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The following is a list of all entries from the Fluff Stuff category.

Vampire Hugs

If i had to hug a vampire
what would i do?
i would try to do it in sunshine
wouldn’t you?
i’d avoid it and run away and hide all day long
i’d carry garlic and wooden stakes and sing Dracula killing songs
i’d try my hardest to stay far away
because hugging a vampire is dangerous they say
vampires drink blood and they suck you dry
they leave marks and kill you and make you cry
so why, oh why, would I try to give one a hug?
it’s dangerous, it’s crazy – i’m just not that smug
but vampire are beings and what we don’t see
is there bites are their hickeys and bloods is there tea
they don’t mean to kill, they just get carried away
sounds very familiar, wouldn’t you say?
its hard to hug someone that sucks the life out of you
loving them seems like you’re just paying your dues
but loving a vampire just might be
what turns them around and lets them beam
they may stand in the sun
and use their powers for good
maybe they aren’t so misunderstood…
we all have been vampires from time to time
sucking and sucking and breaking the rhyme
so don’t be a vampire draining friends dry
be the one that looks one in the eye
and offers a hand and a hug and a heart
be the one that break their stone heart apart
vampires need hugs, so why wouldn’t we
hug them and love them and welcome them to the “we”

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Book vs Movie: The Age-Old Question

Don’t judge a book by its movie.
J.W. Eagan

Eagan is right, you know. You shouldn’t judge a book by its movie, but the same is true in reverse as well. Movies are constantly judged by their book. Before you get your literary panties in a twist, let me be the first to say that the lack of Peeves in the HP movies broke my gosh-dang heart and I berated the director’s lack of foresight. BUT, that oversight doesn’t mean I hate the movies and refuse to watch them. In fact, I love the movies.

Let me explain.

Movies can be brilliant. Books can be brilliant. If movie-watching-readers (like me!) can just learn to separate one from the other, the world would be a happier place. Am I right or am I right?

Accept the fact that screaming “that wasn’t in the books!” doesn’t diminish the pain you felt when Dobby died. I mean, the complete removal of a brilliant character like Glorfindel doesn’t negate the power of Aragorn screaming “but today is not that day!,” does it? Of course not!

See what I mean? Accept the movies and the books of fandoms as two sides of the same coin. Acceptance is the first step to recovery…


You Drive Me Crazy

My unofficial thoughts on the quirks in marriage and Britney Spears.

Opposites attract. So do magnets. That’s why my husband, Josh, and I are a good match. Not because we are magnets, but because we are opposites. I could explain all sorts of ways in which we are opposite, but I’d rather explore a few of the little things in marriage that can drive you crazy. How does this relate to our oppositeness? Well, those little things that drive you crazy in a relationship are typically rooted in opposite ways of doing things and living life. Pretty simple, eh?

Example #1:
My husband isn’t bothered with a burning need to put things in their proper place. He walks in the door and leaves his shoes right next to the coat closet (where the shoes belong). He walks two steps past the door and deposits his coat on the back of a chair instead of hanging it in the coat closet that he just walked by. He takes two more steps and leaves his keys on the table instead of the hook by the door … you get the idea. This drives me crazy. I’m much more of a put-it-away-as-you-go kind of person.

Example #2:
On the flip side of crazy, I have never understood the point of carefully rolling toothpaste from the bottom of the tube to the top as you use it. I simply squeeze toothpaste onto my toothbrush and continue in this pattern until the tube is almost empty and then I start squeezing from the bottom of the tube to maximize my toothpaste investment. This drives Josh crazy. He is all about the careful process of rolling the toothpaste from the bottom of the tube for the duration of that particular tube.

Example #3:
I have heard of other marriage misdemeanors involving such weapons as a roll of toilet paper. The couple in question has an ongoing battle of wills. The husband is of the opinion that the toilet paper should roll from the top and the wife is insistent that the paper should be pulled from the bottom. Last I heard this war was still raging. Happily, Josh and I are both of the opinion that toilet paper should be rolled from the top.

So what is the moral to this tale? There isn’t one. These are merely amusing anecdotes about the little glitches that can either stress or strengthen a relationship.

Oh, and there were no thoughts on Britney Spears. I just wanted to use the amusing title.


The Midnight Ride of… Twihards

Twihards are entertaining people. I mean that with as much
respect and love as I can muster, honestly!

For those of you not up-to-date on the lingo, a “Twihard” (a combination of the words Twilight and Die-Hard) is an “obsessive fan of the Twilight Saga series of books by Stephenie Meyer and the film adaptations. Twihards embrace all things Twilight with religious zeal, …” (definition thanks to Urban Dictionary).

Why are they entertaining? Because they bring the fun of a midnight movie release back (it’s like bringing sexy back, but with more shrieking).

My friend and I have attended all of the Twilight movie releases on opening weekend, if not opening night. It’s become our little tradition. To clarify, we don’t care for the movies. We attend the movies to see how bad they can possibly get. It’s a noble goal, to be sure, and we have not yet failed in our mission of laughter and mockery.

The most recent movie release, however, trumped them all. It was the best movie of the series, in my oh-so-humble opinion, but the Twihards might have been my favorite part.

Sitting in front of a row of moms (not Twihards, but the parents of Twihards) who had brought their daughters (I hope it was their daughters, though I guess it could have been their sons…) children to see the 10:00 p.m. premier was an epic decision. Hearing phrases like “what the hell is this crap!” and “no one acts like that” being uttered from a group of moms during a movie that they elected to bring their children to was a highlight in my movie-going career.

Then there were the young women people in the audience that gave Jacob a standing ovation when he stripped. That was a new one for me. I have heard cheering in theaters, but a standing ovation during the film, that was a bit extreme (and I’m sure it was annoying to those sitting behind the ovationers).

But my personal favorite was the girl two seats away from me. When … SPOILER ALERT … Carlisle’s head is ripped off, she, quite literally, shrieked. The gentleman (I shall assume he was a boyfriend) that was with her, “shushed” her, but to no avail. The damage had been done and my laughter was eternal. Yes, it was a traumatic part, but a bloodcurdling cry was a bit extreme. I mean, you know that part doesn’t happen in the book*, therefore it (probably) won’t actually remain that way in the movie and some sort of cinematic hocus-pocus (typically called a plot) and skullduggery (sometimes referred to as CG) will correct the anomaly.

*Did I just admit to reading the books? Indeed I did. I feel no shame in that for I am of the opinion that you shouldn’t judge/mock a book without reading it. As I have read the books, I can judge/mock accordingly.

Oh, in case you were curious: I’m Team Edward when reading the books and Team Jacob when watching the movies.


List Lovers Unite!

I have a slight obsession with book lists (i.e. reading lists). I’m not sure if it’s a pathological need to ensure that I am, in fact, well read, or if it’s the simple love of lists (and the subsequent ability to check things off of them). Either way, there is still a deep-seeded love for book lists deep within my soul.

I stumbled across a blog entitled “10 Books You Must Read to Your Daughter (Or How to Keep Your Daughter From Ending Up Like That Horrid Girl in Twilight)” and couldn’t help but read it. I was compelled to peruse this blogger’s thoughts. I mean, come on, aren’t you?

I probably should preface this list by saying that I struggle to criticize a book that I haven’t read, so, though I don’t think Twilight will be the next Pride & Prejudice (damn, that would be depressing…), I did at least read the entire series so that I knew what all the hype was about. Actually, a friend and I have attended the opening night (or, at least, the opening weekend) of each of the Twilight movies. That was an adventure. But I digress. Back to the list!

The books on this blogger’s list were as follows (my thoughts are in green)…

The Anne of Green Gables series by L. M. Montgomery (maybe just Green Gables and Avonlea)
The Little House on the Prairie series by Laura Ingalls Wilder (a classic, though written at a young reader level, that every girl should read)
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
The Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling (good ol’ JK)
Till We Have Face by C.S. Lewis (a lesser-known work of Lewis’, but a brilliant must-read!)
The Lord of the Rings series by J.R.R. Tolkien (don’t be fooled by how some characters are portrayed in the movies!)
All six Jane Austen classics
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte (I’d mark this one off the list, but that’s just me)
A Girl of the Limberlost by Gene Stratton Porter
Kristin Lavransdatter by Sigrid Undset (this one has been added to my list: Need To Read)

I was impressed with the list that the blogger had assembled. I not only agree with the list, but whole-heartedly support her suggestions. I don’t have a daughter, but if I did (or do someday), I would want her to mirror the characters in these novels and not the tripe a protagonist (yes, Bella) from Twilight. I have read all but one of the books on her list and, as I noted, that book has been added to my Need To Read list. This list left me in high-spirits. 

A few minutes after climbing onto my high horse, however, I stumbled upon another list (“10 Books Every Girl Should Read in Her Twenties”) that left me in far lower spirits for two reasons: 1) I haven’t read the majority of the books suggested, and 2) the list suggests these books for women to read while in their 20s. Why does point #2 leave my spirits a bit tarnished? Because I only have three years left in my 20s. That thought hit my like a stampeding rhino as I read her blog and I sobbed in the corner for a bit thanks to that startling realization.

Her list went as follows (my thoughts are, again, in green)…

Confessions of a Shopaholic (Shopaholic, #1) by Sophie Kinsella
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (Oh, I’ve read this one!)
Girls in White Dresses by Jennifer Close
The Girl’s Guide to Hunting and Fishing by Melissa Bank
Bitches on a Budget: Sage Advice for Surviving Tough Times in Style by Rosalyn Hoffman
What I Know Now: Letters to My Younger Self by Ellyn Spragins
The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan
What Did I Do Wrong? by Liz Pryor
20-Something, 20-Everything: A Quarter-life Woman’s Guide to Balance and Direction by Christine Hassler
Single: The Art of Being Satisfied, Fulfilled and Independent by Judy Ford

Yup, that’s right, ladies & gentleman. I have only read one of the books on this wise woman’s list and I’m feeling less-than-well-read and a bit ill because of that (if I were a color, I’d be brownish-green… the color of algae on a lake in midsummer).

But, enough sulking! I must press on toward my newly-minted goal: to read all the books mentioned in this post that I haven’t, thus far in life, cracked the cover of. Well, “cracked the cover” is flowery of language as I will, I’m sure, read them on my Nook and therefore, no covers will be cracked. It will be more of an “electronic pages will be swiped from right to left with the tap of a finger,” but you get the point.

The the immortal words of the 10th Doctor, “Allons-y!”


Today, I needed this.

Having a no-good, horrible, very bad day?

My day wasn’t all that bad, but it had its less-than-blissful moments. Then a friend sent me this and it turned my frown upside down!

Watch this video that compiles security camera footage capture random things that will warm your heart and make you laugh.

Enjoy!


Barefoot & Bluejean Night

In case you don’t know what a wonderfully perfect summer evening consists off, here’s my list…

1. good food. This should go without saying, but hey, some people are weird and this wouldn’t be on their list. Need a tip or two for accomplishing good food? Look for my Gingerbread Softies* recipe (I got this recipe from http://www.danamadeit.com) at the bottom of this blog.

2. good weather. Not that this is controlled by man or anything, but it is a help when creating that perfect summer evening.

3. good friends. You know, the kind you can have lighthearted and/or serious conversation with, all while playing cards. That kind of “good friends.” I have friends like this and I’m grateful.

1+2+3 = perfect summer evening.


* Gingerbread Softies
These cookies flatten and crack as they cool. The secret in keeping them soft is to remove them from the oven as soon as they are set but before they start to brown.

2 cups sugar
1 1/2 cup shortening
2 eggs
1/2 cup molasses
4 cups flour
4 tsp. baking soda
2 tsp. cinnamon
1 tsp. nutmeg
l/2 tsp. salt

Cream together the sugar and shortening. Add eggs and beat until thick. Add the molasses and stir until combined.
Sift together the flour, baking soda, cinnamon, ginger, cloves and salt. Add to creamed mixture and stir just until blended. If the dough is very soft (hot day? warm kitchen?), wrap it in plastic wrap and chill in the freezer for 30 minutes.Shape into 1” balls and roll in sugar. Place on greased cookie sheets. Bake at 350º for 7 – 10 minutes or just until set but before they start to brown.


The Hunger Games: A Review

I feel the need to, along with thousands of others, share my thoughts on The Hunger Games.

In short: It was good
In long: It was… okay

I feel that it was lackluster. Though wonderfully cast, I felt that some important scenes in the movie left something to be desired. You know, I can overlook some of the “errors” in this one. I mean, so what that Maggie wasn’t in the movie and Prim gave Katniss the Mockingjay pin? So what that Katniss kills Cato before morning? These are little things. What I can’t deal well with is how some scenes were left so… dull. Nightlock, for example. That scene flew and for no reason! It’s a pivota scene!! It needs to be treaated as such! Katniss has a moment of almost killing Peeta during that scene and the director skated over the scene in order to continue the love story the movie lent itself too. Don’t get me wrong, I appriciate the love story, but not at the sake of the true story. Katniss and Peeta have much to suffer through before the end of the trilogy and i have a funny feeling that the next two movies have the cards of truth stacked againt them.

I guess to sum up, it’s a fun watch and I always enjoy watching a book I love come to life, but I’m fearful of the two movies (maybe three) to follow.

Hmmm… am I wrong?


Pobre Dinos!


Crumbs In My Cereal… and other little annoyances

It’s morning… that perfect sort of fall morning when there is a slight haze on the ground and the air smells like pumpkins and apple cider. The type of morning where you feel completely justified in wearing cute boots and a scarf and coffee-to-go is a must! But just before you step out the door to head off to work, you head to the kitchen to grab a quick bowl of cereal – yummy! Cap’n Crunch! Alas, you discover a tragedy *da da dah* there is only enough cereal left for one bowl which means *scream of terror!* there will be cereal crumbs in your bowl of cereal! A tragedy beyond tragedy!

Want a remedy?

I thought so… Pour the cereal through a colander. It sifts the annoying crumbs right out of your life and into the trash! 

Please, hold your applause. I just a mere mortal helping to solve little annoyances one cereal crumb at a time.