sick and wet. and sick of being wet.

I’ve been under the weather since Wednesday evening. I left work early on Thursday and pretty much slept through Friday. Felt great on Saturday, so naturally, I over did it by working outside then going to a holiday soiree…which means I barely got out of bed yesterday. It was totally worth it, btw…

Now, part of that was sheer laziness. It was a gloomy, cold, rainy day. Okay, all of it was laziness. Fine. You caught me.

Today it’s still gloomy and rainy…I’m sure that the clouds are trying to RAIN ALL THE RAINS because the forecast in the immediate future is wet, wet, and wet.

Fine. It’s wet. I get it. So I went from wearing these boots on Saturday night:

To these boots today. Hmmm. Can you wear fishnets with duck boots?

nothing much and a flamingo

I really don’t have anything substantial to discuss today. Not that I ever do, but sometimes I like to kid myself. (okay, all the time I kid myself. Shut up. It’s my blog. If I want to be in denial, it’s allowed.)

I’m having lunch with my bestie from high school today. SUSHI! I’m very excited about this. So excited that I even put on make-up today.

I’m also wearing underwear. <–You’re welcome.

Maybe today will be a wine lunch…I’m off the rest of the afternoon…may as well make the most of it. (as if being off work really matters…Oh wait, sure it does…it’s the difference between 1 glass and 1 bottle…I mean, nothing.)

OH and check out the newest OMG I WILL DIE IF I DON’T HAVE THIS SOON item. My friend TTB sent it to me last night. Look out, Target. I’ll be there later to collect my awesome.

a TWI-Hardly confession

Ok. It’s not a Dirty Little Secret, but it’s a confession. And some of you might not like it…but I’m going to risk it all and confess anyway.

I do NOT understand the obsession with Twilight and I really don’t understand Twi-Hards. I just don’t. I find the entire series reeee-donk-ulous, mainly because it romanticizes a dude who stalks a girl and then calls it ETERNAL FOREVER LURVE and then when that girl decides she wants to be a vampire so they can spend ETERNAL FOREVER together, he takes her choice away from her because of HOW IT WILL EFFECT HIM. Until, of course, she almost dies having his baby, then of course, she can become a vampire because that way he has “saved” her. Dudes. I just don’t get the appeal.

I find Bella to be wimpy, weak, and a waste of air. She makes “emo” look like a Unicorn farting a rainbow of skittles, sunshine and butterflies.

The first time I read the book, I got the appeal of Edward. Until I started to think about the message the story was sending… Girls need to be saved by a big strong man. Girls can’t make their own decisions about when to eat, drink or sleep (or even walk with their own feet. Seriously. Bella was carried everywhere!)  And my favorite: Girls find it very romantic to be secretly watched from the woods and even from their own bedroom. In my world, that’s considered cray-cray and is grounds for a giant restraining order. Or a dirt nap. Because damn, please don’t sneak into my room and watch me sleep and tell me it’s because you love me…

So there. That’s my confession. If you want to read some hysterically funny breakdowns of all the books and the latest movie, here are some links for ya… Seriously, worth the read…for a number of reasons, and not just the “sparkly peen.”

Secrets of Sparkle

More Twilight

Return of the Sparkle

Final Chapter in the Sparkle

and at Hey Don’t Judge Me we have a movie recap for Breaking Dawn pt 1

Here’s the thing, it’s okay if you disagree…I know I’m in the giant minority here. But damn, y’all. Stalking and controlling ain’t right.

From the book Twilight and Philosophy pg 178 (chapter by Rebecca Housel)

The newspaper headline screams: “Eighteen-Year-Old Slain by Husband after Giving Birth.” (eh. Okay, actually 18 year old turned into a vampire is more accurate.)As you continue reading, you learn that the young woman was brainwashed by a strange blood-drinking cult who call themselves a “family,” though none of the members were actually related. The young woman’s husband was much older than she and had a history of violence. In fact, you learn that her husband used to stalk her prior to her marriage, watching her secretly from the woods near her home and climbing into an unsecured window at night to watch her sleep without her knowledge. Once the young woman, then seventeen, was initiated into a relationship with the man and his “family,” she was encouraged to marry right after her high school graduation. (THIS is the crux of the entire series and what concerns me the most as a parent and a reader. Also, vampires shouldn’t sparkle.)The young woman reportedly had bruises all over her body after returning from her honeymoon, where she also reportedly became pregnant. Her husband was not happy about the pregnancy and wanted her to have an abortion. She refused, eventually leading to him ripping the child from her womb, then, draining her of her blood until she finally stopped breathing. Sounds torturous and sick, doesn’t it? But in fact, this is the basis of a tween-teen literary phenomenon called the Twilight saga…

Now, this is a VERY literal interpretation of what happens, and let’s face it, saying he killed her is kind of a stretch, however, the underlying facts remain the same. He controlled and emotionally abused Bella, he stalked her and married her right out of high school and his “family” encouraged this, then once she became pregnant, his family hid her from her family. Is that what we want for our kids? Ugh. No thanks.

Sorry. Not feeling so funny today. I’m just kinda over Twilight and I’m tired of being quiet about it…

break over.

Trinity likes wearing my Sock Monkey hat. As she should. So Thanksgiving was nice. The food was yummy and the drama was minimal. (IT IS A MIRACLE!) Check it out. I had some Thanksgiving Hammock Time…

Not pictured: Red Wine.

I didn’t have the boys this Turkey Day, so at their request on Wednesday night, we had breakfast for dinner as our Thanksgiving celebration. It was very tasty, if I do say so myself.

Friday, El Jefe and I headed to Birdrunner’s house to watch the game. I’m sorry our hogs lost, but the fact that the only two teams that beat them were both #1 at the time, makes me quite proud to be a Razorback.

Saturday it RAINED ALL THE RAIN. And I stayed inside and did ALL THE ORGANIZING EVER. And laundry.El Jefe and I also embarked on a Dollhouse marathon…I had only seen 3 of the episodes when it originally aired. OMG that show is amazing.

Sunday, El Jefe and I continued the Dollhouse marathon instead of the other stuffs we had planned to do. We seriously didn’t move from the big couch (aka the bed) and we watched all of season 2 until it was over.

And then we had ALL THE SADS because that show was amazing. Why do all the good shows get cancelled?

Hope your Thanksgiving weekend was lovely.

I AM NOT MELFA STEWART

We celebrated El Jefe’s birthday in style in a house with a tower on a lake.

Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hair!

We did. It was fun. Though it’s really not easy scaling a tower with just a rope of hair, FYI.

So for his bday, everyone got a beautifully, well-made, high-dollar T-shirt:

Okay, so maybe we lost a few EEEEE’s along the way…whatever. Jeff’s shirt actually says I AM EL JEFE which would have been fabulous in the group picture if, you know, all the letters had stayed on. Whatever. Melfa Stewart I am not. AND ALSO, IT’S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS, SO THERE.

His cake was a work of art:

Obviously, I didn’t make it as all the letters are still in tact.

And we had the youngest partier with us, Ralphasaurus, who had a rough night Friday night, but found his groove Saturday, only to pass out too early for the group picture. Yes, he got a shirt too:

It was a great reunion with old friends meeting new, and I hope the first of many good times ahead.

for El Jefe

I totally wanted to celebrate El Jefevember, but since he doesn’t like to make a fuss, I settled for celebrating The Week of El Jefe. Dinner tonight…and a weekend full of friends and fun. If we’re lucky, it’s gonna be messy.

blog title? yeah, not today.

Holy crap, it was a busy weekend. Rader played in the Gold Division of the President’s Cup this weekend, and his team (The Deathcats) won the tournament! This means we are eligible to head to Greensboro, NC in June to represent Arkansas in the Regional tourney. How awesome is that? The last game was quite tough, as we had a very strict ref. He didn’t take no BS from anyone. So a player got ejected (well, he did throw a punch), Fishdog got ejected for yelling (after several warnings), a couple of parents got lectured and warned and a few more players were also sternly warned. And the game looked more like a rugby match than soccer. Lots of hitting, tripping, cursing, a few punches thrown (not even kidding) and mouthing off by parents and players alike. Fun times.<–NOT

Congrats Deathcats! Y’all played hard and you deserve the medal! For some action shots of Rader in the goal, go here.

It ended up being a beautiful fall weekend. My favorite kind of weather. Warm and windy with leaves raining down everywhere. Ruby, Clementine and I walked by the pond yesterday afternoon and I took some pretty cool pics.

And since Bobcat Greyskull isn’t allowed outside yet, I took one of him, being all cool and stuff:

My claws. Let me show you them.

I hope y’all had a great weekend. I did..but I’m glad it’s over…

weekend stuffs

Ugh. So Rader’s last soccer tournament for the season is this weekend. Naturally he has a game that starts at 8:30 AFREAKINGM. Seriously? I mean, c’mon guys… somebody really hates me.

But I’ll survive. Somehow. (caffeine and sweatshirts)

There will be some more yard stuff to be done this weekend, because next weekend we will be at the tower house on the lake having a great time with good friends.

Last night was the first really cold night, and I woke this morning sandwiched between a vice grip of animals. Trin and Ruby were pressed against my legs and Bobcat Greyskull was purring on my shoulder. I couldn’t move…mainly because I didn’t want to. But then my arm started to fall asleep and I had to interrupt their peaceful slumber. Not really. I moved, they didn’t.

Have a great weekend y’all.

I was trying to be pissy, but now I can’t be. Thanks, Tony Harrington.

I woke up this morning full of hate and discontent. Seriously. Like, my sparkle was actually a flamethrower of bitterness and anger.


So naturally, I posted on FB that I would not be shining today. At all.

And then that damn Tony Harrington had to go and ruin my bad mood by being all sweet. You see, he’s a fellow writer here in Little Rock and he did an interview (which you should go read) and he said the nicest thing ever about me and now I can’t really be pissy anymore.

“I live in Little Rock, Arkansas. I moved here from Baltimore, MD and I thought I could kiss the writing scene goodbye. But I am lucky to have found that there is a thriving art scene in the city and beyond. I have met and become friends with some wonderful writers and journalists within the city. Melissa Francis who writes the awesome YA books “Bite Me” and “Love Sucks” is a beautiful human being who is witty, charming, 100% awesome.”

Fine. I’ll be in a good mood now, but I’m not gonna like it. Thanks, Tony. You’re swell. Like really, really swell.