Thursday, November 28, 2013

Playful/Thankful Photo Challenge.

To start I would like to say- "Thank you Uncle Roger for letting us leave work an hour and a half early yesterday!!" I've always thought about participating in one of these things. I've started them before, but never quite finished one. Why? Because A) I usually forget at some point, because let's face it my memory is about as good as Grandpa V's driving and B) Because there is sooo much pressure associated with these things. If you're thankful for one person or thing, but not for another then someone is automatically offended. Never fails. You always have to have that one overly-dramatic person. So, since I wanted to do one of these things, but didn't want the added pressure, I decided that I would do a playful one. I did it through Instagram, some are serious, but for the most part they are just little fun things to me. Remember, sometimes it's the little things. Since I actually put forth a little effort on this one, I thought that I would share the pictures that I took, followed by the caption I wrote for them. I went all the way up until the day before Thanksgiving (November 27). Note to Self: Never do this again!! It was hard remembering to take a picture everyday and then to put them all together. There's a reason you gave up on Project Life Katie!! Here goes nothing...

I'm Thankful For....


The Hemsworth Parents. I mean...Wow. People should buy those boys Momma jewels and high-five their Daddy everyday...Sometimes it's the little things.
That Danielle taught me how to turn the camera on my phone around; because even though I take Horrible pictures, at least there's not a toilet or shower behind me.
Sundays...The one day a week to take all day to relax, read, watch tv, paint your toenails, and eat icecream.
For the lunch dates that we get to share, the jokes that we make, and of course I'm Very thankful for the Inventor of Paninis.
Kurt Sutter...He is the genius behind my Favorite tv show, and the husband to one of my favorite musicians/actresses...Gotta love him and his twisted sense of humor.
That I love to read and write, but if I need to know something asap I can always google it...that and watch youtube. But I still prefer the older days with my books instead of so much technology, I've seen Terminator you know. Remember people, this is a playful photo challenge.
That I have family and friends that stop me (for the most part) from making drastic changes to my hair. I know me, I see Zooey Deschannel with bangs or J. Law with this cute pixie and I think I want it...Just to be clear, I would look like a total reject.
Blogging. It's my outlet where I can put all of my random thoughts and talk about the things that some people just don't wanna hear. I can be as playful or as serious as I want, and it's something that is all mine.


For good books, warm red slippers, teddy bears, and the ability to drown out all the crazy sounds upstairs so I can get lost in what I'm reading. My spacing out abilities are so good that sometimes even I don't realize I'm doing it.
For random phone calls and letters from old friends...Sometimes when you're having one of "those" kind of days, it just takes something small to make you smile.
That even though I don't like dealing with Mondays, they still come around, and eventually the grueling  day is over.
That I have the free will to change my mind whenever I want...Whether it be something as big as Life Decisions to something as small as deciding to drink more water, and everything in between including pieces of technology, my stance on leggings, and even my opinion about Ian Somerhalder.
For my Momma and Brother...to night is movie night with my big brother...GrownUps2 it is.
That Dani is good at Math (Math Nerd) and doesn't mind helping me out since I'm well...Not so good at Math. Thank you Dani!
That I have friends that know me all too well. They find random strange books and think to themselves- "Katie would love this, I should tell her about it." That and the fact that when you can't make it to a good ole fashioned bookstore, they have delivery services these days.
To have my big brother around to smack talk with, hang out with, and just spend some bro/sis time with. Like I always say, sometimes it's the little things.


For hats, because my hair in rainy weather...Enough said.
That even though he's a pain in my butt and I wanna ring his neck at times, that my brother still knows how to fix things on occasion.
That this clock only sings for a month or two instead of all year round. I can deal with christmas carols for a month or two, but that's about it.
For warm coats and scarves. It's not extremely cold out this morning, but with this crazy wet mop that I call hair, they sure due come in handy! Thanks Aunt Susi!
That there are far wiser people out there than myself.
That my Family/Friends find my Quirkiness Endearing instead of Cray...Including when I buckle our Poinsettia into Jayna's carseat so it won't get hurt...We got this Dani...By the way her name is Sasha :)
For Creative Minds.
For time with the family. Whether we're talking, hanging out, or just watching a movie.


Memes...Just a little bit of hilarity throughout your day.
The Jokes we make, the Laughs we share, and ALL of our WTH Moments.
My Puppy Dog. I adopted him from "the home" (shh...gotta whisper it, he's sensitive about that part of his life) when I was sixteen years old and he's been the best friend that a girl could ever ask for. I know it sounds weird, but we've been through  alot.

There you have it Folks. Twenty-Seven of the things that I'm thankful for. Not nearly everything, but then again I don't think that anyone could actually sit down and name off everything that they're really thankful for and remember it all. There's just SO much to be thankful for. Especially for me. I have a Great Family, even though some are crazy they're still pretty great. Good Friends, that even though I don't get to see as much as I like I know that if I need them they're there. A Roof over my head, Food to eat, and a Job to help me provide for my Family, and these days not everyone can say that. I have Moderately Descent Health, not fantastic but seriously I can't complain. Not to mention I have the right to be who I want to be, when I want, and however I want. I know that some of these things are silly, but I try not to be overly serious about anything. Seriousness is what got Kerouac you know. Well, Seriousness and Whiskey. Sorry, ignore me. With all of that being said, I would just like to say- "Thank you to My Family, I love you all so very much. I hope everyone has a wonderful Holiday Season and that you eat more than you can possibly stand. And last but certainly not even close to least. Thank you SOO much to all of our Military Service Men/Women. What you all do is so amazing and appreciated!! You put yourselves on the line so that we all may have a chance at a better life. There are no words that can even begin to describe the Thankfulness that I have for you. Ya'll would've been in my pictures, but I couldn't find a Soldier anywhere to get a picture of. You're all out there defending our Rights and Freedoms. Once again Thank you! Thank you so much!!" And of course people are beginning to see Christmas in the very near Future. So I had to add in a couple of the Christmas Pics :)
    

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Oh Happy Day

Even though this day has dragged along so slow that I'm pretty sure that I could've watched Gone with the Wind twice!! Is dragged a real word? There is a Silver Lining too all of this madness that is going around. What's that you ask? Well, I get a four day weekend off of work (I love having a job now where I get Holidays off) And, I have about two and a half hours left at work and after that, according to the Alarm Clock on my phone I won't have to get up at five in the morning and come to work for...

4 Days 15 Hours and 55 Minutes

I only have two responses to that little piece of information...

and...

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Too much information to process.

Ok, so I have been thinking about doing something with my hair lately. Something completely different than I've done in a long while. I watched a show a few weeks ago and the chick on it was all- New City, New Me!! Blah, blah, blah. Anyways...even though I think that she was completely crazy she did have a bit of a point. I've lived up here in the city for a little over a year now and have been through a whole lot of changes. Seriously. A. Lot. But have managed to keep my ole mousey brown hair. I hate my original color, but have always favored myself a brunette. I've always experimented with my hair color and "look", but not in the last few years. I know- Shocking!! But I figured it's time for a little bit of a change. Nothing wrong with change.

So in order to pick the right color and all of that mess, I have to get it cut before anything, I can't even wear it down and it look right, right now because it's so bad, It needs cut on so many levels!! I do what I always do when I need information. Google Please!! I came across this article that is supposed to "help" you choose the right hair color for yourself. Apparently it's all very "scientific", because they use charts and every such stuff. Yeah, I thought the same thing...But seriously what can it hurt to answer a few questions and get a couple ideas? Nothing that's what. So that's what I did. Of course I had to ask Dani a couple things about myself, How weird is that? because I had absolutely no clue. How am I supposed to know what the difference between pink pale and regular pale are? Everything looks kinda light pink to me these days. So I answered the questions and it kind of spit out a color for me. Not exactly what I expected, but I kind of like it. I think if anyone is considering dying their hair or looking for something different, then they should give this Article a little perusing. Not saying it's right, but at least it's fun and gives you some ideas. Besides who decides what is considered "technical data" and not. Everything has a chart and a group study anymore. Just saying.

Observe What Type of Skin Tone you have. (I had to ask Dani about this one). Options: Olive, Pink, Pale, Dark, Extremely Pale, or Yellow.
Result: Pale. Pale skin suits nearly every hair color, though it does not necessarily mean that it will be flattering. Uhh...Thanks for absolutely nothing on that one. No help at all!

Determine which Clothing Color suits you best. Options: Red, Orange, Golden Yellow, Olive Green, Rust/ Bluish Red, Fuchsia, Black, Royal Blue, Pine Green/ Red, Purple, Charcoal Grey, Periwinkle, Teal.
Result: Red, Purple, Charcoal Grey, Periwinkle, and Teal. At least that's what people tell me. "I suit Neutral Tones like Sandy Blonde, Beige Blonde, Chocolate Brown and Mahogany".

Determine which Type of Jewelry looks best on you. Options: Silver, Gold, Both.
Result: Silver. It means I have "cool skin".

Determine your Eye Color. Options: Brown, Green, Hazel, or Blue.
Result: Blue. Blue eyes have a "blue base" as opposed to having a "yellow" or "brown base" which means that hair colors like light gold or ash best suits them.

Final Tallying....Consider Dying Your Hair These Colors....Plus, Don't Forget To Read ALL Of The Tips At The Bottom. This is a Picture of what my Hair Color is now ignore the fact that I'm a mess and the Result That it Gave Me...

Result: Sandy Blonde w/ Highlights.
 

Monday, November 25, 2013

This Past Week

If you follow me on Instagram then you already know that I re-read two of my favorite books last week. Thinking about doing it again. What I forgot to mention was that they are also written by one of my favorite Authors, Teresa Medeiros, as well. I own all of her books and have read them numerous times. Some more so than others of course. I love her writing. When she writes you automatically feel like you are that character. I'll just be sitting there reading and all of the sudden it's like I am that person. Her writing is literally that vivid. I love it. Most of it is of course Fiction, purely for entertainment purposes, but some of it could be true. I guess it depends on how optimistic of a person you are. I have no problem reading "Fantasy", it's no different than watching a movie or letting your mind wander. Although, sometimes my mind does tend to get away from me. I can't help it, too much imagination, not enough head space.

My two favorites just so happen to be about Vampires. Yeah yeah, I know what you're thinking, but it's not like that. It's not Twilight by any means. Not saying that there's anything wrong with Twilight, but I like my Fictional Vampires a little...What's the word? Tougher and less Sparkly. I'm old school. The sun is supposed to burn them and turn them to dust bunnies, not a piece of Lady Gaga jewelry. Just saying. That's just one girls opinion though. Spoiler Alerts!! The two books actually go together. The first one- After Midnight- centers around Caroline Cabot. She is the eldest sister out of three, and has taken care of her two younger sisters for years. Ever since their parents were killed in a carriage accident. I know that sounds weird, but it's set in the 1800s. People had carriage accidents back in the day just like we have car crashes now. It's just true. When middle sister, Vivienne, writes Caroline to tell her that she's met a wealthy Viscount, Caroline loads herself and their youngest sister, Portia, up and goes to meet them. Of course Caroline has given up so much to care for her sisters. Portia is eccentric, convinced in the super- natural and trying to convince Caroline that the Viscount himself is a vampire. Caroline drums all of this up to her sisters imagination and they head to a dinner party held at his castle/home. At Midnight. There is a man spouting out poetry and Caroline convinced that it's their host begins to laugh while everyone else is smitten, including Portia. She ends up having a conversation with a "beautiful" man about the guy she thinks is the host, telling him all about the rumors and how amusing that she finds it. Come to find out the man that she was talking to was the actual Viscount, Adrian Kane, and the man talking was his brother, Julian Kane. Embarrassing! She ends up falling for him, but is thoroughly convinced that he's a vampire. So what does she do? Well, what any sensible woman does of course. Stalk him until she finds whatever it is she's looking for. Duh!! I won't tell you everything that happens, but I definitely want to tell you to read it!!

The second one- The Vampire Who Loved Me- is set six years after where the first one left off. It centers mostly around Julian Kane and Portia Cabot, who became "close" in the first one. Basically, some things happened in the crypt and Portia saved Julian's life but no one really knows what happened except the two of them. But on a mission to save him yet again, and determined to see if he still loves her Portia is relentless in her endeavors. She reminds me a bit of myself actually. You know annoying with more imagination than good sense about your own well being. Oh well, that's the price you pay for being a Hopeless Romantic I guess. Anyways, like I said about the first one I won't tell you too much, but I will tell you to go ahead and read it, because it's good too! And in case any of you are interested in reading anymore of her books, I put together a little something to help ya'll find them. Hope you enjoy them as much as I myself do. Here are the titles, and the years that they were released.... 

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Saturday Letters.

Dear Momma, I love our little inside jokes and jamming in the car with you. Dear Aunt Susi, Thank you for the new coat. I love it, and you were right, it's extremely warm and cozy. Thank you! Dear Guys that fixed our hot water heater, Thank you. If I had to see Shy shake one more time I was gonna strangle her. Am I the only one that can take ice cold showers without coming near death? Dear Kurt Sutter, Once again...You're a Genius. Dear Dr. E, I have to admit that I always thought that dermatologists were just fancy versions of witch doctors. No offense. However, that's not a bad thing because I believe in witches and now I believe in you. Thank you for helping me with this "skin attacking me like Napoleon did Germany" problem. You're awesome. Dear Greg, How dare you dis Robin Thicke you turd! Dear Ian Somerhalder, I'm sorry that you were unaware that we were supposed to get married and live happily ever after. Now that you know, we should get started. Dear Picasa, I love making collages on you. That is all. Dear FX, Why do I have to wait for two weeks for the next episode of SOA? I'm lucky it's worth waiting for. Dear Dragonfly in Amber, I know you came and I started reading you, but I had to give you a break. You're a whole lot to take on at once. I had to switch books for awhile. Sorry. Dear Chicago Fire, You're an excellent show, it almost had me in tears-I was a little misty eyed this past week, but we all know that Firemen don't look like Taylor Kinney and Jesse Spencer. Nice try, but you can't trick us! Although a man in uniform does tend to be hotter than other ones. Dear Uncle Roger, If you don't quit getting me junk food you're going to have to start rolling me around everywhere and using the forklift to get me up the stairs. We'll take precautions and just not take a plane ride through the Andes, that way you don't have to fatten me up. Thank you though :) Dear People, Adam Levine 2013's Sexiest Man Alive? Seriously? He beat Charlie Hunnam, The Hemsworth Brothers, and about five hundred more that I could name off of the top of my head? Ya'll are seriously slacking, get it together People! Dear Android, Now that I've learned to take Screenshots with you, I can't stop myself. It's addicting. Dear Vampire Diaries, I finished all your seasons on NetFlix, I love you, and I'm definitely a fan. Dear Kelly Clarkson, Congratulations! You're having a baby! Dear FSOG Producers-Directors-Writers-Actors, I made mention that I thought that it was corny that the movie was being released on VDay 2015. Ya'll must have heard me because now it's being released February 13, 2015. Which just so happens to be my birthday. Thanks. I think. Dear Cousin Josh, No one asked you Carl!! Dear Australia, None of ya'll want to go to Justin Beiber concerts...I'm so very proud of you! Dear Elvis Channel on Pandora, I love, love, love and have been rocking out to you! Dear Uncle Jimmy, Yeah...ummm...I think I may have broken our alarm. Just a little bit though. In all fairness, I had no clue what was happening. Ok, it's not broken, but it definitely doesn't like me. Dear Google+, I got rid of you on Wednesday and switched to a Blogger Profile. It's never given me that option before, but I think that I may really like it. Sorry, but you had to go. Dear Teresa Medeiros, I love and own all of your novels. With that being said I would really appreciate it if you would continue The Cabot series. I know that the ending of TVWLM let them all live happily ever after, but I've read AM and TVWLM at least thirty-five times apiece and love the Kane/Cabot's. Thank you. Dear Daily Weather, I reckon you have made up your mind, it's cold as a well diggers butt outside!! Dear Shy, Yes I will wear the green winter coat so you don't have to. Fashion before warmth, you can tell you're a teenage girl.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Ways the movie "Crossroads" ruined my life.

Let us travel back to 2002 for a moment shall we? I know what you're thinking. Why on Earth would we want to travel backwards in time to eleven years ago? Wow, I just felt incredibly old when I said that. Has it really been eleven years? Eleven years since I was twelve? Damn, starting to feel old again. It's all down hill from here on out. Continuing with the subject let us travel back to 2002, the year of Trucker Hats, Shell Necklaces, The Anthrax Scare, Bandanas, and Crossroads.


Britney Spears herself set me up for disappointment throughout life, but it was Crossroads that really ruined it for me. When that movie came out I Looooved it! Still secretly do. I wanted to be talented like Lucy, have a boyfriend like Ben, and have the attitude of Mimi. Not to mention my dream car suddenly became a pale yellow '69 Buick Skylark. Oh come on, like you don't have a dream car. But like all things in life I had to eventually face reality as it came. But here today, I wanted to share some of the Reasons that Crossroads Ruined My Life...

*I assumed that as long as my friends and I buried a "wish box" that there was nothing that we couldn't accomplish. I mean it worked out for the girls didn't it? Guess what? We buried that box filled with our hopes and dreams and dug it up years later. We had forgotten what we had put in there, but when we dug it up and peered inside it wasn't near as fulfilling as we had hoped.

*I assumed that as long as you were childhood friends that you would stay tight forever. Wrong. Rachel and I were pretty much inseparable from childhood until we were fifteen, then we still kept in touch until I moved back. We spent an enormous amount of time together, and whenever we had another friend around it was usually Mo. We were close. However, one girl growing up and working a full time job, one having kids and going to jail, and one girl sleeping with her friends b/f and lying about her later we all went our separate ways.

*Rachel and I thought that it was perfectly acceptable to creepy stare at a guy that we thought was hot, as long as we hid behind a door when we did it. Yeah umm, that's referred to these days as Stalking, and it's definitely frowned upon. Learned that one the hard way.


*The "Pretty Popular Ones" are really loving and caring at heart? Wrong. They're actually just really Bitches. Sorry, but it's true.

{{Remember that I was twelve when this movie came out, and those are some pivotal years my friend. We're very impressionable and somewhat gullible at that time. Well, with that being said I would just like to go on the record by saying it sounded good in my head!}}

*I thought that it was mandatory that every guy looked like Ben, was romantic and automatically drove an awesome car, played the guitar/piano, and looked at you like you were the only girl on Earth. Wrong, Wrong, Wrong! My teenage self was very disappointed that this one wasn't true. Not to mention they don't sing Sheryl Crow with you.

*Karaoke. Not everyone is meant for it ok? Just trust me on this one, sometimes it's better just to have trust. Do as I say not as I do. Brit made it look so easy and sexy. Guess what? We're not all Britney Spears. We don't sound, look, nor dance like her. Just let it go. Even if we do too Love Rock -n- Roll.

*We don't all look fantastic after walking through the rain. We don't get consoled on the bathroom floor by the man of our dreams. Nope, we look like drowned rats and get bronchitis.


*The girls were very pretty in that movie, especially Brit, so what did I do? Well, chop my hair off and dye it blonde, buy some boys underwear, get a white fisherman hat and some hip hugger jeans, and started wearing sweatpants and peasant tops. Yeah, umm...I was a bit of a mess. More than a bit actually.

*It made scrunchy hair look amazing! Guess what? Scrunchy hair is dirty looking, hard, crunchy, and disgusting. Not to mention when you have naturally curly hair it doesn't scrunch. One side poofs while the other sticks to the side of your face.

*Guess what? There's not an over abundance of Men walking around looking like Anson Mount. Unfair, but true. Sorry.

*Boys aren't secretly ok with you and your girlfriends taking their cars whether asleep in back or not. They really don't like it. They also don't go stomping around and throwing stuff in the distance to calm down. They straight up look you in the face while they're yelling that you stole their car. So sensitive.

*I'm just gonna go ahead and be honest about the bedroom scene. Losing your Virginity, does NOT look like that!

*We can't all be Madonna's. Just because you bounce around your bedroom belting it out, and re-enacting your favorite Madg video doesn't mean that you are anywhere close to being that cool. It's a Material Girl world, and we're just living in it.

*Boys briefs are not more comfortable than panties. Not even when they're boy briefs panties. They squeeze and pinch. Not to mention they cause serious wedgies.

*Just because some dude comes up to you at a bar and gets all up on you doesn't mean that your knight in shining armor is going to come to your aid and defend your honor. Some guys are just tools, and you have to learn how to take care of yourself.

*Finally, Don't belt out boyband songs unless your around fellow boyband lovers, and not all accents are cute. Sometimes we just sound twangy, loud, and hicky. Yes, I said hicky. It's a word because I want it to be and it fits properly in that description.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

I said, "what the f*ck" so many times, that it lost all meaning.

Well, it's official. Last nights episode of SOA was called Aon Rud Persanta, and originally that confused me because I have not even the slightest clue what it means. I'm not confused anymore. I know what it means. It very literally means- Holy. Shit. Seriously. Ok, maybe not seriously, but with what went down on it last night, that's definitely what it should mean. I hollered- WTH at least fourteen times. It was like Jax and his- Jesus Christ! I'm a bit overly-dramatic when I watch Sons. For starters, I would just like to go on the record by saying that I called the fact that Galen was gonna bite the dust. Period. That's just all there is to it. The fact that his two lackeys bit it with him.... well.... collateral damage. Please, like they all didn't have it coming. Especially Galen, he did blow up the clubhouse thinking that everyone and their families were in it earlier this season! He had to go. The part that was incredibly shocking without actually being all that shocking was when it was revealed that the MC had voted that hit in and also what their other vote was. What was it you ask? Wait for it.... I wanna tell you.... honestly I do.... ok, enough with the suspense, they unanimously voted that Clay also had to be taken out. Now with that being said, I would just like to add that we all seen this coming. Clay has had a serious fall from grace. I mean, he killed Piney, he's pretty responsible for the death of Opie, he put a hit out on Tara that instead Jax saved her and got her hand crushed in the process ruining her career, he had Donna killed, he beat Gemma to a bloody pulp when she confronted him about Tara and Piney. Not to mention the numerous other things. The point is we all seen this coming. But just because we seen it coming doesn't mean that we expected it. Does that make sense? I figured out what was happening a little before Galen was shot, but by the time that it was time to "off" Clay, I was half expecting someone to show up and rescue him because, well, he's Clay. But no, no one came. Clay stood straight and looked Jax in the eye while Chibs handed him the gun, surrounded by Chibs, Tig, and Juice. He then looked out of the window at Gemma with tears in his eyes as Jax shot him. He went down with the first shot, it was in his throat, and then Jax emptied the rest of it in his chest. I'm assuming that was to make sure that the Devil didn't come back. Gemma was of course upset, Tara was relieved and honestly it seemed a little happy. Understandably so. Nero was just like- Wth? What have I got myself into? They saw what happened because they were in the airplane hanger when it went down.They were there because in the process of the MC taking down the armored truck to rescue Clay (ironically so they could kill him their selves),  Bobby was shot twice in the shoulder. It was a pretty gnarly wound.

It even had Chibs on edge. He managed to stop the bleeding for a bit, but he told Jax that it was out of his capabilities, and that they needed a real doctor. Insert Tara here. With everything that's happened lately between Jax, Tara, and Gemma, they're not all exactly on friendly terms. However, they all love Bobby and saving his life seemed a bit more important. Tara was at Gemma's, picking up the boys when Jax called and the two women and Nero headed out. After Jax killed Clay, Tara informed him that she had to go to the hospital to get some supplies and that they all had to go to the cabin to do the surgery on Bobby's shoulder. Jax opened her door for her, and as she climbed in she grabbed his hand and held it for just a second. The look those two exchanged.... well let's just say it was.... emotional. Did I mention that Juice ran over and killed a cop in the process of getting away? Well, he did and he seems to be slipping from reality a tad. Just saying. The DA was freaking out because she thought that Jax had betrayed her and went back on their deal. He didn't, he just went about it a tad bit different way. She, of course, called Tara and wanted to offer her a deal in exchange for the MC, and now Tara is debating whether or not to give Patterson the slug she pulled out of Bobby's shoulder and get out, or to stay semi-loyal/true to her husband. Since she does love him. If that's how you treat people you love, I'd hate to see what you do to enemies. Decisions, decisions for ole Tara. What to do? What to do?

Gemma and Tara also had a moment in the car on their way to the hospital, where Patterson and Eli secretly met Tara. Gemma was crying, and Tara explained to Nero what Clay really was and what he had done, and then Tara put a hand on Gemma's shoulder to comfort her, and Gemma held her hand. By the way, Wendy is still recovering at Gemma's house. Like anyone really cares, she's a whiny pain in the butt. You know it's true. While waiting for Tara, Gemma told Nero that Jax loved him and he joked saying- I'm too old to adopt. She replied- You could always marry me. Nero- No offense, Momma, but I've seen what happens to your husbands and it ain't pretty. Touche. Fair point always made by Nero. Unser also confessed his whole "being in love with Gemma" thing to her after trying to talk some forgiveness into her. Hello! Everyone knows that you're in love with her, we all established that season one, dude. Where you been? The episode ended with Jax telling Tara that he understood why she did what she did, and apologizing saying- I'm sorry that being with me made you go to that place. She closed the door behind him, pulled the bullet out of her pocket, and thought long and hard. Then poof, that was it.

What are The Kings gonna say about Galen/Clay? By the way, has anyone ever noticed that Timothy V. Murphy (Galen) always plays a ruthless badass? Will Tara, in fact, rat out the MC? And the most important one of all. Do the Chinese still have Happy and is he ok? There are only two episodes left for this season, but it's not on next week due to the Holidays. Or, so I'm assuming. But two weeks from now, it's gonna go down. Well, more so than it already had. You know what I mean. I like the title for the next (next to season finale) episode. Season06,Episode12- You are My Sunshine...

Monday, November 18, 2013

Ok, small problem.

So, I went back to the dermatologist this morning. All seems well enough, he refilled my prescriptions for the next three months and I don't have to return until February. I go back to my "Lady Doctor" on the third next month and we'll see what happens there. Who knows. Hopefully it's all good though. That's not what I wanted to talk about though. Well, it kinda is but also isn't. Does that even make sense? Oh well, just go with it please. Thank you.

On my way to work this morning after leaving the dermatologist Momma and I were talking about some random things. I made mention to her about my current eating habits. Now this is strange, but some of the things I used to love I can't hardly eat anymore. They literally make me gag. Seriously. I'm not sure if it's just my body and taste changing all by itself or if it has something to do with the kind of medicine that I'm taking. Who the heck knows. All I know is that some of the things that I used to eat and drink constantly, I can't even stomach to look at let alone eat. Things like: ranch dressing, bbq, alfredo sauce and meat.

Just to name a few. Not all kinds of meat, but most of it. I can still eat hotdogs if they're burnt, and I don't really mind chicken bites and stuff, but for the most part especially with red meat I can't do it. It makes me gag. The last two times Jim made steak for dinner I couldn't even look at it. It's so weird. I have always loved steak. Always. But now nope. Nada. Not happening. And I used to put ranch dressing on everything. Everything. Now I can eat it on occasion, but for the most part I have to eat a different kind of dressing. I don't understand. It could be my taste or the medicine. Who knows. All I know is my eating and drinking habits have changed considerably. I used to hate hot tea, now I love it. I don't know why I felt the need to share this, I guess it just struck me as weird after thinking about it this morning. My body is either trying to reject the healthy or make me overly healthy. I don't like it.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Saturday Letters.

Dear Weekend, Thank you for coming around as quickly as possible. I greatly appreciate it. Dear Momma, Thank you for all of the laughter that we share. We're definitely not right, but two peas in a pod. And that's saying something because I don't like peas. Dear Winter, Seriously? Can't you make up your mind by now? Stay, go, whatevs just make a decision! Dear Kurt Sutter, You are a sick, twisted psychopath that feeds on peoples emotions. And I love you for it. Dear Noodle, Thanks alot for leaving me hanging, I've managed to think up about five million things that involve our old friend in the past week. But it's all good because I still love you. Dear Dani, Thank you for the bit of hilarity that we always share on those long Fridays, so that they end quicker and can start our weekend off right. But just because it says Mario Lopez, doesn't mean that you can just assume they mean AC Slater. Who am I kidding? Yes, you can. Dear Vampire Diaries, You are highly addictive and I think that I may be a little bit in love with you. Or Ian Somerhalder. It's one or the other. Dear Amazon, Thank you for Delivering. Dear Tony (from down the street), Thank you for fixing the Wii Bar enough so that I can watch NetFlix. You're officially in the running with BatMan to be my Hero. Dear Uncle Kenny, You know I love you more than my luggage, but no I'm not watching anymore of those Christmas movies. Ok, maybe a couple more, but that's it. Dear Lindsey Lohan, Start taking better care of yourself girl, your breasts should not be that low at your age. Get it together. Dear Aunt Susi, Have fun at your gun class today, I know that you'll do great. And Uncle Roger...Good luck! Dear Charlie, Thanks for listening to me being melodramatic. Dear Kittens, You invade my space, my life, and my couch/bed, you eat my food, knock stuff off of my table, chew through cords, attack my feet, and jump on my face while I'm sleeping. You're lucky you're cute. Dear Greg, You're my brother and I love you. With that being said if you wake me up at three in the morning by banging on my window without a legitimate excuse, not being locked out from staying out all night, I'm going to be forced to treat you as an intruder and beat you with a ballbat. Dear Tayder, I still love you as much today as the day I adopted you. I just thought that you should know. Dear Dragonfly in Amber, As soon as you get delivered via Amazon, I'm going to be forced to start reading you! Dear Keflex, Oh thou art a heartless bitch! Dear Lady that hit my car yesterday morning, Don't worry. Accidents happen, you're not going to hurt my car by dinging it a little bit. Dear Uncle Jimmy, I will no longer eat a banana. There are spiders in there! Enough said. Hope everybody has a safe and happy rest of their weekend!!

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Let Me Tell You a Story

A story about two little girls. When I was still a little kid my family decided that it would be a good idea to move into the middle of nowhere...in the back hills and hollers of Tennessee. I mean we're seriously talking about living at the corner of BumF***ed and You Got a Perty Mouth. It was that country. I don't think the move phased me much at all. To me, it was an adventure. I had acres of land to run on, woods to play in, animals to tend to, and fresh air to cool me down on those hot summer days. Even though I have moved many times, and have no intention of moving back there, to me it will always be "home".

We moved at the beginning of Summer. Greg quickly made friends with the boy that lived down the road from us a ways (the boy that ya'll know today as Bubba John), and I either played with them or by myself. I was and still am a bit of a loner I guess you could say. After the Summer though it was time to go back to school. I had always liked school so that didn't bother me, it was the fact that I was starting a new school with no friends and not knowing anybody that bothered me. On my first day of school Momma walked me in, signed me up, and off to Mrs. Shelley's I went. So many memories come out of that room and that first year, but I don't have the time to talk about all of that. So I will stick with one memory. Which is my best friend growing up...Rachel.

Rachel, Mo and I. Freshman Year/Christmas- 2004. Clearly, you can tell which of us stayed a tomboy the longest. (Me and then Rachel, Mo got "fancy" before us).

Rachel and I met in third grade, my first day at school and were pretty much inseparable for years. Chris used to tell us we were the perfect friends, because we were each others exact opposites, but still so similar. I never used to get that, but I do now. She used to say it was because we complimented each other, her being blonde and me brunette. We used to laugh about that one. Even when I was fifteen and moved to Alabama and then Florida, her and I kept in touch through letters and phone calls. Mostly letters though, we're "old school".

Rachel and I met because there was a little boy in my class that shall remain nameless You know who you are! that made it a habit to constantly pull my pigtails. Everyday. His brother and cousins would laugh while he messed with me and I took it for a good while. I've never liked to fight unless I absolutely had too. But one day I got tired of it, and when he grabbed my pigtail I turned around in my desk, grabbed ahold of his ears and to the floor we went. He screamed and kicked and waved his arms around like a crazy fool. I just kept ahold of his ears twisting. His brother and two cousins tried to pull me off of him, but I ended up kicking one of them in the...well you know where, and the other in the knee. Rachel got out of her desk at this time, kicked the third boy, and then re-kicked the one that I got in the knee and helped me up.

Of course we all got sent to the Principal's office where the boys started singing like canaries, blaming me and Rachel for everything. Go figure. When it was our turn to tell the story, we looked at each other, smirked and looked back at the Principal. We refused to say anything, because we knew whoever talked first would automatically get the other in more trouble. So we stayed quiet.

One paddling, two hundred fifty "I will not fight with little boys, because I'm a lady" sentences, and a revenge water balloon fight later, we remained friends. Even to this day. I used to spend the night at Rachel's Momma's house every other weekend and we would have so much fun. We got into some scrapes, mostly because Rachel was a bit wild, but we always had each others backs. I would defend her regardless, and she would me too. We laughed, protected each other, cried, and grew up together. When I moved back after two and a half years, the first thing I did was go to school to enroll for the last half of my Senior year. Rachel heard me and came running down the hallway. She grabbed a hold of me, picked me up, and swung me around like I was an ole rag doll.

We went through alot together from Childhood to Divorce. Divorce to boys. Boys to drinking. Drinking to drugs. Drugs to jail. Jail to kids. Kids to starting over. We both didn't go through all of that separately, they just happen to be everything in the mixture between the two of us. We don't get to talk much anymore, ever since I moved up here, and Rachel has things going on. She had two little girls now and a slew of crazy ex-boyfriends to deal with. But whenever we see each other it's exactly the same as it used to be. I guess that's what happens when you come from a "Sandbox Friendship".

And of course in true Childhood Friendship Tradition, we have secrets and private jokes that will forever remain between us. "It's too late for all that", "We're gonna get you", Ramen Noodles and Captain Crunch, Rachel's 14th birthday party in the field across from Mattey's, when "Dean" pulled up in the truck with the other guys that night, "wrecking the van", and of course, "We were playing hide and go seek in the dark and she tripped over a BIG stump and fell on a BIG rock". I know it all sounds weird, but trust me she'd get it.     

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Tara ran Juice's bike over with her car.

What does Huang Wu mean? Anyone? Anyone? Yeah, I don't know either, but I'm going with it. Last night on SOA I have to say that I was a bit disappointed. Why? Because once again Wendy didn't damn die! Seriously? How do you screw up an OD on three separate occasions? She can't get anything right. I'm not saying that I want her dead, I'm just saying that if she's going to try it than maybe she should succeed within the first three tries. Just saying. Anyways.... Jax walked by the school and looked at all of the children that were outside, you can clearly tell that he was upset, and then he went into a Church and seen to young boys running around and playing and it reminded him of him and Opie when they were younger. Tara is on the downward spiral. It all started in the beginning of the episode when she psyched herself up because Thomas wasn't in his room, and she took off running to Abel's and there was Jax holding the baby. He wasn't going to take them, he was just looking at them. Get a grip lady!! He handed Thomas back to Tara and told her that they had to put some distance between them before somebody got hurt. He packed a bag and went to stay at Collette's. Juice volunteered to keep an eye on her to make sure that she didn't take off with the kids. She went to see Wendy, and Wendy tried to reason with her and told her- "Just tell Jax the truth, it's the right thing to do." Tara- "They already know the truth." Wendy- "Not your truth they don't." Tara- "It doesn't matter, you know why you wouldn't make a good mother? Because you're a coward ex-junkie." When Tara got back in her car she was having an even greater pissed off moment, put her car in reverse and ran Juice's bike over. He barely made it off in time.

She then went back to the house and got the gun out of the safe deposit box. Gemma showed up to get some of the boys stuff "just in case they needed to stay with Grandma for awhile." Tara told her that was never going to happen and that Gemma was just mad because she stole that plan right out of the Gemma Handbook. She went on to tell her that she had been her "ole lady coach" and "mentor" and that this was something that she would do. Gemma informed her that she would and has done some horrible things to protect her family, but lying about the death of a baby isn't one of them. She then told Tara that she had a choice. She could either leave and they could tell the boys that Mommy went away, or they could tell them that Mommy passed away. It was her choice, then Gemma left. Margaret told Tara that she couldn't take the chance with her life and that she was taking the vacation time that she had left and going to spend it in Sedona, since she was too scared to go home. Lowen also got scared off after being confronted by Jax last week. Tara confronted Juice at the hospital, where he was watching the boys. She demanded to know where Jax was and after a few choice words, he finally told her that he was at his business partner Collette's and gave her the address. Tara showed up at the house and walked in on Jax and Collette.... you know what they were doing. Tara pulled her off and threw her down on the floor and was punching her in the face. Jax pulled Tara off of her and she took off running. Tig had heard the commotion and came to investigate. He told Jax that he would straighten things up there, to go after Tara. Collette asked who that was, to which Tig replied- "the wife." Tig is hilarious! Did I mention that two of the four people in this situation were still naked up until this point? Well, they were. Jax ran out the door after her and met up with her outside of the house. She was holding the gun to her side and rambling on and on. She had officially lost it. She is One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest! She got in the car and took off. She went to see Patterson and wanted that deal. Patterson informed her that the deal was no longer available Tara not knowing that Jax has already made a deal that ensures her fines and community services but no jail time, but told Tara that if she was fearful for her and her sons lives that she could help her. Tara stared off into space and walked out of the office. Her final words to Patterson? "No you can't. No one can help me."

Jax was trying to get the set-up between Jimmy (Italians) and Galen on the ball. However, the Chinese showed up for the discussion and Galen opened fire, killing at least three. The Chinese chased the Sons down and told them that they wanted the gun business in Cali, not the Irish. The Sons agreed to let them in on the heist of Clay, knowing that they had the deal with Patterson to deliver Galen and the entire gun shipment. Some serious shit is going to go down! Clay had Gemma to come see him in jail. He told her that when he got out on the run that he wouldn't be able to file for divorce, so he signed everything over to her so that she wouldn't have any trouble. She thanked him, they had a heart felt moment they were married for a long time, you know and she left. Nero and Unser went to check on Wendy. Unser was being a tool, and Nero just told him how it was. It was great! When they got to the apartment they noticed smoke coming from inside. Nero kicked down the door and they discovered Wendy passed out on the floor and the drugs on her stove on fire. Gemma decided to take Wendy to her house, to help her get and stay clean and sober. The episode ended with Jax sitting on his and Tara's bed after putting the kids to bed, and looking at all of the pictures. Then he went out to the garage with the baby monitor and started working on JT's bike. Like I've said before, Charlie Hunnam is seriously pulling out the emotional acting chops this season. I mean, wow! This season is just truly showing how talented all of these actors are, and their range and depth as performers. Everything is so emotional whether it be anger, fear, grief, betrayal, love, just really about anything. Only a few more episodes left this season. Next week is when the "Clay Heist" is supposed to go down. I just don't think that everything is going to go as planned. Nothing ever seems to work out for the guys. Season06,Episode11- Aon Rud Persanta.

Monday, November 11, 2013

The Good, The Bad, and The Strange: Phone Call Edition

Today has been a day for random things to happen, especially in the telephone department. By the way I was thinking- What did people do before phones? Not landlines, I know about telegraph, carrier pigeons and Morse Code, I mean cell phones. I remember we didn't have them growing up, and even when I became a teenager my friends and I didn't have them, because we didn't want them. But some people seem like they couldn't survive without this little piece of technology. Personally, I prefer letters. Although in case of emergency phones are preferable. In any case I got three phone calls today, well actually Kenny got the last one, and it got me thinking. {{On a completely unrelated topic I would just like to say that there are three songs that I just can't seem to get out of my head today. Make You Feel My Love- Adele, thanks to the Amos Lee station on Pandora, Hallelujah- Nicole Nelson, thanks once again to Pandora, and Eternal Flame- Candice Accola, thanks to The Vampire Diaries. Girls got a pretty voice on her, that's probably one of my favorite parts of the show so far. By the way, I'm still really loving TVD. Just saying. I watched three more episodes of it tonight. Still on Season 2.}}

The Strange: After Greg woke me up at three something this morning, he knocked on the window and woke me up I had no clue it was him so what did I do? Go outside in the cold weather wearing shorts with a club ready to hit somebody with it. That's what. Now that I think about it, I really should have woke somebody else up or something, but I'm a bit stubborn. My bad. Anyways, after making it back down the stairs and falling back out my phone rang just a little past seven. I say phone call, even though it was a text message. Just go with it people, please? It was John. You know John, the friend of ours that I consider to be my brother as well. He might as well be. Well, it was him. It took me a minute to get my eyes to focus and realize what was going on, and finally when I became at least partially coherent I answered his message. He was on his way home from work after an eighteen hour shift and needed help to stay awake so he wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel. I know what you're thinking- "Katie, texting and driving while sleepy is even more dangerous!" Calm down, he's got that thing on his phone that you talk into it and it types what you say for you and reads what others text back aloud. I don't know what it's called. Anyways, being the loving person that I am I stayed awake to talk to him until he got home. By that time he was ready for bed and I was wide awake. Those boys are lucky that I love them.

The Good: Since Shylyn had one of her little friends over today so they could apparently make YouTube videos that you can watch here or here...Don't ask...I decided that I would give them their privacy and stay upstairs all day. I did a few chores and then read Outlander. By the way ya'll...I finished it...All 800 and some odd pages of it...Go me!! At around two o'clock my phone rang call this time and it was Noodle! I haven't got to talk to her in about a month or so, because we both been so busy. But today she called and we talked to each other for along time. You know, just catching up. She was telling me about her book that is going to start being sold in stores...yay! and all about how her second one is coming along. She managed to erase and re-write the first eight chapters of it this morning. She manages to do that alot. We've always been a bit alike in that way. We talked about the family. She asked about Momma and I told her all about her and everyone else, and then I asked her about her family which is beyond psychotic, but I did finally realize that Chad and Suzzanne are married with a baby...only took me a year to figure that one out...thanks Noodle. We talked about work, and of course we smack talked about all of the people that we either went to school with, road our bus, or that we used to hang out with. Nothing mean, just reminiscing. Amazingly enough, I was right about most of them. I told you she was crazy and conniving Noodle! You know who I'm talking about. When Noodle and I talk or get together there is usually alot of random dancing, singing, and inappropriate jokes being made. Just saying. We started talking about an old mutual friend of ours, that we had no clue was a mutual friend for a real long time because he's the one thing that we did hide from each other...No, not like that get your minds out of the gutter, and we laughed alot. We always do. Anyways, I haven't seen him since I was seventeen and haven't talked to him since I was eighteen or nineteen. I kind of disappeared, then he did, and next thing you know we lost touch. Noodle and I have talked about this alot, because she had no clue where he was either. Well, as we were getting off of the phone I said- "Talk to you later Sweetie, Love you". To which she replied- "By the way Katie, I'll tell you where Ben is the next time we talk, I found him, Love you too!" And then she hung up leaving me with a million questions. Thanks Noodle, way to leave a girl hanging! It's all good though, I still love ya.

The Bad: This evening Kenny got a phone call from Aunt Mary telling all of us that my cousin had been found in her bed, she had passed away. I'm not particularly close to Tonya, but I hate to hear that she passed away. To say it was a shock for almost everyone is a bit of an understatement. I can't say that I'm really all that shocked. I'm not saying anything bad, honest, I just think that I've seen so many people pass away, taken care of them, loved them, grieved for them, that sometimes I just take it a different kind of way. I don't really know how to explain it, but I kind of know what I mean in my head. I guess what I'm trying to say is, these kinds of things make me sad, but not necessarily shock me. Not saying that it can't shock me, because Lord knows that it can, but not all of the time. It's strange, and like I said I don't know how to explain it. Just thought that I would share. Goodnight y'all.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Lunch With The Ladies

I just thought that I would mention that I went to lunch with Aunt Susi and Danielle this past Wednesday. Basically because I Love the picture that Aunt Susi took of me and Dani. We went to our "go to" place...Panera Bread. It was sooo good! Thank you Aunt Susi!! Every now and then we get to sneak away on our lunch break and go together. I got my usual- Tomato&Mozzarella Panini, and they had soup. It was probably one thousand times better due to the fact that we were beyond hungry!!


Can you tell we were hungry? It's true, our stomachs had been growling all day!! Jalapeno Cheetos just wasn't doing it that day. No Siri! Uncle Roger and Chris had meetings all afternoon, so we snuck out together. It was beyond worth it! I think I may be a bit in love with this particular Panini. Just saying. Now since I took the time to do this little post, if ya'll will please excuse me, I have to get back to reading my book! I'm on a role! :)

Friday, November 8, 2013

I said that I would.

I made a small list of things the other day that talked about things that I Will Do Someday. Well, number seven on that list was to read the entire Outlander Series. I have been trying to read that series for probably a little over six years now. I have them all and finished the first book when I was seventeen. I decided to start reading them when my English Honors Teacher Mrs. Lynch at the time had suggested them to me. {{On a Side Note, I really liked her. She was an amazing teacher, and taught me alot. Not just about Literature either, but about life. To her I say- Thank you.}} I don't really know why I have never finished the rest of them, but now that I think about it I really want to. I have enjoyed everything that I've read so far, so now I want to know the rest of the story. Last night, I decided that it was time. Time to put down everything else that I have been reading and watching lately I have a giant list of novels that I'm convinced need my attention and give Outlander another go. The only way I'll know if I like them is if I read them. Right? So that's what I did. I decided to go ahead and start from the first book again, and then move through it. You know to remind myself of what was going on. I'm glad I made that decision, because I had forgotten alot of crucial parts. It's as good as I remember it, all 800 and some odd pages of tiny print of it. I'm enjoying it so far, like I knew I would. If ya'll need me- I'll be in 1743 Scotland, Sassenach!!

Thursday, November 7, 2013

I Take Back What I Said

{{Before I even start I would just like to say- Yes Aunt Susi, I changed the name of my blog again. I'm sorry, I can't help myself. At least I don't change the blog address though! I'm a very indecisive girl. I like the name for a minute, then an idea pops into my head and I am forced to change it. It's a family curse really. All this OCD, CDO in your case, going around, mine just happens to be about random/strange things. My bad. I still love you though :) Thank you for dealing with me.}}
 
Back on topic...I once said that one of the ten things that I would tell my 16 year old self, would be that your body will go through alot of extreme changes, but not to worry because you would get it all figured out. I take it back. The part about the acne at least. It sucks, and I'm pretty sure that my skin will never be normal again! I take the medicine twice a day, wash my face twice a day, use those pads thingy's twice a day, basically spend a good amount of time dealing with it. And you know what? Just when I think that it's getting a little better, it flares up again. It's so annoying and inconvenient!! I should've had this problem at 15, not 23. I'm grown mostly this is craziness! Go ahead 16 year old self, peel your face off! Why? Because by the time you're 23 you'll be ready to sell your little cousin for some kind of treatment that peels off your skin and replaces it with someone else's good skin. You'll be sitting there one day and randomly the thought of Leatherface had it right will pop into your mind. Maybe he wasn't a killer, maybe he just tried to take excellent care of his skin and it still did him no good. Just saying. And yes, that is as gross as it sounds.

I know that when I was discussing some of the Contenders that were in the works to replace Charlie Hunnam in that FSOG movie I was kind of what's the word? Judgmental? Hasty? Feisty? Oh yeah, that's right...I was kind of a for lack of a better word, Bitch. I really was and I'm sorry for it. I take it back. Let me rephrase that, I take back everything that I said about Ian Somerhalder. The rest I totally stand by. I was Completely Wrong, and now I would just like to say...Ladies, I Totally get it. My bad. I started watching The Vampire Diaries on NetFlix, thanks to my brother. You were right, and I should have never doubted you on this one. This guy is hilarious! That's why he's so attractive, it's because he's sooo funny!! Well, that and that eye thing that he does. I'm not really sure what to call it. It's kind of like a smolder, smirk, eye widening, staring, thing. Like I said I don't know what to call it, but it's hot. Sorry Mom, I changed my mind on this one. Granted, I still think that he looks like a Python/ Psychopathic Serial Killer, but I'm officially attracted to him. Watch the show and ya'll will understand. And I know you're sitting there saying- "No, no, no", shaking your head, but trust me on this one. I don't admit that I'm wrong very often.

I tell people alot that I'm a very strange woman, because I hate wearing shoes. For the most part this is still true, but I have found the exception to this. What is it? The exception is my black combat boot that snap. Why? Because they are sooo comfortable! I may be a little bit in love with an inanimate object at this point. Sorry, but I'm not sorry. We're in love. Expect wedding invitations soon. Yes, that's how much I love these boots. I'm actually discussing my metaphorical wedding to them. You may think that this is a little strange, and normally I would agree, but in this case I have to go with- Shush! I bought them a size bigger than what I actually wear, that way I can wear my fuzzy socks with them, I can wiggle my toes in them, and when my feet randomly swell for no apparent reason whatsoever they have room to expand in there. Don't ask me why my feet swell for no apparent reason, because I don't have even the slightest clue. I'm assuming that it has something to do with the fact that being a woman is highly over-rated. Seriously it is. I was just telling Doug this morning on my way into work that being a woman is over-rated and when he asked why, I told him because it takes alot of effort to look this mediocre. You laugh and play, but it's the truth and you know it. We can't all be Jennifer Aniston's and Sandra Bullock's you know. Although, if they had a magical machine to do that, I would hop in and order a Emma Stone or Dominique McElligott. Just saying.

I don't take things back very often, unless there is a really good reason. The things that I am definitely sticking to though are- I still wish they would quit pumpkin flavoring everything! Seriously, it's getting ridiculous out there. Pumpkin this, Pumpkin that. Just stop. One of my all time favorite movies is still Cold Mountain. It'll be it's 10 year anniversary this Christmas. Man, I'm getting old! Eventually, this tattoo on my foot will be redone. Too what, I don't know but something unique. I'm still convinced that SOA is the best show ever and that Kurt Sutter is a...Genius! I still insist on talking in movie quotes even is people have no clue what is going on. Robin Thicke singing Blurred Lines still makes me extremely happy, especially when Jimmy Fallon is involved. And finally...I don't care what any of ya'll say. I still love Tom Cruise!! You say crazy, I say...ok maybe crazy, but still love him!!

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

I "nose" the truth! And yes, I know that's a dumb pun.

Ok, I would just like to start by saying that Kurt Sutter is a genius, a psychopath, has a warped sense of humor, I'm pretty sure that he may be a sociopath, and frankly I kinda wish that he was my dad. The only reason that I don't wish that he was my dad 100% is because I find him reasonably attractive, and that would just be weird. Just when I think that he can't get anymore brilliant, he pulls something out of his hat and surprises me. Although, I'm pretty descent at calling certain things that are going to happen I called Opie, most of the time he always gets me. With that being said, here's what went down last night on SOA.... last nights episode of SOA was called John 8:32. From the book of John: "Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free." Boy, they were not kidding when they named that one after it was written. Things came out, old and new. The only other name that would have been acceptable to call it would have been Revelations and Damn!!

For starters Jax finally called Tara out on all of her "distance" bull. Look, I know that I'm supposed to be all- "Tara just doing the right things no matter the consequences to get her boys out and protect her family. Gemma would do the exact same thing, and there was no other way. Jax has done her bad, she's lost everything because of the club." Blah, Blah, Blah. But let's face it, I'm not. I'm not saying that I'm #TeamGemma, but I'm not #TeamTara either. The whole situation was just beyond screwed up and I know that she was putting this plan together in a desperate/short amount of time, but I mean.... come on. Then not only betray Jax beyond contempt, but also frame his mother to drive them apart, use the leverage of their son against someone so unstable Wendy, bring in a woman that could lose everything including her license and job Margaret, use the love he has for the boys to con Unser into helping, play the martyr to the clubs lawyer Lowen so she will help turn everything against Jax/ Gemma/ the club, and further more, bold-faced lying on Nero. That does it right there! How you gonna lie on Nero? He's all the time helping and doing what he can for everybody. Seriously!? And you know what now that I think about it, I'm just gonna go ahead and say it. I know she's crazy and has done and still does some horrible things, but I'm sooo #TeamGemma.

We finally got to see the Homeless Woman for the first time this season, although it was towards the end. Got to meet her daughter though and man was she a real little peach. Just full of sunshine and joy. First, she was sitting on a brick wall across from the ice cream shop/new clubhouse when Jax pulled up. She just sat there as he walked in. He noticed her, but didn't bother her. As Jax and Unser were talking in the shop, the rest of the guys were upstairs, she started beating up Tig's bike with a giant red pipe wrench and when  Jax went to go outside and ask her what she was doing she threw the pipe wrench through the plate glass window and took off running. He followed her and when he caught up to her she started screaming, "Help! Rape! Somebody help me!" Everyone knew that she was acting crazy, but Jax let her go and stood there confused as she ran away. When they got back to the shop, they talked about who the girl was and her father/mother. Come to find out that the girls mother had passed away not long after she was born, due to a car pile-up caused my the truck that had jack-knifed and killed John (Jax's dad). Jax went to see her dad and he explained to him that she had some issues, and had her whole life, that her mother did too, and said they lost their house this week and that they would pay for the damages. Jax told him no not to worry about it and that he was sorry. He also seen a picture of the girls mother and said that she looked familiar. Why? Because it was the Homeless Woman all cleaned up in her wedding photo twenty years prior! I was sitting on my couch screaming at the tv- "Jax! Don't be a dunce, you can figure this one out dude!" Jax talks to Oswald about helping the two keep their house (the father works for Oswald), and he agrees to help them. At the end the girl comes to the shop to find Jax and apologize. They talk a little and she cries, while he sits there to comfort her.

Oh, and before I forget since it was Tig's bike he said- "Why my bike? Why? Do all teenage girls just hate me?" They all said, "Yes." And he just nodded and was all, "Yeah, I get that." It was hilarious! Poor Tig.

Back in prison things were being set into motion with Clay and the IRA. Clay had to attend church services and make a scene that would require them to send him to the psych ward for evaluation so that he could use the paid off doctor's phone to call Galen and the other Kings. Well, that sounded easy enough, right? A little something that would ensure that you needed a psych eval. Just do something to cause a bit of a scene and act crazy or suicidal. Nope. He took it to a whole new level. He stood up in the middle of the sermon, and started preaching about his savior: "P#$@*". Then when they tried to restrain him and take him down, he straight up bit one of the guards nose off! Like clean off! Just bit it off! I was like, "Wth?!" Then he was screaming- "I Nose The Truth!!" Get it? Nose it. Sorry, but I thought that was kinda funny. Needless to say he got his psych eval and got to make his secret phone call. However, the Doctor also let two guards in after his phone call one of them being dude with no nose to take out some aggression. Hey, dude is corrupt. What did you expect?

Barosky severed ties with the club because of the DA bringing down all of the heat on them, so that means that the club's legitimate porn business is going bye bye.... for now, at least. That madam lady ain't fooling anybody, she just wants to stay in business with the Sons so that she can have the possibility of getting into Jax's pants again. Not saying that I blame her, because honestly.... you go, girl! But seriously, we all know that's why you're doing it so just fess up. After Barosky left, Jax informed the guys that they needed to get everybody together in "the chapel" aka "the table" because they needed to take a vote. What was the vote you ask. Well, it showed them all voting "yay" but doesn't say why until Jax goes to see the DA Patterson. That's when the vote comes out. He starts telling Patterson about how John wanted a legitimate club and how he died before that happened. She tells him to get to the point and he explains, the club had agreed to give Patterson Galen O'Shea and the other "Kings", plus a full shipment of guns for all of the charges past and present involving guns against the club be dropped. Patterson asks him what he wants selfishly and he tells her that he wants her to review Tara's case again, that it was Toric connecting the dots that weren't there, that she had no clue what Otto was going to do to that nurse, that she was innocent and that Patterson knew that as much as he did. She agreed to review it and then asked, "So everyone in the MC gets out scot-free without so much as a slap on the wrist?" He replied, "Lady, you can slap my wrists until they're bloody for all I care. I just want my club and family taken care of. I'm the Outlaw scumbag and you're the pillar of Justice, and neither one of us likes seeing ourselves in the mirror. I'm giving you a deal high above your pay grade. Let's not get too lost in righteousness." She agrees, they make the deal, and Jax leaves her office.

Gemma told Nero all about what Tara had done and he tried to talk to Jax about it. Jax didn't want to talk about any of it and told Nero to stay out of it. So what did Nero do? Go and see Tara at the hospital, of course. He tried to talk some sense into her and reason with her very nicely by the way but she was having none of it, and told him that Gemma killed John and that if he was smart he would get out while he was still alive. Tara then called Jax and lied to him saying that Nero had called her a manipulative, lying bitch. Nero replied, "Well, if she said that I said any of that than I guess that she is." This did not settle with Jax well. He swung on Nero and they fought. Gemma showed up and told Happy and Quinn that they had to stop them before they killed each other. Happy agrees because they all still love Gemma and they break the two up. Nero then starts telling Jax about what Gemma has done for him, his family, and the club and she tried to stop him. He said, "No Momma! He needs to know!" He then told Jax all about everything that happened with the guards when she went in for a visit for Jax. Jax tries to apologize, but Gemma tells him to forget it, it's done. While they're on the subject of sharing secrets Gemma tells Jax that Tara had been lying, that she faked the entire pregnancy and miscarriage to set Gemma up a theory she had confirmed earlier because she had tricked Margaret at the hospital and that she was divorcing Jax and taking his boys away. She told him, "Son, I get that you don't believe me, but it's the truth and if your wife won't tell you the truth, then you need to find someone who will." Nero asks Gemma later about what Tara had said about John, asking if she killed him, and Gemma tells him all about the man John was, and what they had went through. She then says, "I didn't kill John. But I knew that he had to go, and I didn't hide my opinion from the man I had fallen in love with. I gave Clay my blessing to end John. I've never told anyone that, not even my son." With that she leaves and goes home, leaving Nero in shock contemplating everything.

Jax enlisted Unser's help into getting Lowen to TM in Unser's trailer so they could talk. Unser leaves her on the couch and shuts the door, and Jax comes walking out of the bathroom with a gun. She gets up to run, but Jax tells her to sit down. This conversation was sooo emotional! He tells her, "I have some questions and you're going to give me the answers." Jax: "Is Tara divorcing me?" (And when she doesn't answer quickly enough he slams his hand down on the table scaring her and making her cry) she replies: "Yes." Jax: "Is she trying to get full custody of my boys?" Lowen: "Yes." Jax: "Was the whole pregnancy and miscarriage a lie?" Lowen: "Yes.... I believe so." Jax: "Why?" Lowen: "So Gemma couldn't contest custody." She then begs Jax not to hurt/kill her and he tells her to get out. When she doesn't make a move he kicks the door open almost off of the hinges and screams at her, "I said get the f*ck out!" She gets up, unsteady, and gets in her car and leaves. As soon as she pulls out of TM she calls Tara and tells her that Jax knows everything. Unser reminds Jax that he promised that no one would get hurt and Jax replies: "Yeah.... no one gets hurt" and walks away. The episode ends with it going back and forth between Jax and the Homeless Woman's daughter, Gemma and Nero, and Tara rocking Thomas in the rocking chair in his room, singing him a lullaby, while a loaded gun rests on her lap. I know this is off the subject, but Maggie Siff really does have a pretty voice. Charlie Hunnam really pulled out all of the stops on this one. He proved just how much of an amazing actor that he is. He really showed his range of emotions and was just.... well.... amazing. Next week is sure to be as emotional and nail-biting worthy as last nights. Season06, Episode10- Huang Wu.