought up. It's the opposite of our Roe vs. Wade.
Under dictator Ceausescu in Romanian, women between 25 and 45, were forced to attend, under Ceausescu's population-growth program, a clinic every three months for a pregnancy test. The officials there were known as the 'menstrual police'. Hefty taxes were paid for having no children.
Can you BELIEVE this? I saw MENSTRUAL POLICE and shuddered. They would even come to your workplace and administer tests.
Now the up side to this is the very same children who were born out of these forced pregnancies in Romania grew tired of the dictator and wanted him over thrown. It happened and on Christmas day 1989, he and his wife were shot.
And now for something completely different...
My husband and I just tagged team read a book together. It's been a long time since we've done this. I encourage everyone to read "Freakanomics". Super book. I'm usually not prone to reading economic books but this is different. The authors take statistics and breaks them down into facts. Go and put your name on the library list. It's worth it.
One topic discussed-"How Roe vs Wade actually helped crime go down"
A very scary bit of history was brought up. It's the opposite of our Roe vs. Wade.
Under dictator Ceausescu in Romanian, women between 25 and 45, were forced to attend, under Ceausescu's population-growth program, a clinic every three months for a pregnancy test. The officials there were known as the 'menstrual police'. Hefty taxes were paid for having no children.
Can you BELIEVE this? I saw MENSTRUAL POLICE and shuddered. They would even come to your workplace and administer tests.
Now the up side to this is the very same children who were born out of these forced pregnancies in Romania grew tired of the dictator and wanted him over thrown. It happened and on Christmas day 1989, he and his wife were shot.
15 June 2005
Holy bombs make holey holes
Holy wars make holy foes
Normally I try not to get into politics on my blog, but I have to say something. (I'm wearing my Che Guevara tee today. I'm a rebel dammit!)
Over the weekend, we took a train into the city and the first car was filled with army air corps soldiers. I'm fond of the army air, because my dad was a pilot in WW2 with the corps. The trip was nice as usual. Beautiful Hudson River, cliffs and mountains.
When we arrived at Grand Central it hit me. I had to swallow my tears. As I watched these young soldiers take out their picture phones and take snapshots of themselves and their buddies, some of these boys won't be coming back-ever. They were being shipped out. They'll never be able to bring their children to the greatest city in the world. It was a difficult moment.
Now, I just read in the Times, the government is lowering their standards for enlisting men and women. Those with a criminal record, they'll waive it. Just as long as there is warm body firing a gun, that's all they care about. And the recruiters going to high schools and forcing these impressionable kids to sign up, horrible, no it's deplorable. If parents get upset about unhealthy snacks being offered, how about not allowing the marines to come in and take your kid away.
Normally I try not to get into politics on my blog, but I have to say something. (I'm wearing my Che Guevara tee today. I'm a rebel dammit!)
Over the weekend, we took a train into the city and the first car was filled with army air corps soldiers. I'm fond of the army air, because my dad was a pilot in WW2 with the corps. The trip was nice as usual. Beautiful Hudson River, cliffs and mountains.
When we arrived at Grand Central it hit me. I had to swallow my tears. As I watched these young soldiers take out their picture phones and take snapshots of themselves and their buddies, some of these boys won't be coming back-ever. They were being shipped out. They'll never be able to bring their children to the greatest city in the world. It was a difficult moment.
Now, I just read in the Times, the government is lowering their standards for enlisting men and women. Those with a criminal record, they'll waive it. Just as long as there is warm body firing a gun, that's all they care about. And the recruiters going to high schools and forcing these impressionable kids to sign up, horrible, no it's deplorable. If parents get upset about unhealthy snacks being offered, how about not allowing the marines to come in and take your kid away.
13 June 2005
I'm a king kong man, I'm a voodoo man, I'm an apeman
Dream from last night.
I was walking down a street in NYC with my husband and I saw MaryBishop with her pink glasses and a cane. And I thought to myself, "I knew I would run into her one of these days." She was carrying a small dog and muttering about how hot it was.
Then I popped into a deli to buy a loaf of bread, and I gave the cashier $30, expecting some change, but I received nothing back. Not even the bread. Someone handed me a note that said my husband would gladly go out on a bread run for me.
I was walking down a street in NYC with my husband and I saw MaryBishop with her pink glasses and a cane. And I thought to myself, "I knew I would run into her one of these days." She was carrying a small dog and muttering about how hot it was.
Then I popped into a deli to buy a loaf of bread, and I gave the cashier $30, expecting some change, but I received nothing back. Not even the bread. Someone handed me a note that said my husband would gladly go out on a bread run for me.
09 June 2005
You should have seen us when we're at our best...
Today is the day, I have officially become a MOM! The day I gave birth to my son, I became a mother. Now that he is starting to talk, it's mommy or as he says very dramatically MAM MAAAA. But today is MOM day. The reason being, we went to the mall, and stopped by H&M (clothing store) and I passed up all the cute little outfits for moi and went straight to the children section and guess what I found, a winter coat for my son. Yep-no bikinis for me-it's a big honking snow coat for the man along with some very cute sweaters for him. The girls in gymboree will adore him. Oh and did I mention it's like 100 degrees here by the Hudson today. Such a MOM!
07 June 2005
Super Scary Mommy!
Here is my drawing that I promised MaryBishop I would do. I left out the cell phone because I don't like talking when driving, but singing... I dedicate my cartoon to my husband who is a master of this style of drawing. I would love to be able to draw like Charles Burns, but I do not have the patience.
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