Here's my result:
Two things ...
1) I seriously answered each question as it related to me, even when some of the other answers seemed more ... umm ... well, shall we say "Dean's type"?
2) Could we NOT share this info with BDW?
- Location:at home
- Mood:
amused - Music:Boston
SQUEEEEEE!
SQUEEEEE Some more!!
Yep ... that was me. Squeeing to my Keeper's heart's content.
On January 11th, my dear friend Mary had received her copy of Issue # 2 and posted the following comment in one of the playrooms on the TVG site:
But our sweet Keeper is really going to LOVE the interview with JDM! Swear, you can hear the man's laugh right through the page! And Sterling K. Brown on Gordon is fun, Jared is his usual irresistible self, and I love Bobby Singer ...
I read this and grinned and giggled. I became so excited ... my anticipation had me rushing out to my metal box. My issue hadn't arrived. I was okay ... anticipation kept me in giggling glee as I rushed to the metal box the next day. It wasn't there. Deep breath. Alright. It was okay ... it would arrive on Monday I was positive. I came straight home and checked the metal box. It wasn't there. Stupid box.
Tuesday and Wednesday each passed much the same. I occupied my time. I kept telling myself it was okay ... the delay would make it just that much sweeter. By Saturday I was not thinking charitable things about my friend Mary. I apologize, Mary. The evil deadly sin of envy evidently was not completely vanquished in episode 3.01 for he whispered in my ear. Still, as much as I envied the fact that my friend had by now had the issue in her hands for over a week, I can atleast claim innocence to coveting her green shoes. Besides ... the issue was due on the stands the next Tuesday. Surely I would have it by then.
If absence makes the heart grow fonder, then the delay would simply make my delight and joy that much sweeter. Right?
Yeah. Didn't work when I kept repeating that to myself all weekend long either.
Monday arrived ... we won't go there.
Tuesday arrived. I contemplated leaving my postman hate mail. Does that tell you whether it arrived or not.
Wednesday ... the issue is now on the stands. My friend has received hers, there have already been scans of it on the internet (which I avoided because I wanted to read it while holding it in my hot little hands), and still ... THERE IS NOTHING IN MY BOX! Literally. Not even a blasted letter to "occupant".
Thursday ... I check on the payment ... yes, the subscription has been paid, yes, I have receipt of that transaction, yes, subscriptions have been postmarked for delivery. I check the metal box before I leave town for two days.
No beautiful glossy goodness to take with me on my journey. I wept.
On my drive home Saturday evening, I had a discussion with myself, and by discussion I mean argument. Luckily I was driving alone and only my little car heard me. I'm sure she laughed. The discussion went something like this:
Me - "I can't wait! It's going to be there now, it has to."
Me2 - "Nope. Not going to. Not going to set myself up for the disappointment."
Me - "It will. It will. As soon as I get home I'm running to the metal box."
Me2 - "Oh, no you're not! You are staying away from that evil box of frustration."
Me - "I'm gonna go. It's gonna be there. I know it will be."
Me2 - "And when it's not? What's going to happen then?"
Well, I didn't have an answer for Me2 on that one, although I had about decided to simply head directly to my local Barnes and Noble and skip stopping by the metal box. Luckily, common sense won out.
I arrived home. Metal box greeted me gleaming with deceptive shininess in the glow of the streetlight.
I ignored it. I knew that the bitter pill of disappointment would be more than I could deal with, so I made sure to unload the car and take care of those basic "I'm back" chores. Then ... I went.
Bill, bill, magazine, flyer, bill, letter from Mom? I was just there ... skip it ... magazine, magazine, MAGAZINE!!
Yahtzee!!!
Mary ... my dear friend ... your words could not have been truer. I barely made it in the house before opening the glossy goodness, skimming the table of contents and finding the page number. JDM's article was read once, savored twice, and squealed through three times. I swear I could hear his voice in my head and it sounded so ... deep ... and so ... darn ... sexy!!
Can The Keeper simply state how much she truly adores her BDW?
sigh.
There's some fantastic other goodies in this issue, including a wonderful article with Jared that I finally managed to read today and the man who embodied the character we all loved to hate, Sterling K. Brown. I'm still soaking up the goodness. But here's the caveat ... Mary didn't tell us about the treat in the center of the magazine ... can I just say ...
I love centerfolds???
- Location:home
- Mood:
giggly
I seem to get forwarded a lot of emails from various people about “cute things children do”. This is probably due to the fact that I have, in one capacity or another, worked with preschoolers for the majority of the last 30 years. Anyhow, I got this in my mail yesterday and it simply screamed Supernatural to me.
As you read it … think about Dean and put BDW in place of the mom, since Mary was gone before Dean went to school. See if you don’t agree with me.
A little boy was doing his math homework.
He said to himself, 'Two plus five, that son of a bitch is seven.
Three plus six, that son of a bitch is nine....'
His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, 'What are you doing?'
The little boy answered, 'I'm doing my math homework, Mom.'
'And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?' the mother asked.
'Yes,' he answered.
Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, 'What are you
teaching my son in math?'
The teacher replied, 'Right now, we are learning addition.'
The mother asked, 'And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that
son of a bitch is four?'
After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, 'What I taught them
was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four.'
- Location:still at work
- Mood: amused
- Music:silence except for the tune I can't name that keeps running through my head
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