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In case any of my friends or family members actually read this Blog, please consider all Names, Characters, Places and Incidents to be the product of the author's imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales are entirely COINCIDENTAL...Muaaah!! Now, really, about me: I bring the crazy wherever I go, so I've been told...I make fun of myself more than anyone else ever could. I hate: the awkward silence in elevators, watches with no numbers, picky eaters, Cancer and legalism. I love: coffee, stalking Hugh Jackman, my Spanx, COMMENTS, sarcasm and writing: Middle Grade, NA, YA Paranormal and Urban Fantasy.

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Saturday, June 30, 2012

Moving on Up Friday Fact or Fiction Answers


As always, thanks to all of my followers who faithfully comment and keep coming on back to hear all about my crazy life. You guys are the bomb. Thanks for hanging with me!! If you didn't read yesterdays Friday Fact or Fiction post, you might want to go back and read that first, before I list the answers here.


#1. FACT. I hated to even type about this experience, because it makes me cringe just thinking about it. When The Husband and I freaked out on the  realtor, she claimed that everything would be taken down and cleaned up, before closing, and it shouldn't prevent us from buying the house we really wanted. She went on to "reassure" us that the homeowners apologized profusely, and claimed it was all set up by their teenage son and his friends, as a joke.  To be perfectly honest, it didn't matter what kind of explanation they tried to come up with about that hell basement, because there was no way The Husband or I wanted any part of that house, EVER again.

#2. FICTION. Gotcha! No part of this story was true. The woman who sold us our house, couldn't run away from it, or her husband, fast enough! LOL


#3. FACT.  The Husband and I did tour at least 150 homes, in three different states, (NJ, PA & MD) before we could agree on one. (Does this really surprise you? LOL) The "red neck house" as it was dubbed hence forth, was the beginning of the end. After that debacle, the fight went right out of me. The skid drawers, on the floor, did me in! I  couldn't even muster up the energy to tour another house. I didn't even look at the house we actually bought, until The Husband put a bid in on it.

Thanks for all of your participation. Hope you all have a great weekend!

Friday, June 29, 2012

"Moving on Up Friday Fact or Fiction"

Hey Guys! Just wanted to take a brief moment to say, thank you all SO much for all of the positive feedback on my Girls Just Wanna Have Fun blog hop entry!! You have no idea how much it means to me, to get that kind of response. So thank you very much, to everyone who commented, and for making me feel like I may not suck at being a writer, after all. Also, thanks to Jaycee DeLorenzo and  Clare Dugmore, for passing me the Liebster Blog Award!! I'll be posting that in the near future. Thanks Jaycee and to Clare!!


OK It's Friday Fact or Fiction time! This week is all about moving and the buying/selling of a  house. As usual, I'm going to list a few situations, that MAY or MAY NOT have happened to me. Then you vote which are Fact or Fiction. I post the answers on Saturday.

#1. Jaybird  and The Husband agreed on only one thing, whatever house they were going to buy,  had to have a basement. No basement, no deal. We could not believe our luck, when the beautiful, bright, spacious home we were being led through, was in our price range. It had a huge kitchen, with modern appliances  (one of Jaybird's prerequisites) a nice piece of property that backed up to the woods, (The Husband's prerequisite) and all of the bells and whistles. The house was perfect. Until we asked the deal breaking question, "Does it have a basement?" The realtor, MAY OR MAY NOT have  swallowed hard, and said, "Yes. It uh, has a basement." The Husband and Jaybird, told the realtor "SOLD".  But we just wanted to take a quick peek.

"But basements are basements, right?" She said.  "You've seen one, you've seen them all!" the realtor hemmed and hawed.  Her dodgy attempts to bar us from entering the basement, MAY or MAY NOT have made The Husband's cop and Jaybird's spidey sense, start tingling. We insisted. The realtor made some excuse, like having to call the office and took off, out the front door.

Immediately upon opening the door to the basement and descending the stairs, the smell that accosted us, MAY or MAY NOT have been what Jaybird could only describe as "unGodly". The Husband, started pontificating on what kind of dead animal could cause such a smell. Ugh. A few steps further down, and Jaybird, felt physically ill. Not just because her nostrils were burning, but because she felt like she was walking into an oven, the air around her was so oppressive. The sense of wrongness amplified, and in her heart and mind, something was just screaming at her to get out!

It was unnaturally dark, especially in contrast to the brightness above, but what Jaybird and The Husband MAY or MAY NOT have found in that basement, was even darker.

"It's too dark to see anything down here. We should have brought flashlights." Jaybird said. The Husband, replied, "Huh, the basement is so dark, because they painted all the walls black! Well, except for that one."

The "one" wall was in actuality just another black wall, but this one had blood red "paint" splattered all across it. Words were scribbled, in a couple different languages, which Jaybird quickly and roughly translated, into Satan rules! In addition to the wall-o-creep, someone MAY or MAY NOT have built a  huge wooden "altar" in the middle  of the room, where they politely left their large, silver knife, and an open satanic bible, ready for action. 

Jaybird, MAY OR MAY NOT have already been halfway up those steps, when she heard The Husband yell behind her "Run!"



#2. The couple that were selling Jaybird and The Husband their home, reminded us of  Gene Wilder and Gilda Radner. They both had wild, curly hair, and strange, eccentric mannerisms when they spoke. They were a musician and an artist respectively, both absolutely brilliant.  When they showed us the house for the first time,  they MAY or MAY NOT have insisted we stay for dinner, and then Willy Wonka played the violin and Rosanna Danna the piano. They were wonderful, warm and fun people.  The kept reiterating to us, how much they regretted moving. They did not want to go. But a job offer they couldn't refuse was causing the move.

The day of the closing came, and  the couple did not show up. The Husband and I were disappointed, because we had really enjoyed their company and had wanted to see them again. Although it was not a big deal that they did not show, since their attorney had a signed power of attorney and was able to close on their behalf. Everything went off without a hitch, (which is rare for a real estate closing). The realtor handed over the keys, and Jaybird and The Husband were off to move all of their belongings into their new home.


When we pulled up to  the front of the house, the movers were already there, waiting for us in the truck outside. The Husband and Jaybird could not believe their good fortune. That MAY or MAY NOT have all changed, as soon as we unlocked the front door.

We found Gene and Gilda, along with all of their belongings, still sitting right smack in the middle of our new living room! They MAY or MAY NOT have changed their minds about leaving, and begged us to give them their house back!!

#3. The Husband and Jaybird toured about 150 homes, in the course of their search for a place to live. One of the homes that MAY or MAY NOT stand out was one The Husband found advertised in the back of his North American Hunting magazine. It sat on fifty plus acres, and was surrounded by State Game Lands. He was in love.  As we bumped and jostled our way down a dirt road that was supposed to be a driveway, Jaybird had serious doubts about living in such a secluded spot.

As we neared the house, and Jaybird saw the Confederate Flag, proudly waving from the back of a  pick-up truck, and another flying high on the flag pole in front of the house, and yet another, because it was painted across one entire side of the barn, those doubts increased. There MAY or MAY NOT have been  about ten redneck males, (armed with bows and shot guns) hanging out on the front porch steps, drinking Coors and shooting the shiz. (It MAY or MAY NOT have been 9:00 o'clock in the morning. )

The Husband, never intimidated, asked if this was the right house, and if it was still for sale. One redneck stepped forward and proudly took point. He MAY or MAY NOT have tried to punk out The Husband by laughing and telling him he would sell us his house, if he could match the shot he was about to make, about 50 yards away.  The Husband said nothing, but waited patiently for the redneck to finish. The Husband gladly took the twelve gauge shot gun with a slug round offered to him, and my Marine Corps Expert Shooter made the shot. From close to 100 yards away. This gained their respect, and they all started hooting and hollaring. Jaybird wanted nothing more than to beat feet OUT of there. But at this point, how could we not look at the house?

The redneck MAY or MAY NOT have started us on a tour of  the dirtiest house Jaybird has ever seen. The highlight of the house tour, was the bedroom. Because besides all of the porno magazines scattered all over room, right smack in the middle of the floor, for all to see, was the piece de resistance: a pair of the redneck's drawers, WITH SKID MARKS!!!

OK, there you have it. Happy voting! And if any of you have a moving tale to tell and would like to share it, I wouldn't hate it!!

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Every once in a while, I do something right.

My girls attend a very small school. (Only 130 kids from pre-K to 6th) I know every single one of the kids, and they all know me. Nothing makes me happier than when I walk into a classroom, and the students start bouncing up and down, clapping and cheering. You see, I'm a little bit of a   mom-celebrity.
Jaybird a/k/a Celebru-Mom
Since I am a HUGE literacy nut, and I absolutely adore kids, I wanted to find a creative way to get kids excited about reading too.  But how? Then I thought, I'm no chef, but I love to cook and bake. A light bulb went off in my birdbrain and  I thought, why don't I combine all three of  my loves?  So I did. And voila, I gained the kids attention!!

Because my girls are only a year  apart, I have the repeat pleasure of  enjoying the same teacher, three years in a row.  So, the teachers also get to know me very well. And so far, I've been extremely fortunate that every one of  them has encouraged and graciously accepted the fact that from time to time, I like to barge in and take over their literacy blocks...

Last week, I baked 35 kitty cupcakes and read "If You Give A Cat A Cupcake" to my second grader's class. Afterwards, the kids and I got to talking. I was over-joyed to hear these kids actually remembered everything I have EVER read to them, all the way back to Pre-K!  They got jazzed up all over again, remembering it too.

"We love when you come Miss Jen! Remember that time in Kindergarten you read Skippy Jon Jones and made us all those nachos?" 

No, I'm old and forgetful, so I didn't really remember, but they sure did! That's when another kid started to reminisce..

"Remember when you read "Froggy Eats Out" and you made us all of those cool lily pads and frog brownies and we hopped all around the class ?" And then another...

"Member' that time you brought in all that "pisgetti" and we read Strega Nona? That was the most awesomest!"  This comment was followed up by a lot  of "Yeah that was the best!" (Which, made the Italian in me do a little happy dance...)

Of course,  listening to their little walk down memory lane made my  heart just about explode with glee.  I can't say it's always been easy, with my busy schedule and the harried life I lead. But hearing these kids express their excitement over what books they loved the most, (and to this day still loved reading) made all of my efforts worth it!  Every once in a while as a parent something awesome like this will happen and I start to feel like maybe I'm doing something right after all!

I have to ask, what was your favorite children's book?  And what made it so memorable? Was it the book itself or who read it to you?  

My favorite children's book was Tommie de Paola's Strega Nona. My Nona (Grandma) read it to me in Italian and English, and then we ate "pisgetti"  until I was about to burst...  No matter how old I get, I know I won't ever forget it!

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Busted and Disgusted

I'm feeling a little depressed this morning at being broke, so I'm having a bit of a Scarlett moment over here at the Bird's Nest. Although I don't feel like I have a right to complain, having three healthy children, a roof over my head and enough food to eat, I do realize how incredibly blessed I already am. But sometimes, sometimes, the selfish part of me, still wants more.

The summer brings freedom, sunshine and quite honestly, lots of BIRTHDAYS. Birthdays are a big deal, and I like to take the opportunity to make each one of my girls feel special by celebrating them. Being broke, and not being able to do something special for my girls, is bumming me out. Because it's kinda, my fault. I've been sicker than usual, (see my post "Follow at Your Own Risk" to learn more about that) and unable to work as much as I used to. We rely on The Husband's income,  to pay the mortgage and all of the bills. Which, thank God, just about covers it. But we rely on my income, (however small) for all of the extras. Like Birthdays.

Turning double digits is a huge deal, so when Faith turned 10 last year, we went all out. (See my post titled "Best Day Ever" to read about it)  This July, Faith is turning 11. We are still going to celebrate, but it obviously won't be as extravagent as what we did for her, last year. That's not what's upsetting me so much.  It's because this year, it's Farrah's turn! She will turn ten in August. I want so badly to do something super special for her, like we did for Faith, but it's just not possible. And I really don't want her to feel ripped off.  She's a middle child. Any of you that  have a middle child, will understand the far-reaching repurcussions of this.

I've been trying to rack my brain, to come up with an amazing Birthday Celebration, on a budget. My girls get top priority, but this summer also brings the b-days of : July-my neice, nephew, brother-in-law, and Faith. In August- The Husband, Farrah, and my Mom. It's going to take a miracle, (or possibly one of my lungs) to be able to cover the expense of all of this!

I know there are much more important things to give my kids, other than the material, but it sure doesn't help when you know it's all your fault, you can't provide something.  So, here I sit, busted and disgusted with myself.

Does anyone have any suggestions for me? Or any ideas on how to throw a fabulous B-day party....on a very non-fab budget :( 




Sunday, June 24, 2012

Not My Kid Friday (Saturday) Fact or Fiction Answers

 If you didn't get a chance to read my post, "Not  My Kid" Friday Saturday Fact or Fiction,  you might want to go back and take a look, before reading my answers here:

#1. FACT. Nothing says "Welcome to the Church Family" like a good mooning...LOL This happened back in the day, when my girls were only 1, 2 & 3 years old. They went through a lovely phase of thinking  it  was hilarious to pull off their diapers and run around naked....somehow, they figured out it was even funnier to bend over, and put their naked bums up in some one's face!! Thank God our brand new Pastor Brandon and his wife Shannon, had a great sense of humor. Believe it or not, they still talk to us, and come over for dinner!

#2. FACT. In my daughter's defense, this 12 year old boy, was bullying another little boy, who was only in first grade. I may have mentioned once or twice, my girls can kick some serious butt. My daughter was not going to stand by and watch while someone was getting bullied. So, she kinda put the beat down on him....We wrestled with what to do about punishing her. The Husband didn't think we should, his logic being "I don't teach my girls how to start fights, just END them.." 

WARNING: Don't let that pretty smile fool you.  Cause if you piss this little girl off,
SHE WILL JACK YOU UP SIX WAYS FROM SUNDAY
#3. Due to certain, um, *coughs* legalities...I don't think it would be wise of me to be very specific here.  But I will leave you with a few pictures...and you can make up your own minds as to what you think Frankie did that day.   : )









THANKS FOR PARTICIPATING~ JAYBIRD

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Men vs. Women Weight Loss

Many of you know from my "Aliens May Have Abducted The Husband" post, The Husband has been on  a diet.  And although he's a testy as any cop would be, sans donuts, that bastard lost 30 pounds already! He has his "girlish" figure back, and struts around with swag to rival this:



I have to ask, why is it so much easier for guys to loose weight? Cause, I've been eating healthier (and much less) than The Husband,  and I haven't dropped a pound!  Not one lousy pound. He  keeps teasing me about it,  but honestly, do you know how long it's going to take me to loose 30 pounds, at this rate? The rest of my natural born life!

If I don't work out like a fool, eat nothing but crisp lettuce and air, the pounds seem to stay on!  And I'm tired of it...

This morning, looking down at the egg whites on my plate, and black coffee, I'm discouraged, depressed, and wanting to rant, whine and complain. I'm ready to eat a ton of fattening shiz and not give a crap. Until later today...when Ponch comes swaggering in and just looking at him baits me.... I refuse to give up until I look like this again:


Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun Blog Hop Entry

Here is my Entry to Victoria Smith's and Jaycee DeLorenzo's Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Blog Hop! Thanks for hosting this ladies....
This is my MC, Jenny Cardinale: from my "Breaking Cardinale Rules" NA paranormal romance
"Hey Jenny-girl, if we're gonna do this interview or whatever, let's make it quick. I got more important shit to do and I don't want to be late picking up Patty for the Pride Parade." 

"Yeah, sure. How's it going with you two?" Jenny asked, plopping herself down on her narrow dorm room bed.

"Epically awesome. But this ain't about me. This is supposed to be about you. So, first question, why are you so blind and freaking naive when it comes to men?"

"Uh, what?"

"You heard me! What's up with your crap taste? I mean, besides the fact that they are all MALE, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"I don't have bad taste! Ben's amazing. He's on the Dean's list, Captain of the hockey team, affluent, popular, funny, not to mention he's absolutely gorgeous! Do you know how many girls would kill for a chance to go out with him?  Really Sandy, what's not to like?"

"He's a knob. And I don't trust him, at all. There's something about him, I just can't put my finger on it..."

"It's called a penis! Come on, Sandy, just admit it, you've never liked any of the guys I've dated!"

"Damn straight. None of them deserve someone like you. You are too good for all of  'em,  especially Ben the Ballsack. Okay onto the next question,  boxers or briefs? Cripes, who comes up with this shit, anyhow?"

"Hmmm. Boxers. Definitely boxers. Remember the other night?"  Jenny blushes, just thinking about how she and Sandy caught a glimpse of one very delicious Ben, standing in the locker room in his boxers, after his hockey game ended. His chest muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat and his rock hard abs tapering down into...

"Aw, man! Why did you have to go and remind me of that?  It's gonna take weeks before I can burn the image of your boy wonder in his drawers out of my mind! Some things just can't be unseen, ya know?" Sandy covered her eyes and spun herself around and around, in our desk chair.

"You're completely bananas, you know that?"

"I believe that's been well established. Ready to move on?"

"Yep."

"What's the one thing you believe can tell a lot about a person?"

"Definitely their eyes. I  can see so much by looking into them!"  Sandy doesn't know this, but I could see EVERYTHING by looking into them. Like all the way into their souls, and what demons they have clinging there...but I couldn't tell her about that. As much as I care about her, I just can't talk about it, with anyone. But that's why she's never understood my dating choices. I never judged someone by how they looked on the outside, cause it didn't matter to me at all. I just counted it  a giant bonus, my new boyfriend Ben, just happens to look like a Viking God!

"Seriously, J? Their eyes?  That's your answer? What total BS! All I ever catch you checking out is their feet. You NEVER look people in the eyes!"

Figures she'd noticed. That girl misses nothing I do. Dang it, how do I explain myself, without outing my freak factor?   "Um, everyone knows the eyes are the window to a person's soul."

Sandy eye-balled me with laser precision. "Mmmm hmmmm."

Somehow, I got the feeling, my very suspicious and over-protective friend, might know more about things than she let on.

"All right Cardinale-interview time is up. Time to party. Come with me and Pats to the parade." She jumped up out of her  chair, and rolled her neck, from left to right, making a popping sound. Then she started to shadow box with me. This was a familiar gesture, and it comforted me. 

As I dodged her left hook and went for an uppercut, I said, "I'd love to, but I'm meeting Ben in the student center. Gotta bone up on my Algebra."

"As long as that's all you bone up on!" She yelled, while placing me in a one-armed head lock, and shoving my head down onto the bed, royally messing up my hair. "You're moves are always too predictable."

 "And you're always doing something crazy." I said, spitting hair out of  my mouth, regaining my breath, trying to recover my balance. She reached out her hand, and helped me back up. Then she grabbed a brush off of my shelf, and sat down behind me.

As she brushed and then carefully re-braided my long, dark hair, she said,  "I  know I'm a crazy over-protective bitch Jenny, but you mean the world to me. You are too sweet, too kind, and forgive me, but super naive. College is a whole different ball game sweetie. You need to stay on your toes, and keep your eyes wide open here. Please, promise me, you'll be careful with this one, because I love you to death, and I don't want to see you get hurt. Pinkie promise, kay?"

As tough as Sandy was, looking up and straight into her eyes, revealed how vulnerable she really was, and how much she did care. I put my pinkie out to hers, and we shook, just like we used to, when we were kids.  Back before I was a freak, and I could see so much more in people's eyes than I ever wanted to.

"I promise.  And, Sandy, I love you  too."


* I'm going to finish my entry with a song that I love and fits. Now I'm off to read all of  the other entries. Happy Blog Hopping!

Monday, June 18, 2012

Don't Hate Me Because of My Beautiful New Book Cover



This cover gets me wicked inspired, and beyond excited! Every time I look at it, I smile and get all stoo-pid giggly. What do you think? If you envy it's awesomeness, don't hate! Just go see Jaycee DeLorenzo at Sweet n Spicy Designs and get your own fabulous cover.   

Friday, June 15, 2012

Father's Day Friday Fact or Fiction

For this week's theme, I wanted to spotlight Fathers. And boy did  I luck out in that department. I was so blessed to be raised by one of the world's greatest. My Dad. But before I begin, I thought you  would appreciate the dad humor, in my favorite "Banana Song" from CN's The Amazing World of Gumball, Enjoy:


Don't let that smile fool you, he didn't let us kids get away with shit! But beneath that tough exterior, lies the heart of a real softie. Here are some facts and funny stories that May or May Not have happened, all about my DAD. Vote on which you think are Fact or Fiction.

#1. My Dad commuted to NYC for years. He would leave at 4:30 a.m. everyday and would not come home from work until 8:00 p.m.. He did this for close to twenty years. Not once, did I ever hear him complain about it either. (I didn't realize how monumental that was, until I started working and had to commute a mere forty-five minutes and I never stopped bitching about it..)

Dad often worked late, in some of the most dodgy areas of the city.  But out of all of those years, my Dad, MAY or MAY NOT have ever been mugged. Late one night, while making his way back to the bus station, some would-be mugger approached my tired, dirty and generally pissed off Dad. My dad, MAY OR MAY NOT have given him a raised eyebrow, and with that one look,  the mugger  punked out like a little bitch and took off running!

#2. My Dad, is English and a wee bit of Irish; basically, whiter than white. LOL He MAY or MAY NOT have told my mom, on the night they met, he had just injured his knee, otherwise he would have asked her to dance. Forty-three years later, he MAY or MAY NOT still be suffering from the same "injury"...

#3. My Dad, MAY or MAY NOT have refused to speak to any of  the dates my sisters and I brought home. He would just stare at them until they felt so uncomfortable and intimidated, they would eventually leave :)

There you have it. Wishing all the Dads out there, a very HAPPY FATHER'S DAY. As always, thanks for your participation everyone. Answers will be posted on Saturday. Cheers! Jaybird

Monday, June 11, 2012

Top Four Reasons Why I Will Never Wear My Brand New Polka Dot Shirt Again

#4:Comment from my sister,

"Did Mommy buy that for you?"

#3.Comment from my daughter,

"I'd rethink that shirt.."

#2.Comment from one of my gays,

"Oh, sweetie, NO."

#1.Comment from A PERFECT STRANGER,

"Aw, when's the baby due?"

Here I am below,  in the offensive polka dot shirt. I wore it on a field trip to the NYC Science Museum with my daughter Faith. Take a good look people, because I will NEVER be wearing it again.

Ladies, let me know if anyone needs a new maternity top...this one is up for grabs :)



Saturday, June 9, 2012

Not My Kid- (Friday) Saturday.. Fact or Fiction

Sorry I didn't post this Friday Fact or Fiction yesterday, but I've spent the past few days without Internet or phone service. I have to admit, the quiet was a bit refreshing. Verizon telling me to expect a repair man any time from 8 am- 8pm yesterday, not so much!! (I will do another post on that later..)

After a popular post of mine titled "Pepper Spray and Pink Tutus" I decided this week's theme should be  about the crazy stuff my kids MAY or MAY Not have done...Happy Friday Saturday Fact or Fiction Everyone!

#1. In an attempt to get to know them better, The Husband invited our brand new Pastor and his wife, back to Jaybird's Nest for dinner. Jaybird MAY or MAY NOT have been distracted and busy cooking in the kitchen, so she called out for her kids to come and greet their guests. Jaybird's daughters MAY OR MAY NOT have devised their own way to formally introduce themselves...By bare-ass MOONING the Pastor and his wife!!

#2.  Jaybird MAY OR MAY NOT have gotten a call from an extremely angry parent. This mom was losing her shiz and screaming like a lunatic, because Jaybird's 6 year old daughter, MAY OR MAY NOT have jacked up her 12 year old son, on the bus. This parent was so ridiculously pissed (not because her boy got his butt handed to him by a little girl) but because now, she had to drive him to school. Apparently, he was too embarrassed to ride the bus, ever again!


#3. Jaybird, MAY or MAY NOT have been on a field trip to the Camden Adventure Aquarium, when she had to have the entire aquarium shut down, for a code Adam. Her daughter, Frankie, who likes to wander, got lost.  Jaybird MAY or MAY NOT have been frantic, searching every square inch of that place in a total panic. Every parent and security guard was also looking for her, and calling her name. But no one could find her. Frankie, MAY OR MAY NOT  have been lost for over an HOUR!! And then, all of a sudden and out of no where, she appeared. Here was Frankie, all on her own, walking straight towards Jaybird and security!

Frankie, (unlike Jaybird) seemed fine, other than being completely soaked from head to toe. She and her purple backpack were absolutely dripping, soaking, wet! The security guards and Jaybird started questioning her, asking where she had been and how she got all wet, but Frankie MAY or MAY NOT have refused to speak. Not a word. 

As a matter of fact, Frankie said nothing the whole way home. She just sat in the back of the mini-van, listening to Jaybird threaten the life out of her, for pulling such a stunt. Even when Jaybird said the dreaded, "Wait until I tell your father!" she stayed completely silent. When Jaybird pulled into the driveway, Frankie was told to go straight to her room. Which she did. She ran straight to her room,  and slammed the door.

 Jaybird got on the phone with The Husband, to tell him her all about her lovely trip, when she heard a suspicious sound coming from Frankie's bedroom. Jaybird, walked into the room and saw Frankie had placed her soaking wet backpack, right smack in the middle of the bed!  Completely incensed,  Jaybird scolded her again, and demanded she take the wet backpack off her comforter. But Frankie wouldn't move.

Jaybird MAY or MAY NOT have heard that weird noise again. Although this time she realized what she heard, was a muffled sound coming from her kid's backpack. And the backpack was moving! Scared, Jaybird said, "Frankie, what's in your backpack?"  She FINALLY, FINALLY broke her silence, as she slowly started to unzip her backpack..She said three words, "I'm keeping it!"

And out of her backpack, Frankie pulled a real, live, baby EMPEROR PENGUIN!!

There you have it! Please vote which stories you think are Fact, and which you think are Fiction! Thanks again, for your  continued participation. I appreciate all comments and/or any "Not My Kid" stories you'd like to share back with me!!

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Game of Thrones Finale, and True Blood Season Premier



What did you all think of The Game of Thrones season finale? Because, holy crap, I LOVED IT! Like, love, love, loved it. I've watched it three times already. 

Here are the top three reasons I loved it so much:
1. The cameo and brief reappearance of Khal Drogo and his son made me cry. Like full on booger cry. Still wish he wasn't dead....but that scene beautifully captured just how much STRONGER  Khaleesi has become. Her facial expression while her dragons torched that sorcerer, said it all!


2. Peter Dinklage IS Tyrion Lannister. He is one of the best casts for a role I have ever seen! Personally, I feel he deserves another Emmy for his epic "Half-Man" speech on the battlements from last week's episode.  His portrayal of Tyrian Lannister is absolutely spot on. Can't help but cheer for him!

3. The White Walkers! BLOODY HELL I got such chills when it looked at Sam, and then screamed.... I almost crapped my pants! What an ending. 

I  can't wait for next season, what about you? Anyone else learning Dothraki? Athchomar chomakea George R.R. Martin. I am a die hard fan and you are made up of all kinds of  awesome for writing these books.

And now, who's looking forward to this Sunday's season premier of True Blood? I have to  admit, (unlike Game of Thrones where they are doing a phenomenal job of keeping to Martin's story lines) HBO and  Allen Ball  have strayed so far from Charlaine Harris's Southern Vampire Series, I have no idea where they are going to to go from here...

Somehow, when I'm watching a shirtless Alcide, I don't really seem to care.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Stalking Hugh Jackman Friday Fact or Fiction Answers

If you didn't read my "Stalking Hugh Jackman, Friday Fact or Fiction" post, you might want to take a look-see at it before reading my answers posted here. I thought you also might want to take a listen to this song, while you read my answers. :)



#1. SORT of FICTION....  OK, so I didn't go to the priest to confess, but I do feel extremely convicted about the lusting..The Husband is generally good-natured about his wife ogling another man, but I have to admit, if the tides were turned, I might have to kick his ass! LOL This is no fair, I  realize that. But The Husband is the most secure person I have ever met. And me, well, probably the most insecure. (I told you we are complete opposites! ) 
Even my kitty is a HJ fan. Her mutant name is Cat-astrophic. Whatever you do, DON'T look  her in the eye,
her mutant power is to blind you with her cuteness and bend your will to hers...









#2. FICTION! There is no restraining order against me and my friends, yet.. (Sorry Ilima, LOL)
#3. FACT. Yep, I'm a weenie!! I talk a good game but holy crow, I was so star struck I got stupid. And acted like a complete moron.  I didn't even remember to snap a dang picture!!! This was the one and only time in my life, when I was truly speechless. Hasn't happened since. I've lived in CA and near NY my whole life. I have encountered plenty of celebrities. This has NEVER happened to me before. I usually play it so cool!(ha ha ha)  

Every once in a while, a friend of mine will call and report they saw HJ out and about in NYC. Apparently, he is very friendly and open to autographs/pictures. If you are a fan, there is a wonderful article about him in Men's Fitness you should read. It's labeled: "HUGH JACKMAN: Hollywood's Baddest Good Guy"  Go check it out.


** I'm just going to go ahead and claim Wolverine the victor in my Darth Vader v. Wolverine match up. My reason why is because I say so..LOL


As always, thanks so much for your continued participation. My followers rock. So, BIG  Thank You!! ~Jaybird