Valkyrie's Aerie

Yearning to Be Free... And I Will Be

I'm not doing so hot at work. I am distracted, restless and yearning to breathe free. It's getting to the point where I can't sit still. I long to escape work. I take any opportunity I can to escape. To be me and do what I love to do. To live, to write and to enjoy life. I want to kiss a stranger and dance in the rain. I will do it, too. I'm going to let that passionate beast inside of me out to play.

I am dreaming of being free. I am filling out on-line applications to jobs in states across the country. As soon as I land another job, I plan on quitting, cashing out my pension and moving. (After I pay some outstanding bills, that is.) Moving! Away from my parents. Away from this craptacular house and this life. I want --and deserve-- a new one.

I have filled out 30 applications and sent my resume out to about 5 different job search sites. I guess I will see what turns up.

Five Vampires I Would Like to Stake

(No, not an euphenism for anything dirty)

These are all vampires from film that have annoyed me. Therefore, must be staked. (In film. Characters only.)

5. Craven from Underworld

4. Barnabus Collins ( A creepy vampire from a lame-weird supernatural soap called Dark Shadows)

3. Lothos from Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie (Rutger Hauer)

2. The rest of the Twilight crew, yes, even Bella

1. Edward

 

Damn Yankees

There is one thing don't think people are entitled to know: The intimate details of a cheating celebrity husband.. who cares? It's the business between him and his wife.

So Tiger cheated on his wife. It's their mess, their business, their responsibility. He's not a perfect person.

Just leave them alone to either fix the marriage or get divorced. Stop meddling in lives, you damn paparazzi! Damn paparazzi!!!!!

Then there is Adam Lambert, from A. Idol...one of the contestants from that crappy show. The only one that I liked.

What a gay guy does on stage at a concert, which really wasn't any worse than what the heterosexuals did, certainly isn't worth tearing him down over. Oh sure, people say it isn't about him being gay and that they hated the other licentious acts, but really? It is about him being a homosexual. Even if people say otherwise.

I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel light when you’re gone away

The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away

‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel light when you’re gone away

They're out to getcha!

Superman Gets His Rocks Off

 

 

I love old timey comics—their corniness, their willingness to make the heroes appear as though they are either a) idiots or b) complete and utter jerkwads.

Usually, it’s Superman that comes off as an ass, but this time, it’s Jimmy Olsen trying to make Supes look like a fool.  It appears that, for some reason, Supes is telling the world about the ONE thing that could kill him.  Why?  He’s an idiot.  Yeah, he’s posing with fool’s kryptonite, but still….I sure wouldn’t be supplying the world with information about what could kill me.  Or taking a picture with it, either.

And Jimmy is about to spring a cruel gift upon his friend: the SIXTH form of kryptonite.  (Apparently, that rock is real.)

I’ve read somewhere that different colors of kryptonite do different things to Superman.  Hmm. I wonder what the rainbow kryptonite does to him… Does it make him “festive”?

Curious minds may never know. 

Happy Turkey Day

Today was a good day, full of food and cheer. I didn't eat much pie, but I compensated with lots of nutritious salad.

I DO have a cousin who is remarkably like Ned Flanders, with a wife that could almost be Maude. They even have two sons.

They're nice enough, but strictly Christian, in a slightly condescending way. It bothers me. They are so Christian, they don't consider Catholics to be Christian....and Catholism has been around a lot longer than their Baptist denomination has... (And if Catholics AREN'T Christian, just when did Christianity start? When Luther bolted from the Mother Church?)

(And of course, they believe that in order to be a decent person, you HAVE to be a Christian. Ugh.) But really, other than that little ....theological foible, they are decent folks with sweet, slightly creepy kids.

My parents weren't feeling well. Both of them looked tired and sick. I think they should have stayed home, and if I get the cold/flu, I'm blaming my Dad.

All in all, it was the best Thanksgiving I ever had. It was nice to feel loved and be in the company of family that I am beginning to tolerate again.

Marvel Zombies....Treat at the end

Funny Story ~or~ Bonehead of the Day Award

Monday morning, I drug myself out of bed.  It took all the consciousness I had to run a brush through the curly tangle that is my hair.  I ambled sluggishly through the house in a half-way triumphant struggle to get prepared for work.  The only reason I’m even half-way successful is because I got mostly ready on that Sunday evening.

I moved like a zombie out to the car, groaning all the while.  Gnnnngh.  Gnnnnng!  I definitely did not want to move my sweet ass anywhere, least of all to where I earn my keep.  I like my job and am grateful I have it, 

I don’t remember my bus ride, as I think I slept on the way.  It is possible for me to do, as the people who ride the shuttle are not homicidal maniacs. (As far as I know.)  They are all nice people, and I see most of them day after day and talk to them too.  Well, not on Monday because I was snoozing, but you get the idea.

I trudge into work and do my thing for about an hour and a half.  As I was going to get something, I noticed that my name is on the Not In list on my unit’s board.  I go to my supervisor and asked about it.  We consulted the vacation calendar and it turns out…

That I have all this week off.

I went in to work on Monday needlessly.

Five "Cougar" Songs

Five Great Cougar Songs

(As promised!)

They are also in no particular order. I'm not playing favorites! :)

1. Stacy's Mom (Has Got It Going On) by Fountains of Wayne.

2. Mrs. Robinson by Simon and Garfunkel. Ok, so it was used in The Graduate where the young man hooks up with his love interest's mother.

3. Maggie by Rod Stewart. A young man, led away from his home and friends, to grace a cougar's bed and to save her from loneliness. Meow!

4. All I Want To Do Is Make Love To You by Heart. Some lonely chick picks up a young man and...well..."plants" a seed with him. I am that lonely chick! So watch out, younger men! Someone is on the prowl!

5. I'm Hot For Teacher by Van Halen. So it isn't about a cougar, maybe, but it's pretty close It could work, being a little open for interpretation.