Shhhh....I'm listening to Ian McShane's voice rumbling in my head.

The Super Bowl commercials kinda sucked this year.

My favorite part of the whole thing was when they showed the new convertible Camaro that is coming out this spring.

I wants it.  I needs it.  My Precious.

My second favorite.  My brief flash of the the next movie that will get obscene amounts of my money....because I plan on retreating to the theater as often as possible to spend 2 hours in heaven with two of my biggest celebrity crushes - Ian McShane and Johnny Depp - in Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides.

*excuse me...my hubs just informed me that I was drooling again.*

My third favorite part of the Super Bowl.....eh.  I got so distracted by the sound of Ian McShane's voice, I kinda forgot to pay attention to the rest of it.  Sorry. 

*I don't care if anyone else likes this....I'm linking it simply so I can come back and listen to it as much as I want without having to track it down every time.*






Seriously.  Watch Deadwood.  Something about the way that man says "fuck" makes you just want to. 

Neglectful

I have been slightly neglectful of this blog for the past two days.  I'd apologize, but it'd be a lie.  Because the reason that I've been MIA is because I became slightly obsessed with this fanfic novel that I've been reading online called "Wide Awake" (by AngstGoddess).  It was really, REALLY good.  I'm serious.  Hands down, The. Best. fanfic I have ever read.

It's technically a fanfic based off the characters of Twilight.  I very rarely like fanfic (to be completely honest, I only like the smutty short stories about my favorite fiction couples.  Don't judge.  A girl's gotta have her literary porn).  But the names and couplings are the ONLY things that this story has in common with the original.  It is dark.  And sad.  Of course there's a happy ending, but I literally cried my way through 1/2 the story.

This.  Except Bella's covered in knife wounds and Edward is covered in burn scars.  And no one is a vampire.  And there's no obnoxious Jacob. Which is really the best thing about this book.

After all that angst and darkness, I'm ready to move on to somewhat lighter fare.

LIKE THE SUPER BOWL!!

I don't have a dog in this hunt, but I'll be lovingly providing my hubs and sons with spinach dip and drinks while my hubs cheers for the Steelers and my oldest son cheers for the offense.

 

But really, I'm just watching to see this dude.  He's hot.  And I really want to play with his hair.

Oh, and as an update:  I'm pretty sure we're gonna be rolling into Mardi Gras with a 3.5 year old still in fucking diapers.  The kid is stubborn.  I don't know where he gets it.