I put together some screencaps from a website into a post, and it’s gone nuts (as far as MY posts are concerned, where one “like” makes me happy). It feels great. What’s surprising to me is that it doesn’t feel great that all these people are liking and reblogging “My Post; ” I’m just happy that so many people also think it’s funny.
Now that I have kids in my life, I find myself wondering how many great things (books, movies, music) I didn’t find until years later or have missed out on completely because I didn’t take adults’ recommendations seriously.
Adults just don’t know.
My husband thought maybe he wasn’t like that when he was a kid. I told him he was, of course, he just didn’t know it because he was too busy knowing everything else. We all were.
Watching “In the Beginning” and the guy in the diner says to John Winchester, “Say hi to your old man for me.”
Oops, writers. Didn’t know you’d want Grandpa Winchester to play a role four seasons later, did you?
After playing all (and loving most) of the Lego games on PlayStation, there are two things I long for with all my heart and can imagine perfectly, but they will never ever happen:
So I’m outside at work having a smoke and minding my own business when I look down at the sidewalk and see this. No one made it — it’s just the spots and runoff from the salt they put down to melt the ice.
The best part — it’s an action shot!
Every once in a while it strikes me as weird that I spend so much time thinking about how fat I am and trying to lose weight when I’m really not that fat.
I went to dinner tonight with my husband, my best friend and her family, and a friend and her family who were visiting from out of town. I met her online because of SPN. She’s a completely awesome person, and I like that “stupid” things like TV shows and fanfiction (and tumblr!) can introduce you to people and things you would never know otherwise.
When my mom was a kid, one of the cows on their farm got into the alfalfa patch and ate way too much alfalfa. By the time my grandpa found it, it was lying on its side and bloated so much with gas that its belly was distended. There wasn’t time for the vet to get there before the cow died, so my grandpa pulled out his pocket knife and poked a hole in the cow’s gut to let the air out. It lived.
I feel like that cow right now.
Work’s security system just blocked me from the Click to Cure website after like 15 minutes. Good job, Work. Wouldn’t want me to help cancer research while I’m sitting here with nothing to do. Much better that I’m on Tumblr or Facebook.
I don’t own any of the music from LOST because I’m afraid it’d lose its impact on me when I watch the show. Half the time I cry while watching the show, the music is the reason.
I normally stay out of all this stupid BS, but I want to say something this time.
I finally got around to watching the J2 panel from last VegasCon, and Jensen’s comments about the rewritten scene between him and Cas are so far from homophobic it’d be funny — if so many people hadn’t freaked the fuck out like complete imbeciles.
He was just implying that it seemed romantic and using “man and woman” as an example. Calm the hell down.
Just because a scene between two same-sex friends doesn’t play out the same way a romantic scene between any pairing of sexes would doesn’t mean the same-sex people are against homosexuality.
I’m heterosexual. Is that okay with you? Because if you’re homosexual, I’m okay with that. Whatever you want, whatever I want. That’s how it should be. But I don’t french kiss my best friend goodnight, either. Deal with it.
I didn’t get a dog for the longest time because I’m fragile — I didn’t want to let something into my life and my heart that was just going to die. And yes, I know everyone dies and there’s always the chance my husband or family or friends will die before me. At least some of them undoubtedly will… I didn’t consider that before I got married, though. And sometimes I get stuck in a loop thinking about what would happen if I lost my husband. And I think “What have I done??? Why did I set myself up for this kind of pain?”
I knew, before getting Floyd, that he’d probably get old and die while I’m still alive. And I get stuck in that loop with him sometimes, too. “Why did I do this? Why did I set myself up for this? It was stupid. Just plain, fucking stupid.” It’s too late now, though.
At least with my husband, I can hope he’ll outlive me.
I know people will say that it’s worth it — both the husband and the dog. And it probably is. And people will say that it’s part of life. And it definitely is. But when I think about things like these, I just end up thinking I might not be cut out for this Life thing. It sounds idiotic and I know it, but I do think it. I’m not strong enough.
But then I’m also constantly surprised at how strong people are, and how adaptable and resilient. And I might think I’m not like that, but I’ve made it this far, haven’t I? You just kind of keep going until you find something worth continuing for again. It’s pretty amazing.
So I guess I’m probably not much different from anyone else. I just sometimes waste my effort worrying about it.
After torturing each other via IM by exchanging pictures of Justin Bieber and his stupid clothes, hair, eyebrows, and general idiocy for about fifteen minutes, my boss and I cleansed our minds and palates by then exchanging pictures of Jensen Ackles and Daniel Craig.
Night and day, people.
I’m always glad men exist, and I do love them so very much. But juxtaposing these two types of male (boy and men) just makes me so, so, SO grateful for the latter, and makes me love them even more.