Life and the Joy of Unpacking

I finally finished moving all my stuff from one apartment to the next. Now comes the joy of unpacking.

It's kinda like Christmas, I get to open boxes that have who knows what inside of them. Yes, of course I'm one of those people who doesn't methodically label every box and carton..heck I have a ton of video tapes that I have no idea what I recorded on them, so why would I label boxes for moving LOL!

I also have some stuff I have to make a serious decision on as to whether or not it's time to let go of it. One of those major decisions involves my childhood and a teddy bear I've had since I was 4 years old. Harry began life as a present given to my 15 year old cousin from one of her 'boyfriends of the week'. At two foot in height, Harry was just a fraction taller than me. I loved him and his shiny blue fur at first sight. 'boyfriend of the week' and giver of said bear lasted longer than a week then he was replaced. Harry was then placed into my arms with the command to 'take this thing if you want it.'(he had been replaced by a stuff leopard named 'Delphy').

Harry and I became fast friends and constant companions. The years went by and a lifetime of absorbing tears, secrets and hugs had taken its toll on his shiny blue fur which was eventually worn threadbare. A bout of fiercely being dragged around by a insolent puppy with no respect for the owners treasured things while she was at work, left Harry with a gaping hole in his chest, an arm and leg missing and vital stuffing strewn around the floor. Major reconstructive surgery ensued, preformed by an understanding sister in law who gave Harry a new chest covering and a pair of men's athletic socks as a new arm and leg (we have the technology, we can rebuild him).

Today I have to decide if it's time to let go of Harry.

But how to do you look a thread bare teddy bear with a piece of blue valour over his chest, a pair of men's athletic socks doubling for an arm and a leg..who is not just filled with cotton stuffing, but a childhood full of memories (not to mention a few adult ones as well..it was into Harry's reconstructed chest that I sobbed out my grief over the loss of my mother those first few and terrible weeks after her death) in his trusting plastic eyes and tell him it's time to go?

The answer tomorrow.

M

My New Car Is Going to do What?

For the first time in my life, I am at a point to be able to afford to buy a brand new car instead of something used. So after my trusty ten year old Eagle Talon had a major mechancial failure too expensive to repair in a car that was also starting to have many minor issues as well, I decided to go car shopping early last December and get me something as a birthday/Christmas present to myself.

Of course I was thinking sports car. I have a particular fondness for Pontiac Firebirds and am still pining away over the loss of my beloved 77 Formula Firebird that I had bought used back in the mid 80's (350 engine, duel carb/duel exhaust--zero to 90 in a heartbeat) and drove until the body on it just started falling off and the price of gas got too expensive to keep it on the road.

However it turns out that even used sports cars were out of my budget range, but my favorite Saturn Dealer (I've bought my last two cars from their used car department and they were total gems to own) told me that I could afford a NEW CAR. Ok I said rather scepticly and they trotted out this black 2007 Saturn ION for me to puruse. It's pictured above.

OMG it's so...conservative looking was my first reaction to this boxy thing on wheels sitting in front of me waiting to go for a test spin. Where had the sleeker, sportier design of the Saturn gone to! (meanwhile their sexy version of a sports car sat in the corner of the showroom mocking me with it's outragous price tag).

Putting my reservations aside, I got in and took the ION for a test drive. Yep it was definitely conservative. Meanwhile my favorite Saturn Dealer was extolling the virtures of the car. It had ONSTAR, it has a Satellite Phone, it has a button to call an ambulance..'but where is the cassette player' I asked looking around anxiously. The only place I'm really serious about listening to music is in the car. How was I going to enjoy the music of she who is legend to me?

No cassette tape player, my dear. Those are obsolete now. I was beginning to feel obsolete too

"But your car can send you emails." FSD said with smile.

"It can do what?" I had immediate visions of KITT the Knight Rider car suddenly turned into a conservative boxy thing that would be filling my inbox with whiny messages about being too cold, too hot, too lonely out in the parking lot without me. But no, it was not to be anything even that exotic.

It will send me status updates on oil, the engine and other mechanical issues. Lovely. I'll get Boring technical emails from a car..as if spam wasn't bad enough.

In the end, however the boxy, conservative black 2007 Saturn ION won me over and he and I drove off the lot together with me glancing back at trusty little black Eagle Talon sitting forlornly off to the side of the lot. Soon he would be going to the auto auction like an old horse to the glue factory. Yes, I cried. I'm the kind of woman who gets emotionally attached to her cars (except the much hated and much reviled 1986 Ford Taurus I owned for a brief time. I was so glad to see that piece of money grubbing junk go away that I zoomed off the lot in my 1990 red Pontiac Sunbird with a smile on my face).

I'm also the kind of woman who names her cars as well. From Old Blue (1973 Chevy Nova), Prince Baron the 77 Formula Firebird, right up to Teal'c the Talon (btw, just a tip, never name your car after a Clint Eastwood character and think that will make it tough and dependable..yes the Taurus was named Rowdy Yates) I've always given them names. And yes I have 'guy' cars and don't even try to give me that hoohaw about all cars being female because of the way gas is put into them. Gas is fuel which is food to the car and you name me one guy who doesn't put a spoon or a fork in his mouth to eat with.

This one has a name too, but I'm keeping that to myself. One day when he is gone to the auto auction, I'll tell you what it is. I will say that so far it's been a good name and the car seems to like it alot.

Wonder if he's sent me any emails today:)

Jon Bon Jovi - My Picses Birthday Guy Today

Yes, I'm still in the process of moving, so I'm still writing about shallow stuff, like picses men having birthdays and looking good shirtless:)

Todays installment is Jon Bon Jovi, awesome singer, actor and picses guy without a shirt on;)

"Shot through the heart, you're to blame! You give love a bad name!" The one song I simply have to play at full volume on the car stereo when it comes on the radio!

M

New Sera Gamble Interview - Supernatural

Sequential Tart has another great interview with Supernatural Executive Story Editor Sera Gamble

Super Women: Sera Gamble
An(other) Interview with Supernatural's Executive Story Editor
by Mary Borsellino
When I interviewed Supernatural Executive Story Editor Sera Gamble for December's Sequential Tart last year, fandom kind of exploded with glee at some of the things she had to say.

Since then, the show's season has progressed, and one of the then-upcoming episodes that Sera discussed in our chat — "Houses of the Holy" — has aired. I caught up with Ms Gamble again to talk faith, finales, music, and Sam Winchester's sex life.



Has some really spoilery stuff in it, especially for fans of Sam Winchester!