I have come to the conclusion

That I simply do NOT get Great Britain’s politics. Yes, I know there is a Queen and she’s pretty much a goodwill ambassador and a well paid one at that and she’s got the most adorable great-grandbabies and yes there is a Parliament with 2 Houses that are somewhat similar to our set up and I get they are way further left than I can ever be comfortable with (I’m being nice here!) and their right wing is way further right than I am comfortable with, I mean there is no happy medium here, but I do NOT get 96.6459678% of what Richard is going on about. I will say I’m very happy he’s no longer deleting tweets with that mad-happy deleting finger of his.

So no, I don’t understand Britain’s politics just like I don’t understand why Lord Thunderbutt insists on following me into the bathroom every time I go and demands to discuss the world’s problems.

Of course, to him ALL of the world’s problems consists of why his food dish is not where he can get to it, 24/7.

My son told me ‘no’ today. I’m sure when Suitor finds out, he will high-five him.

I asked for a coke. He told me no. It also might have something to do with the fact that my ankles today are the size of my calves and my feet are a spectacular shade of blue. So I’m all propped up in my comfy chair with a pillow on the ottoman, with my laptop. That would be THIS comfy chair.

The cats are watching me. It’s unnerving.

We have HORRID rains coming in, like now. We had them yesterday and what’s coming in now is worse. We were going to go to the grocery – well, Spawn was going to the grocery, but I made him come back when I saw the radar map. The lovely little park above us is having their July 4th celebration and fireworks tomorrow and I hoped to take my famous Sweet Korean shortribs, corn, baked beans and macaroni salad for picnicing. Won’t happen now so I guess we’ll hit KFC for a small bucket on the way.

IF it doesn’t rain. Again.

Finally, the muse began to talk to me last night. I wrote 5000 words in the span of a few hours. When I finish this, I’ll head back to it. I REALLY would like to get this little ficlet done by the weekend. Dwalin goes on a walkabout, dragging Tauriel behind him. Yeah, you know that’s a happening trip!

And when I finish it, I can go back to Gary. And William Edward. William is chomping at the bit. He wants to see a Despenser swing.

So this brings us to this month’s Zee Reads. I had a rather diverse list this month. Yeppers.

 

While this isn’t written on the scale of Crispin Guest, it’s still quite good. A very interesting look into pre-Christian Wales. I LIKE Gwen! She’s a trooper and quite feisty. Gareth better take good care of her! There are more of these. Yippee.

Yes, the upper comment is correct. Gory. This is horror, bloody gory horror at its…. well… Okay, think zombie Bad Templars – I mean this group were Satan worshippers, that kind of Bad Templars – vampires, an old French castle where the zombie bad Templars and Vampires rise from the dead and American Tourists are on the menu!

Yeah. ’nuff said.

Novella. Meaning blissfully short, thank you Jesus because I didn’t get far in. I only ‘read’ it so I could comment at Amazon that if the summary was any indication, the thing needed an editor badly. It does. Poorly written, the author doesn’t know the difference between bare and bear, the female lead is a whining, self-centered, woe-is-me female who thinks it’s all about her. The whole premise is unbelievable. And the writing is pretty bad as well.

At least it was free.

coughs

More Sophie Oak/Lexi Blake. Don’t get me wrong, her men are hot, her women are not weak or wilting and she has a tightly woven plot. If I were younger and could keep up with 2 men, oh yeah, I’d be moving there, but I’m not and I can’t. So I just dream of a Gary and Harry sandwich. Or a Gary and Guy sandwich…

I need a sandwich. Do we have any peanut butter???

Another book I didn’t finish. And I actually PAID for this one, which upsets me more. After the apocalypse, what was left of the human population drifted apart. Some moved up – literally, up the mountain and some moved down, down, down in the valley below. At least I think that’s the gist of it. This is another one of those 16 year old saves the world type stories. Apparently if the world ends, adults won’t have it together, so the teenagers will be the only ones who know what to do. Kill me now. Or let me find a mountain to move up to.

Probably my favorite book this month. Hysterically blasphemous,  I caught myself muttering quietly, it’s just fiction, it’s not real, it’s just fiction…  

Lana Harvey is a reaper, yes, one of those beings who collects souls. The Grim Reaper has too much on his plate, so he’s been allowed to create ‘helpers’ who do the job for him. She collects the bare minimum of her quota and easy, low-level souls at that. (Americans and French.) She avoids the classes to be allowed to collect high classified souls, avoids promotions and is happy with that. Her best friend and drinking buddy is Gabriel – yes, as in the arch-angel Gabriel, she’s being romantically pursued by the Egyptian Angel of Death – oh that’s another thing – ALL of the religions and myths and beliefs exist and they all are islands in the Eternal Sea. Of course, if you’re an atheist and you don’t believe in anything, your soul is tossed in the Eternal Sea until you’re reincarnated. And the angels and reapers and whatnot live in Limbo City. And it’s a happening place. The biggest problem is a group of rogue demons are stealing souls and the Grim Reaper thinks Lana is the only one to handle it.

And in the process, she discovers he has a secret. A big big secret. One that could mess up everything.

There are more of these as well. 5 or 6. I have 4. Joy!

It is pouring the rain here. Badly. Thunder. Both cats have left me and are now under the couch. It’s pretty pitiful.

 

 

A home coming together

 

I am in need of Sir Guy today.

My sister is visiting along with her daughter… well, visiting isn’t the right word. They are going through orientation at her college and the noise level this morning was more than my old nerves could handle. Thank you, Jesus for giving me a son…. who is normally quiet and happy that way.

As you can see, he’s decided who he is voting for for president.

 

I might join him in that.

ANYWAY! This summer was designated as my completely unload the garage and get my house set up summer. With the unexpected arrival of Suitor and other minor things, that’s not going to completely happen, but my house IS coming together.

I’m really excited. I honestly feel like I did when I got my first apartment – which I moved into in a VAN and was completely unloaded and unpacked in 1 day. What happened???

Oh yeah…

That happened.

And back then I didn’t have a lot of ‘artwork’ up on the wall.

Yes, that is STILL hanging on my wall… in my cave…. as is this

and these…

So needless to say, I’m still enjoying watching it come together.

(Actually, I’m trying to distract myself from going into the kitchen and cooking the peanut butter cookie dough I discovered in my freezer. I also found my chocolate Hershey Kisses….)

But As i’m sure a lot of you could care less…

Beefcake and Brexit

Okay, not really Brexit, but maybe we should just have big swordfight and whoever dies last wins.

Okay, I’m being funny and it’s not funny, I know.

Sigh.

I think sword fighting is the most beautiful dance, agree? Just agree and we’ll move on to beefcake!

And now…. Sunday Beefcake!!!

I think Jaime is hotter than Sam. Just sayin’….

 

 

Dear Sweet Babu Kesis. O meed a cpwbpu!

translation – Dear Sweet Baby Jesus, I need a cowboy.

Oh, hello Brock!

Yes officer, I was speeding. What’cha goin’ t’do about it???

AAAAAND….

Yes I know it’s a manip, but damn it’s a good one and I DO want that waistcoat… and jacket…. and belt…. and the man supposedly wearing it.

*coughs*

Curious if y’all might be interested in seeing my house as it’s transformed from an empty shell to my living space. Just curious….

In other news

North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell is free for Kindle on Amazon.

At least in the US it is, don’t know about anywhere else.

https://www.amazon.com/North-South-Open-Elizabeth-Gaskell-ebook/dp/B00MF0ZVD4?ie=UTF8&redirect=true

Sigh

It has been a CRAPtastic morning.

On one hand, my procedure did NOT go as planned and I get to do this again. I don’t think so. I was very clear about that. Yesterday was hell. Actually, I did 36 hours of hell. I’m NOT repeating it. The stuff made me gag and made ma nauseous. Nope.

I was told very nicely that due to my family history, I am considered ‘high risk’ and we’ll wait a day or two and reschedule.

Well Fine. I still don’t think so. Hope i die real fast.

On the other hand, I’m sitting back, watching the world eat itself.

Warning: Political ranting ahead. Really. If you don’t know which way I lean or are sensitive about politics…. don’t go past this line.

Here some Richard for you….

Shit!

So I’m beginning my liquid/soft diet.

I have meds that have to be taken WITH food or I will be mighty sick.

Shit.

In other news, congratulations Richard Armitage for your Saturn win! So happy your awesome talent is being recognized.

Home Sweet Home

Arrived Alive just before 2 this afternoon.

It was hotter than blue blazes and I had a carload of record albums. So they had to come in asap.

That’s not all…

That’s STILL not all. There are more STILL at mom’s.

She thinks I should sell them all on ebay. Why? I have a turn-table.

In other news, as stated earlier, we returned to the interior for too long to celebrate Father’s Day.

I look enthused, don’t I? The man next to me is much happier than I apparently am.

We were supposed to leave Monday. Didn’t happen. Got home this afternoon. Whoot. Discovered while we were gone, kitties had had a party. There are couch throw pillows on the floor, cat hair on the foot of my bed and disemboweled catnip mice everywhere.

She seems to be pleased with her work.

Evil Kitty. Evil Kitty.

Lastly, tonight is the last day I get to eat – well until Friday afternoon, and I rather doubt I”ll be in the mood to eat much of anything.

Dinner tonight!

Dinner tomorrow

 

Looks Scrumptious don’t it? Also, green jello, applesauce, tea and yogurt with no red berries. Oh and stuff that will clean out my gizzard. Due to my diabetes, I’ve been told to check my blood sugar every hour on the hour. If it drops – and they expect it to – I’m to down the White Grape Juice my son has procured for me.

What I do to get healthy. Honestly, I’d just bypass the whole thing and take my chances, but Suitor is quite insistent. He thinks he wants me around for a while.

He’s not dealt with me in a full blown snit fit.

 

And now. Apparently Richard is waxing political. Therefore, I should be able to wax a little political.

My eating is over for today. I might not be around tomorrow. I will probably be grumpy. Ooooh Grumpy. Good time to write Dwalin.

Sigh

Someday, I’ll get to go home.

We came into The Interior, to celebrate Father’s Day on Friday. Planned to return on Monday.

Changed to Tuesday, so we could drop Spawn’s camera off to a camera repair shop in the morning. (The battery cover won’t catch and you have to hold it shut. There is no camera repair in Savannah – not much of ANYTHING in Savannah – except Geek Squad at Best Buy and they won’t touch it because it’s ‘too old’ (I bought it in December of 2009.) The clerk then looked at it and said, they say it’s too old because they want you to buy a new one every 2 or 3 years. But if I were you, I’d keep it and find somewhere that would repair it, like in Atlanta. This is a really nice camera!

I would hope so. I paid more for it than I’ve paid for most of my laptops!

Camera repair shop has MOVED another 25 miles further down the road (it was already 25 miles down the road) so by the time we got home, it was.

HOT!

So we’re NOW going to leave in the morning.

I want to go home. I love my home. I’m a home-body. I miss my home. I miss my kitties rubbing against my calves or snoozing up behind me on my big comfy chair. I miss Sir Thunderbutt crying all afternoon, trying to convince me it’s 5 PM and dinner time when it’s really only 2:30 and no, son, I’m not buying that shit. Cry me a river.

I’m going to be driving while drinking water and soft foods. I have the doctor’s appointment from hell on Friday morning.

Yes, I know you loved hearing me tell you that.

Here. Have some Richard.

DAH-RHAAAAAMAAAAA

It’s really too early in the morning for that. So I logged off Twitter before I bitch-slapped a complete and total stranger.

(No, that would not be Richard. I MIGHT shake a finger at him – and not my ‘interesting’ one, but I wouldn’t bitch-slap him!)

Either or, I had the most AMAZING thing sent to me this morning in my email. Words I love to see in a subject line!!!

Your order has shipped….

HEY! It was payday and I’ve had my eye on that tunic – a few other things – for a while.

Just… not doing drama this morning. Nope.

Here! Have some happy Richard!

I am combating

night sweats by standing in front of the breeze caused by Richard Armitage deleting his tweets.

Oh yeah. At least 20 degrees cooler….

In other news, I have a new phone. I have moved into whatever century this is. Damn thing has pings and whistles I don’t need. Roams the interwebs, which I’d rather it didn’t do. My Kindle does that to.

And I’m writing. I sent the first couple of pages to a long time friend and pre-reader and she declared it one of the saddest things she’s read. Oh boy.

And Guylty, you should have gifts in your email.