Go away

GUSTAV. DIE. DIE ALREADY!

I pray that it doesn't hit New Orleans again. This is unbelievable. Almost three years to the day.

GO AWAY GUSTAV. And take Hannah with ya.

Comments to the last blog

I'll post my comments from the last post here, seeing that Blogger won't recognize me on my own blog.

Indigo that was funny. Gave me a chuckle.


Tigeryogi, these books are Huge. Like Harry Potter. Not that that makes them any better, but they have these girls enthralled. Made me curious.


I've always wanted another Lestat book, one where he runs across one of his own decendents. If you remember he says himself that when he was a teenager, fathers were always beating at the door demanding his own father do something about all of the daughters who were pregnant by Lestat, playboy that he was. I've always wondered what he'd do. Because he took Quinn his sorta cousin under his wing after he was made into a vampire. I hope she changes her mind and writes another Lestat Vampire novel.

TWILIGHT.

I was pleasantly surprised last night. I was even surprised. In the break room, there were three different 19/20 twenty years reading. Not school books, not magazines. But they were all reading different books of TWILIGHT.

Now, I may have been living with my head buried in the sand, but I had never heard of these books. One girl stated she was on book two. So was another girl, and the third girl was still on book one.
Now, these books are HUGE hardcover books. I was really surprised and pleased to see them reading. I'm always reading something on my breaks if I'm alone. At points one would sigh. Another gasp. And they both asked the third girl "Have you gotten to part where they break into the car, moments before the sun rises? OMG." Ok, my curiosity is peaked.
I'm gonna have to find out what these are. I hope he or it or whatever is as charming as Rice's Vampire Lestat. Loved him.

Thank you Sardonic Bomb.

Thanks so much to Sardonic Bomb I was finally able to get his site on my bloglist. What a pain this has all been.
Everytime someone says "It will be so much easier. It will make your life a breeze..." Don't believe them. They lie.

Rick Springfield

This year at the Fair, we had live bands. Not that we ever had dead ones. Well, not that dead I guess.

This year we had Plain White Tees, who were really good. Blake Shelton who was playing when the tornado came within a town of us. And then there was....Rick Springfield.

I gotta say, he did really good for an old guy. He's my age. Age'ish. And he rocked.

I'd never seen him in concert. And I'm glad we did.

He has a new cd out Venus in Overdrive. The music wasn't bad at all. Rockin', with reggae and blues mixed together. They were really good. Of course he had to play his old songs, which were just as good as they ever were, ending with Jesse's girl. Which really rocked out.

If he comes to any of your fairs, pay the money and go see him. I enjoyed it. He's not Hanson. But, he didn't disappoint.

Ronnie Kroell and Megan

Make me a supermodel Ronnie Kroell and Megan.

We went downtown yesterday to Market days in Boystown. I love Boystown.
Market days is just a bunch of booths, bands, bars and lots of food vendors all crowded together
in about a three or four block area. We walked past the booth and tent set up for MiniBar and Megan spotted Ronnie. She also spotted him at the Gay Pride Parade first. We went up to him and asked if we could take his picture. He was so charming and funny. We must have talked with him for at least ten minutes before he was drug away to do other things.

Fair Pics

Awww. They wuv each other. One of ours and one from the next pen.

Patrick showing one of his pigs. The bandage around his elbow...he was knocked down by three pigs running down an aisle. Luckily he wasn't more hurt. He's fine.