I have not been here much the past few days for many and various reasons. But things have been happening, regardless. BEST NEWS: I have my handfast pix!! Yes, finally, here in my hot little hands. All I have to do now is get them in an album before everyone forgets it ever happened. People who want one will be getting a disk shortly. But, I have some edits to do, so I'm thinking end of next week.
OTHER STUFF: Second son is back on meds :( figured it was coming, but still kind of a downer. He's OK with it though, that's the main thing. Firstborn brought home a report card that showed that he's still on track for uni if he decides to apply. Dance happy, people. Achilles backed off the sink and landed on his head. He's the most unco-ordinated feline in existence. FF has two weeks of holidays. Dancing again!! Love having my man at home. Later.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Posted by Kjirsten at 12:15 PM
Monday, September 5, 2011
I have a total thing for the Misters.....I don't know whether it's the title, the time period or the fact that they're just so over-the-top-sex-on-a-stick HAWT!!!!
Probably it's because I just can't see myself referring to FF as Mister Anything.
Who Jane Eyre leaves even though he's rich, handsome and completely smitten with her....as well as wanting to make an (almost) honest woman out of her. And let's face it peeps.....Plain Jane is being kind. She's got that whole downtrodden-ill-treated-orphan-girl thing going, but there's a limit to how far the waif look will take you. Silly girl.
Yes, he's got a mad wife in the attic, but hey, that's a big house, peeps.......plenty of room for her and her nurse, and her lawyer and her civil rights advocate. Hell, stick 'em in the west wing and give them a credit card, and I'm sure they'll make out just fine. The man has jewels in the bank, and he was planning to take her to Europe anyway....wear the pearls, get in the damn carriage and let him take you to Paris, you silly cow. He's smokin hot and he adores you. Wake up and smell the 1830's, chickie.
Next Time: Mister Darcy and Lizzie Bennett
Posted by Kjirsten at 7:48 PM
Saturday, September 3, 2011
smells like Spring. Gotta love that smell. Warm concrete and green grass. Birdsong and late evening light. Makes me wanna strip down and roll on the lawn. I won't though. 'Cos I have neighbours and my mama raised me right. I can feel myself waking up after months of hibernating and existing. Time to do things again.....starting with a glass of red and a sunset on the driveway this evening. Start slow, and aim high. Welcome back Spring....I have missed you.
Posted by Kjirsten at 1:58 PM