This amused me.   *grins*

(Stolen from raputathebuta , who stole it from bananabehr )


1.YOUR REAL NAME:
Cindy

2.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME:(mother and fathers middle names)
Rose Leroy

3.NASCAR NAME:(first name of your mother's dad/mom, father's dad)
Ike Ralph

4.STAR WARS NAME:(the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)
Henci

5.DETECTIVE NAME:(favorite color, favorite animal)
Red Bear

6.SOAP OPERA NAME:(middle name, town where you were born)
Rose Kansas City  (oh, yeah, that will earn me a secondary character role that never gets kissed!)

7.SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd fav color, fav drink, add "THE" to the beginning)
The Pink Tea  *sigh*

8.FLY NAME:(first 2 letters of your 1ast name, last 2 letters of your last name)
Heon

9.STREET NAME:(fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie)
Everything But The Thin Mint   *facepalm*

10. PORN NAME: (1st pet's name, street you grew up on)
Tinkerbell Lively  (Not gonna say a word!)

11.YOUR GANGSTA NAME:(first 3 letters of last name plus izzle)
Henizzle

Yay!  It's that day ... that special, special day.  That day that brings us a new Supernatural episode! 

Excitement reigns.  Anticipation is reaching it's climax.

Or does it?

Cause, you know ... this episode tonight marks the beginning of the final four ... those four episodes designed to create mayhem and mischief with our hearts and our emotions ... to wrap around our minds and consume our thoughts with all things Winchester driving us ever further toward that brink of sweet release when suddenly ... at the end of these four new episodes ... the ending smacks us up side the head like a blasted semi pounding into our sweet Impala crashing our dreams, sending us spinning uncontrollably into the darkness known as "summer" that most people who are not Supernaturally obsessed look forward to with anticipation yet we can only look at and see the vastness wasteland called "No New Episodes" or ... gasp ... *whispers* ... Hiatus. 

*shudders*

Perhaps we need another week before the new episodes start.  I may need more time practicing my holding of my breath.

*grins*

Okie doke ... I promised that I would post something today.  I've been trying to decide what to write and how to do it.  I have so many notes to sort through ... an overview of where we've been this season?  ... a jotting of several observations from the last few weeks? ... a full-on ramble from an episode?

Then I pulled out a piece that I had started after our last new episode aired.  It's not very long (in comparison to some things I've done) but it might amuse & entertain as well as remind where we left off and prep for what's to come. 

So, here it is ... 

( this is what happened in my brain after I watched the last new episode, The Monster at the End of This Book ...  ) 
( This is what happened in my brain after I watched the last new episode - The Monster at the End of This Book ... )

Did you think that I would forget?

Not hardly.

While I don't have a party game put together and there isn't a little virtual story written, I do have a heart full of joy ready to celebrate with a smile and a wish. 

To Jeffrey Dean Morgan ... the talented man who has made dying an art and remaining in our hearts a gift. 

I found that he was the main reason I really liked watching Grey's Anatomy and when his character died it broke my heart and left me with a show that no longer satisfied me.. 

He was the main reason I went to see Watchmen and while his character was truly a b*****d, through his talent and the flashbacks, we were able to see the bit of humanity that made us sad that he had been killed (even if it was the catalyst for all that followed). 

He wasn't my main reason for watching that first episode of Supernatural, yet the character he created remains with the show even after his shocking death at the beginning of season two - not as a ghost but something more intrinsic to the overall story ... in the hearts and memories of the two sons who continue to fight as he trained them and to watch over each other as he taught them.  (I won't get started on BDW at this time ... I figure everyone pretty much knows how the Keeper feels about her BDW and that is due to JDM's characterization of a man worn by grief and fear for the safety of his two boys and ... huh?  Oh yeah, I wasn't going to do this here, was I?  Ooops.)  

There's been other roles ... other characters ... some have died and some have lived ... some I've cared for and some ... well ... umm ... Kabluey? ... seriously JDM? ... okay ... well, atleast it gave me a couple of really enjoyable screenshots to save so I'll stil count it a win.  :-)  However, behind each character created, there's the man with the soft rough voice, liquid eyes that spark and twinkle, and a grin that makes my heart stutter, not to mention a kind heart filled with an infectious laughter.   

So, join me in raising a glass and sharing some virtual cake as we wish Happy Birthday! to Jeffrey Dean Morgan ...

May your special day be blessed with joy and your year be filled with health and happiness, not to mention success in your endeavors.  We look forward to seeing more of you on the big screen as we privately pray that you will return the small screen as John Winchester just one more time.  :-)

*sigh*

I love Thursdays.  I truly do.  In some ways even more than Friday or Saturday. 

It's crazy ... I know. 

Yet, it's true.

The week can be exhausting ...

The days can be gray and gloomy ...

The girlies can have me running in 16 different directions (usually 4 at a time) ...

My computer may crash ...

My ceiling may leak ...

The moron I work with can turn me into a hateful hag ...

But I know when I wake up on Thursday morning, I simply have to make it through the day in order to get my prize ... an hour of angst and delight as I receive the gift of yet another chapter in this season's saga.  (I won't spoil tonight's eppy for those who have not been inadvertantly spoiled as I have with a particularly delightful preview, I'll simply say for those that have seen it ... my pun was intended. *grins*)

Seriously, though, that hour (or rather that 42 minutes plus commercials) is something I truly count on.  I look forward to it.  I enjoy it.  It brings me a happy, pure and simple.
 
It's like a Hawaiian Shaved Ice on a hot summer evening after doing laundry.

It's like a warm pot of tea on a frosty winter morning trying to wake up.

It's like the soft hug from a girlie after a very hard day.

It's like the quiet grasp of my hand from a nervous girl before she leaves her seat to give a speech or a performance,  

It's like the bright smile of a small one who has crawled into my lap after successfully building and knocking down a block tower.

Moments in time that bring me joy ... that bring happiness ... I count on these points to keep the proverbial silver lining of my day glowing in the midst of the normal (and sometimes not so normal) chaos of my life.  They give me balance.

In the case of Supernatural, it is a specific time period ... something scheduled.  For me, Supernatural like a scheduled rainbow.  Bittersweet in that I know I'm going to have to accept the rain (the angst) that comes with it, but it's okay because I know that there will eventually come that one brief moment ... the rainbow ... that will make the rain and angst worth bearing.  

Yes, I know ... I'm wearing my geeky sentimental hat this morning.  What can I say?  I woke up early and had a few moments.  

So ... here I am on a Thursday ... the anticipation is building, giving birth to the butterflies of excitement blooming in the pit of my stomach.  

Anticipation for tonight's ep is especially tingly from a couple of points ... 1)  this is the last one before a two week hiatus and 2) it's the last one before the "final four".  Those final four chapters of this season's journey that will have us gasping at a climax and ... knowing The Kripke and the fact that he has had plenty of time to plan, plot, and connive ... a season finale that will haunt us for the duration of the summer.  

So, this morning I was dancing ... with delight ... and then ... I looked at my calendar.

*smacks forehead*  I swear the public school system hates me personally for they always seem to schedule things on Thursday nights ... and I have a mental block to retain information when it affects my Thursday night plans.  Thank goodness my girlies have learned (seriously, I'm not kidding) to 1) mark my calendars - both of them - in bold RED ink, knowing that it will catch my attention when I check my planned day and 2) give me a heads up verbally, not once, not twice but usually three or four times so that I cannot say they did not tell me about it.  *sigh*  

Tonight ... at 7pm central time - one hour before showtime  ... my twinkles are being inducted into the Junior National Honor Society.  This is a wonderful honor and, of course, I will be there (scowling at the school officials - beaming at my girlies).  I will be immensely proud and happy.  Yet, I'm honest enough with myself to know the following will also occur - 1) both VCRs will be set for 10 minutes prior and 10 minutes post, in order not to miss a thing, 2) I will have already parked strategically for a quick release from the parking lot, and ... biggest blessing of all ... 3) my girls are understanding of my Thursday night need to "cut and run" the minute things are concluded - especially if it's concluded before 8pm and the possibility of my zooming home in my little red Baby in time to see the Black Beauty and her Boys without waiting is a possibility.    *grins*

So, here I am ... preparing for another Thursday night ... with slight scheduling modifications.  Will tonight be simply a MOW or will it continue the mythic arc?  Will it be the rest and laughter after the emotionally charged eppies of late or will there be those moments derived from quiet terror that will set us up for a tense two week wait before the Final Four?  There's no way of knowing.  Our writer tonight, Julie Siege, is relatively new to our show, however her other two eppys ... Criss Angel is a Douchebag and It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester ... were both well done and had a slight emotional twist at the end. 

There's simply no way of knowing how tonight will end ... but one thing is certain ... tonight's episode will be a much anticipated new chapter that will leave me craving the next Thursday that will bring the next installment. 

*claps gleefully*

It's Thursday and I am feeling the need to post something.

I want to post something even though ...

... I don't really have any words of wisdom to impart.

... I don't have another ramble ready.

... I don't have any quizzes or quotes.

I'm simply sitting here in my office, listening to one of my "Supernatural Mix" CD's as we continue our apartment inspections and I get up and down turning off and resetting alarms.

I was thinking about tonight ... and last week ... and enjoying that thrill that just seems to grow in my heart on Thursdays as the morning departs and the afternoon begins to edge towards the hour when the show will start.

No one here understands the small grin that creeps onto my face on Thursdays and stays there for most of the day (barring any unforseen stupid behavior from my Moron) in anticipation of enjoying another episode ... another hour (okay ... approx. 42 minutes after commercials are removed) with the Winchester boys as they continue their journey.  

After last week's On the Head of a Pin, I must admit to being a bit worn out emotionally.  This journey has definitely taken some serious turns for both our boys.  Angst and heartache can only go for so long before I'm simply a puddle on the floor.  After last week, I was certainly heading in the direction of that puddle.   

You know ... at the end of Sex and Violence, my heartbroken response was ... "Crap ... you boys are so NOT okay!"

Then came Death Takes a Holiday, and my horrified response was ... "Crap!  CrapCrapCrap!"

At the end of last week's On the Head of a Pin, I was my sniffling response was ... "H.O.L.Y. C.R.A.P.!!!!!!"

Even with the brief hiatus interrupting between S&V and DTaH, these three episodes packed so much information, so much emotion, so much heartache that I truly felt like breathing was going to become in issue as surely as it did for Dean when Alistair had him by the throat. 

The boys have certainly had a rough time and, as fans following right along, so have we. 

I'd like to think that this week's episode will be of lighter fare.  One of those little breaks that we get occasionally.  According to the glimpse (my only spoilage - please don't say anything if you know more) given in the preview last week, it certainly appears to be that way ... yet ... I happened to find out that tonight is written by my pal Sera Gamble, who is not exactly known for her "light and silly" fun episodes.  While Sera can pack some "fun" lines or situations in her tales, knowing the boys the way she does ...

Faith ... "I'm not going to die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot."

Bloodlust ... "You hear a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine."

Heart ... Sam & Madison ... Dean leaving  ... fistpump ... you get the idea.  *grins* 

Houses of the Holy ... Magic Fingers ... 'nuf said.

Yet, Sera's episodes tend to not be about the funny ... they just have brief moments ... and so, I have to admit I've got those tummy wiggles of anxious anticipation. 

And I didn't want to have them by myself.  I wanted to share. 

Wasn't that kind of me? 

Perhaps I'm wrong ... perhaps since Ben penned such an incredibly dramatic filled episode last week, this week Sera will try her comedy wings. 

I guess we shall see. 

Meantime ... it's now less than eight hours and I'm into my afternoon.  Alarms have stopped for the day and my Moron has a project that should keep him busy and out of my hair for most all of the afternoon. 

To round out this posting that has no point ... figured I'd share a couple of my geekier moments.  *facepalm*

1)  On the way to work this morning, CCR's "Run through the Jungle" began playing.  I answered my cellphone expecting my friend for whom I have the song set.  *sighs*  The song was on the radio.

2)  I've been doing something this season that is absurd but gives me a silly happy.  I've been checking the episode times against the other seasons.  We won't go into my little book of mathematics.  It's embarrassing enough that I've felt the need to know this information. I've tracked each season ... episodes one through 16 ... and these are my results:

--- So far, with 16 episodes, Season One still had the most time, followed by Season Four, then Season Two, and finally Season Three.  (Of course, Season Three will now be permanently in last place as it only has the 16 episodes to compare.)

Actual tallys?  
Season One --- 11 hours, 21 minutes, and 19 seconds
Season Four --- 11 hours, 14 minutes, and 20 seconds
Season Two --- 11 hours, 5 minutes, and 13 seconds
Season Three --- 10 hours, 49 minutes, and 12 seconds

Yeah ... I know ... I need a life.  *sigh*  Just please don't anyone mention this to my girlies.  The twinks wil NEVER let me live it down!  *grins*

Happy Thursday, ya'll!!!

Enjoy the show ... cause happy or sad it's still the best to be had. 

*I have sooooo got to get off this computer now*

Above the cut:

Ahem.  *clears throat*  It seems as though I owe LJ an apology. 

*takes back kick*

It seems it is not their fault that I am not able to post.  It's also not the fault of my Word 2007.   Evidently, when my computer caught an infection a couple weeks ago, it caused a bit of an unseen problem before it was caught and quarantined and erradicated.  Evidently this infection affected an .exe program that plays a large role in how stuff transfers on my computer.  My brother can give you a long technical explanation but it's Greek to me.  All I understand is that for right now ... files on my computer do not copy easily (yeah!  like trying to get a puppy to wear clown shoes) over to the internet.  Right now I can't even upload stuff to my photobucket, let alone to LJ or BFZ or anywhere else.  And don't get me started on how it has affected the application on Facebook (no it's not a part of that virus Gaby warned us of - thank goodness!) that has my Twinkles in an uproar.  Oy!

My brother is working on the problem and feels confident that he can help me fix it without having to pay out my roadtrip savings for a house call or being disconnected from my intravenous internet addiction by taking the computer into the geek squad for repairs.  However, since he's in Austin working evenings and I'm in Broken Arrow working days ... it's a bit tricky.

So ... I'm trying to figure out how I can do this ... but in the meantime, anything I post has to be typed out completely - no copy/paste ... and ... well ... perhaps these rambles aren't as long as some that I've posted, but they are aren't short little essays either.  

*sigh*

So, please bear with me ... and ... in the meantime ... I have a debt to pay our dear Professor.

I'm going to tuck it under the cut.
( This is the cut ... click to read my debt payment. )

Hey, everyone! 

After spending all day (okay not ALL day, but enough to get frustrated) yesterday attempting to post my ramble, I'm going to put that aside and try to post this.  If I'm lucky ... you're reading this.  If I'm not ...I'm truly going to be frustrated and no one is going to wish to speak to me. 

However, it's a special day and I want to give this a shot before heading into my crazy Sunday. 

Enjoy!

( Follow the Link to the Birthday Party )

Oh ... and if this works ... I'll be back this evening to try and post my ramble again.  :-) 

... not right now ... I'm just playing.

I've missed Whimsy's quizzes and so I went out and found one on my own. 

So Whims ... this one's for you.  See what you made me learn about myself!  :-)

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*sigh*  

Many of you know that I work with the elderly.  You would think that I would get used to the words "they died".  That I would get used to death.  But I don't.  I don't like those words.   

They hurt. 

Those two words ... "they died" ... when place paired with the name of an individual I know ... hurt. 

Sometimes they hurts more than others.  I know the ideals ... they aren't suffering any more ... they are in a better place ... they are now at peace ... and I do believe them.  However, that doesn't mean that those family and friends, aquaintances or just people who have been touched from a distance, don't feel the grief and sorrow of the passing.  That their hearts can't hurt.

Heck ... I was about strangled with grief when Jake stabbed Sammy in the back in May 2007 and I had to watch him die in his brother's arms.  Then I felt as though my own heart had been ripped out when Dean was killed last May and sent to Hell!  These are fictional characters, not actual living beings.  Yet my heart did ache and I did grieve. 

Therefore, you might understand why it saddens me and hurts my heart to learn of the passing of our beloved Supernatural director - Kim Manners. 
( *sigh* )

Okay ... let's see if I can do this.  I've been having some difficulties with LJ lately.

Oh ... and it should be noted that I actually wrote this AFTER watching Family Remains and BEFORE I watched Criss Angel, the timing of it comes inbetween the two.  If that makes sense.  Um ... also ... I've kinda alluded to the party I threw last year.  If you want to read that ... I managed to salvage it before the heathen at TVG got busy with the wrecking ball.  Just let me know.

Oh ... and one other thing ... I'm gonna try to post over at the BFZ but I've not really been there before and I'm not sure how that will work, so if you don't see it there and think there are some TVG people there who might enjoy it ... well ... help a Keeper out??  :-) 

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( But if all goes smoothly, you should be able to enter the Sanitarium's Party Room HERE )

Not that I'm proud or anything.  Nope.  Not at all. 

*grins*

To all of you who commented on my previous blog advising you of my girlie marching in the Tournament of Roses Parade ... thanks so much for your support.   To tell you that she is having a wonderful time would be a total understatement.  The frequency of the texting gives such amusing glimpses into her week.  After the parade I received two messages ... 1) she wasn't dead from exhaustion (yay!) and 2) she was needing some new feet and calves, could I provide them (um ... poor sweetie).  But then she ended it with a giggle and I knew she was just fine. 

To those of you who texted or emailed that you saw our kids marching ... wasn't it fun???  Awesome.

For those of you who might have missed it and would like to see ... they have posted their official Tournament of Roses Parade entry in it's entirety ... SO COOL!!!  ... and while we can't pinpoint her exactly (*pouts*), it is still a thrill to see the kids marching.

So  ... if you'd like to see ... I present to you The Pride Of Broken Arrow Marching High School Band:


Wow! 

Okay ... I don't normally post personal stuff on LJ, but this is something special.

I had planned to post it on TVGuide ... but ... well ... yeah, THAT's not going to happen.  However, I truly hope that I can get this to as many of my inmates as I possibly can. 

After all this time together, you all know how special my girlies are to me ... and this is something truly awesome for one of my girlies, in particular. 

So ... set your alarms, your Tivos, your DVR's, your VCRs ... cause The Keeper has something special she wants you to see.  Okay???

( Check this out ... )

To all my friends and inmates, I wish you all a Blessed and Merry Christmas! This is just a little something that fell out of my brain and into my computer as I listened to Christmas carols and kept my mom company as she created the most wonderful scents in her kitchen. I hope you enjoy.
( My Gift for You ... )

For those of you who are still with me ...

( Part 2  )