So...I have this friend I have known since I was in 9th grade. He is a house owner and I am just starting to look. He owns a pontoon boat also but wants a speed boat. So his comedic plan...I can just live with him and by a speed boat. This is how that conversation went. I thought it was rather funny and he's a jokester himself. I'm in pink and he is in blue: Enjoy a totally radom email read LOL! Kind of like snooping isn't it...

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Hello :o) How are you

I’m good….how is your day?

Going good. I am sleepy. I stayed up till 12:56 reading a book.

Must have been a good book. I am sleepy too…just because I want to sleep in J

That sounds good. I wish I could have slept in today too. I think that would have been SSOOOOOO nice.

Yep….I have been wanting to all week....Saturday I will! J

Sounds good. I’m on board with that plan! I plan to…guess real hard…clean up the house.Then I want to go house looking in 'oz' (name change to protect the...not so innocent)
What are you doing?

Not sure yet, I’m thinking I got something to do, just can’t think of it…I do this all the time J

…insert funny comment here…Really? LOL!

You should go look at boats J

LOL! What about a house?

LOL….I told you, I have a house…but not a ski boat J

Yes, the dogs will probably get too hot outside tomorrow.

Almost J….you don’t need to know how to ski, we ride the inner tubes and knee board J

Ahh-ha!LOL! Hmm…House or skiboat. I mean that is a tough decision…You know I’d have to change the color of the door to like peach or white and I’d rip up the carpet in a few of the rooms and put in a new color and I’d have to totally chuck the curtains and comforter and make it more girly. You better hope I choose the house…LOL!

I’m not totally against change…but we might have to compromise on some of it J

The compromise…

---me and *** you:

---I’m going to call somebody to paint the door and rip up the carpet in a few rooms

***no your not. I don’t want it changed. I rather like it.

---Well okay…I’ll paint it myself and rip it up myself and then it’ll be changed

*** no your not. I don’t want it changed. I rather like it. (meanwhile after you come home from work the next day…)

***what did you do to the carpet

---I’m so sorry. I was trying to iron a shirt and the iron fell. I am so sorry about the burn.

***I guess we can either call someone to rip it up and get new carpet or we can do it this weekend.

---Are you sure…Is that really okay

***Sure it is. We’ll get it done this weekend ---Oh great. Let me grab my shoes and we can go look at carpeting. I’m so excited. That my friend…is how compromise goes. LOL!

lol

So you think that’s how it would go?

Pretty much …since you are the woman, and always right J

So it has hit me. The Twilight bug has hit me.
Shazzy let me borrow the New Moon book Tuesday-you know the follow up to Twilight-the 2nd book in the series. I finished it last night at 12:56pm exactly.

My reading ran like this:

"Edward...How can you leave her?" I screamed at the book as I laid on my bed. The plush comforter underneath my skin had no ease on the blow I felt. The disappointment glowered as I debated on rather or not to finish reading the book. "You are such a liar you said you would always love her! You jerk! How could you be so righteously selfish?" the words continued to pour out of my mouth as they lingered in the room. The familiar sting of love lost shuddered through my body. I winced. I continued reading...

Bella slowly lost touch with reality and spiraled in to that pit that only unrequited love can force upon you. How could he have done this? Knowing the very pain she felt I cursed Edward"You jerk. I hope you are tormented everyday. I hate you". But I didn't. I longed for her hurt to go away. For Edward to run back and throw his arms around her. Kiss her forehead. Place his hand upon her chin and tell her everything was going to be okay. But life isn't like that. There's not a gentle hand that comes along to wipe the tears away. There aren't any princes that wrap their arms around you and block out all the pain. Your left with the very real, very knowing that your heart is broken. Nothing can fix it. Nothing can heal it. Nothing can mend it but the very one who broke it. I continued...


Jacob was as sweet as can be. So innocent. So real. So alive. But then the smell of a rose lingers effortlessly and with ease in your mind but the prick of it's thorn leaves a burned image upon your soul. I desperately wanted Edward back... I read on

Jacob wound up being a ware wolf. Bella met the other wolves and was in there presence. All the while though there was something so wreck less, so uninvolved about them. It felt as though I was watching the blue collar comedy group. A complete bunch of uncouth, unsocialized, adolescent boys. How I longed for the refinement of the 'bloodsuckers'. The refined speech of the Cullens. The refinement of Edward. "Where are you Edward? Why? Why? You jerk!" escaped my consciousness through my lips. I craved to know why? I wondered of Jasper...how he was.
Jasper...content with who he is. What he is. Sure of his self. Learning his restraints. I missed Jasper. Missed Edward. Missed Alice. Missed Esme. Missed Emmett. Missed Dr. Carlisle. Missed...well. I had to read on.

Veronica the vampire was still a real threat. Bella hallucinates. I know those hallucinations. I've imagined the feeling of a lost loves arms wrapped around me. Heard there voice say they loved me. But not real. Not there. How can I read this book. I stopped and breathed. But I had to continue on. 'Please Meyer you can't do this' etched through my brain. I need to know that there is an escape in this book. 'Please return Edward' I silently hoped. I begged. I had to read on...

Edward is in trouble. No hint of anger left. He did her horribly. But he was in trouble and she had to go help. I wanted her to help. I yearned for her to help. I needed her to help. I needed Edward to be kept safe. I needed him to know she was still living. I needed her to have the chance, even if he died, for her to have the chance to ask 'why?' and hoped he would tell her. I longed for him to hold her. To comfort her. To want her. To ache for her. To love her. The story continued...

She winds up saving him and he her. We learn that she can dispel most vampire 'talents' involving the mind. I wanted to know more about that but... he held her. Edward held her. Edward kissed her. Edward wrapped his arms around her and made the pain stop. Edward was sorry. Edward wanted her. Edward ached for her. Edward...loved her. I could sleep. The book was through. I was content. Nothing else mattered. Hurt feelings, others, nothing. He loved her. That was all she...
I...
we needed.

and so there I was whining to shazzy 'I'm so mad! He lost my phone and I'm yelling at the top of my lungs and it's like he doesn't even care about my things! Then to top it all off I am just tired. I am tired or repeating the same things over and over...brush your teeth...take a shower...flush the toilet...clean your room...don't be mean to your brother..."

This all over my 13 year old. It's as if you talk into one ear and there it goes out the other; sailing to the next continent.
and my rant continues...
"I mean give me a break. I have told them...
(them being the 9 year old now lumped into the same pile of mess)
...since they were 3 to keep their hands and feet to themselves and not touch things that don't belong to them. I mean...Stop touching my shit"

This rant continues to Shazzy as she just patiently listens.
Yes a big pity party. I am completely aware. None of these are my best adult moments I can tell you. But it is what it is. and I do see it for what it is.

So she goes to the car and talks to them a little that she knows they can do better and so forth.

We go home...I calm down...having gotten it out of my system and still no phone.
Later that evening I tell the boys I am running to Nana's for a moment and will be right back.

Now Nana lives 2 minutes from us. You can walk there and spit 3 times and your there.
I was going to show our pet, we'll call "Napoleon"who is an apple head chihuahua. I had came home that evening to see blood all over is chest. He had gotten into a fight with something and had incisor lacerations and scratches. I wanted her to look to see if he needed stitches. Turns out after bathing him you could see scratch marks and little incisor indents and tears in his skin from a cat who was cornered by a chihuahua with a'little dog' complex. As I am ready to leave my mother says my son left his phone in her truck and I should take it and use it until he produces mine. Sounds like a good idea...so I do.

Today as I am sitting in the car I decide to put a background on his phone using one of his pictures he's taken with his phone. As I am trying to decide which one I find a camera shot of a porn magazine picture with a girl bending over, her skirt hiked up, with a guy behind her. So...now a little upset wondering what the heck is my 13 year old doing when I thought he was keeping it clean , I check his ya-hoo. There is a registration request for Lesbian videos. So now...I'm pretty much what the hell do I say. I don't have a clue how to address this. I am a little taken back right now.

Anyways...Shazzy and I go to lunch and she brings with her the sweetest thing. She made me a t-shirt that has a respect logo on the left chest and on the back a big respect logo with the word 'Respect' printed on it. It was so sweet. So thoughtful. So caring.

'Here's the personal part...and I am not sorry and I make no apologies...this is my story...the incognito dreamer story...'thank you Shazzy. That was very thoughtful and touched my heart. Thank you so much for thinking about me and going beyond just letting me vent to actually making a gesture that says 'hey I feel what your going through. I can empathise. I heard what you had to say and your not in this alone"...Good night Shazzy." (insert boyscout salute here)

I'm so excited! I get my 'twilight' netflix in 2 days!!! I can't wait to watch it. I hope it is as spectacular as the book!

Who of you is hooked on Twilight? I am one of your new converts. Damn those Cullens!

I have heard many women speaking of Twilight. What a good movie. What fabulous books. I have resisted and resisted. My girlfriend 'Shazzy' and a member from the play cast, we'll call 'Cinderella' were talking about this book. I being honest told them I hadn't a clue what they were talking about as I have never read them.
So on a warm summer day during the 2cnd week in June a 'Twilight' book was bestowed upon me by Shazzy Shallowitz. During the latter part of that week continuing in to the 3rd I became a new convert to the 'Cullens' following.

Being a member of this coveted group I can now insert my opinions openly and honestly. And if I didn't...well Alice would see them but I doubt Edward could read them. A few things do perturb me about the 'Cullens'. Here are those things:

1) Edward and his controlling mood swings adding to sexual frustration! I understand they are in high school and Bella is only 17 and I should from a moral standpoint not want this...but come on already! Every time she latches on to him in a passionate furry he pulls back and makes her wait. She has to just sit still while this furry is burning inside her. He gives the rhetoric that he just doesn't know if he could handle it if he was in such a passionate state...that she could get hurt.
But seriously I am reading it and he kisses her jaw, her cheeks, eyelids, throat, and I'm like come on! Give me the rest! Don't stop it again!

hmm..gives rough sex a new name. I wonder if warming lotion would have any effect on the cold stone feeling I am sure would happen...okay back to the point? Just a wonder.)

Adding to the pressure is I like to read the book late at night around 10, nude, and in the bed.
Why... It's my new found freedom of nudity and I am rather enjoying it, but that's another blog.

2) I want to know more about Jacob. He just kind of flushes in but he know more than he puts on. He may be only 15 but the boy know something more than we are eluded to. And Billy...just say it already. Tell me in detail.

3)Rose...get over it already. Either say something, kick the crap out of her, kill her, or befriend her, but stop with the glaring already. It's getting old. Are you jealous cause Edward just couldn't see you in that light and you had to take another as yours? But glare one more time and I feel a 'bitch' slap is perfectly acceptable here...let's have Esme, Alice, or Jasper do it. Just cause I think it would be funny. Or hell let's let Bella do it and then Esme say to Rose.."uh-uh-uh. Don't even think about it. You needed it..."

4)When Jasper says to Bella that 'you think you are not worth it, but you are' I wanted more. I wanted to hear the rest of the words. I didn't want to have to try and fill in the rest.

5)Talk to me Edward. Talk to me. You get started and then you stop. Heck you've had a century to get it right. But when he talks...I like it. Oh I like it. Bella...I mean...when he talks Bells likes it.

6)And Charlie. Just tell him. Enough with the secrets. "Hey Dad...by the way my boyfriends a controlling, centuries old, perpetually 17 year old vampire who can 'dazzle', read minds, is strong as a God, and makes my knees melt.Not to mention hot as hell and stares at me all night long while I sleep because he can't. But don't worry Dad...I won't be losing my virginity because apparently if we try he'll rip my throat open. But no worries...I'm heading to the woods to play baseball in the thunder and lightening..."

"...ahhh...sure Bell. Make sure you take a raincoat. Be back home early..."

Yeah I think that would go over well.

That's it so far....I want to know more. The writer as good at keeping the suspense so you have to keep reading because you just have to know. There isn't a good point in the book where your like "okay I can stop now and just pick it up tomorrow". I have to force myself to stop reading.
I had to stop last night at 1:56 or was it 1:26 can't remember, Edward had 'dazzled me'. I left it when she was in the hospital after the 'tracker' incident. I can't wait to read more!

Oh and about the reading...I should be able to finish this book quickly but I find myself stopping and talking aloud...like you know these characters can here me ;) and then I have to go back a bit just in case I missed something. Ahhh...I'm dazzled. That sucks!

What are my random thoughts for the next two minutes?
Starting...now...

oh a thought
pretty lamp light
Tom what do you want
Jon just smile you look so much handsomer when you do
I wonder what the meeting is going like
There you are again
oops he is right next to me going in the kitchen
what kind of cologne do you wear?
hmm...
brian
elite music
Lex
elite music
father Jim
priest
collar
chair
sex

There...end of 2 minutes.

So yesterday, my friend 'hubbabalooba' was in this odd mood. But for some reason it really worked.
She's directing the play I'm in and yesterday was the first day I've really seen the complete focus of her directing abilities. It was absolutely amazing to watch. I don't know what got into her, but it was amazing. Here let me explain:

So we are working on a scene that involved this older gentleman will call him 'stubborn Hossenfeffer'. He was to play a German Jew that survived the Holocaust and was listening to a rant. The direction from 'hubbabalooba' was something to the effect of
'I want to see you react to this rant as Syd would. I want to see you utilize your space."

From here we got to listen to 'stubborn Hossenfeffer' go on and on for what felt like freaking 15 minutes about how he thinks he, as Syd would just sit there. Then he asked 'hubbabalooba' to show him what she means.
She does and boy does she. It was neat to watch 'hubbabalooba' work. She went from 'hubbabalooba' the director to Syd. It was pretty cool. Then after that you think ''stubborn Hossenfeffer' would have it right? Oh $%^&*!@# No!
He's got to go on again how moving would take away from the rant and blah, blah, blah.

People...we are talking about a slight stand up as an old guy and gaze. Move a little and react calmly with a "GAZE". I mean come on.

So 'hubbabalooba' interjects and really puts her foot down. She said something to the effect of 'this scene is about such and such and it is not about the rant. Moving would enhance..blah blah..." ...but got it to the point. In essence she told him diplomatically what I would have said bluntly
" Look just do what I tell you, I am the director and I know it will work you are going on like this is the only performance in the entire play just do it you stubborn ass!"

But the neat part comes as I was watching her direct "gray" in his take on Beethoven. It was awesome. I sat there and just caught myself staring. Here was this creative process taking place and 'hubbabalooba' was so precise, so focused, so in control of what was going on in developing this picture.

Let me see if I can explain the 'awe' in what I observed...

While watching 'hubbabalooba' at that moment she wasn't a she. She wasn't a he either...Ha! But it was as 'hubbabalooba' was not a gender at all but a creative force, a creative energy if you will that was gliding from the directors chair to the stage and creating this beautiful and wonderful scene and conveying it to 'gray' in a manner that commanded him by sheer energy and presence to grab hold and create along side the energy.

I hope I conveyed the whole happening of last night, because it was absolutely amazing. Absolutely amazing. Words simply do not do it justice.