Feelin’ kind of beat up this morning. Being in a hemmed-in situation (via the tethered tripod and knobby-kneed teenager poking me in the back) at Honors Program aggravated my shoulder, knee and back. I am not a woman made for sitting in the bleachers, alas, not even down front, it seems ;) Event took quite a bit longer than expected. Benny took a good look at me when Harry and I got back to dealership and said. “Take a muscle relaxer. We can do without you tonight.” I didn’t argue.
I’ve some other video production-related work to do, not to mention trying to catch up on all your comments, my lovelies, but for now let’s just concentrate on the ravishing creature we celebrate each Friday: the ever-so-thudworthy Sir Guy of Gisborne. The leather! The locks! The eyebrows! The smirk! The Guyliner! It’s all good . . . Sir Guy is fly!
Jack already knows me pretty well, doesn’t he? Take one curious, energetic puppy, add a digging expedition in the Alabama red clay dirt beneath the back deck, and toss in a heavy dew on a cold May morning, and–you get a dirty dawg! And a great little photo-op.
Woke up and Even Worse Knee was being totally stroppy. Rain and thunderstorms are due later. Went and got an ice pack and somewhere on the way back with my meal replacement shake I lost the ice pack.
Don’t ask. Blame it on fibro fog.
Spouse brought me another ice pack before heading to town (I just LOVE that man, I really do!) and after icing, EWK is cussing at me with considerably less enthusiasm. This is good. Now if I can just manage not to trip or fall or do something else to aggravate it. We have the dance recital to shoot this afternoon and I will be playing production assistant and sales consultant.
More good news–we’ve already sold eight DVDS! Benny and Harry made it to part of the dress rehearsal last night after work and several parents hit them up. Here’s one of the photos Benny took last night.
Love the costumes and sets and really looking forward to see the kids perform. But this photo is the one that really made me smile.
Speaking of images that make me smile, a photo I took of my mother at her favorite restaurant, Cracker Barrel, on Mother’s Day. I think she was 80, or thereabouts. Mmmmmwhaaa, Mama, I love you!
This makes me smile, too, of course, and go “awwwww” and “sweeeet” and all that. Richard, darn it, could you be a little less ADORABLE?!
Hope you all have a great day!
Damn, he does clean up well.
That magnificent masculine ”hooter” sniffs out Eau de Forest Boy . . . poor Guy’s nose.
Ah, yes, Wild-Eyed Drunken Man with a Tangled Dirty Mane. My ovaries don’t work anymore and they still explode. Must. have. him. now.
And on the flip side, there’s that softer, sweeter Guy, with a vulnerability that just gets to me. *wibble*
And sometimes he’s just–scary. You don’t want to be on his bad side. And yet–he still thrills me even when his eyes go ice cold and his voice is edged in danger.
And I totally agree. *thud*
NOT that I need to tell you all that.
Nobody does it better–wouldn’t you agree?
I love a wet Guy. Love, love, love . . .
And when he’s sweaty and disheveled and DIRT-TY.
Life’s unfathomable mysteries. This and why the Kardashians exist.
How about some Wet Thorin? Mmmmmmm. Disheveled locks, angsty looks . . . we LIKE.
Gorgeous, aren’t they? Especially that uncle.
But don’t make Uncle angry, OK??
Turns out the great hair is not just an accident, folks.
I told you there was a bit of rivalry . . .
What indeed? Everybody’s falling in love with the majestic, moody dwarf with the magical mane, that’s what!
And we are all dying for him to take us away, take us to-day . . .
A little gem I found on Facebook. Actually, I think Thorin would make a kick-ass Avenger, too. Just sayin’ . . .
Check out this link to IGN’s latest video with Richard, an interview conducted last week during his stint in Sydney. He looks and sounds sublime. And yes, even if some of the questions are the same ol’ same ol’ he gives his responses a fresh spin. Bless his heart!
There he is, looking fierce and fine, dauntless and determined . . . where is Bechep? Or has Lady Oakenshield already been polishing his sword? It does look terribly shiny . . .
Ah yes, the braids, the beard, the mane, the pelt, the majesty, the smoulder . . . Thorin.
There is just a tad of inter-character rivalry going on here . . . but I think they both are consummate hair actors!!
And a long line is now forming . . . no pushing and shoving, ladies. Those lips have–stamina.
Haven’t we all engaged in this little fantasy? Or a version thereof? *thud*
Happy Thorin Thursday to all!!
Apparently my ISP had rather widespread issues today. I couldn’t get connected this morning before Spouse left for work and that didn’t change for hours. Color Me Frustrated.
“Naughty, Bloody Internet! You shouldn’t play such tricks on poor fedoralady . . .”
So now it’s back (except when it suddenly cuts out *sigh*) and I am trying to catch up. I send you kisses . . .
Oh, sorry–not the kisses you were expecting? How about this?
Or how about some dwarf dance lessons? One-two-cha-cha-cha!!
Or maybe you’d just like to gaze adoringly at a certain TDHBEW . . . it’s quite a popular activity amongst the AAA.
Whatever the case may be, I hope you are having a lovely Tuesday. Happy Richarding!
If you haven’t seen this delicious teaser for the Popcorn Taxi video of RA’s Q&A, get thee to their Facebook page and watch:
“What happens in the calendar, stays in the calendar.” Oh RA, you tease, you! We are promised more will follow soon. *sigh* Can’t wait!
Maisie Williams, Arya Stark on one of my favorite shows, Game of Thrones, tweeted this photo of her showing off her very own Arya figurine. I told her Mini-Arya was almost as cute as the real thing. A great actress and just too darned adorable to boot! Oh, those big brown eyes . . .
And speaking of big brown eyes, the latest portrait of our puppy Jack. I am a little biased, but I think he’s absolutely gorgeous.
And here’s his mama, Seabee, free at last from quarantine after her surgery, hale and hearty and so happy to be reunited with her boy and “Uncle” Rascal.
More smiling RA courtesy of Ms. Gigglepants
I am so happy I found other people who are my kind of crazy. It’s great hanging out with all of you. ((hugs))
The last couple of days–wet, chilly and quite FMS-unfriendly–have not strictly been the most productive for me. However, I did get some rest including actual restorative sleep (a rarity for me) involving several really nice dreams. I got up this morning in a happy mood, moving fairly well. Benny and I enjoyed a good cuddle on the sole day each week he doesn’t have to get up and head to the salt mines. Amongst his many fine qualities, he’s an extremely cuddly kind of dude.
I’ve been visiting Facebook and snaffling some images and words of wisdom and inspiration I enjoyed, as well as playing with some images of Mr. A. Thought I would share them with you all as I hope you are having a restful, fun, inspiring kind of Sunday (or good Monday, as the case may be).
And some in all ways: looks, personality, character. *sigh*
courtesy of Joane Severin at Facebook
Courtesy of Ms. Gigglepants via Twitter and Tumblr
Courtesy of My Life-My Rules-My Attitude at Facebook
Still awake. Listening to the crashing waves courtesy of the sound machine. It’s the most realistic of the assorted sounds available, and it is soothing. Almost time for hubs to get up. Might as well wait now and see him off before I try to attempt sleep. Knee still being a (literal) pain, along with the old pleurisy adhesions.
Meanwhile–it’s Guyday Friday! Whoo-hoo! I definitely need you this week, my tall dark and toothsome knight. Not that I don’t every week, every day.
Your intensity, your dogged determination, your passion, the sweet, tender side you rarely show, that vulnerability that still surfaces, that chivalric nature we see regarding your beloved–and yes, that gobsmacking beauty. I will never get over you. But then again, I don’t have to. You ARE So Not Dead.
And I totally agree with both sentiments, Sir Guy.
I will catch up with comments later, I hope you all have a great Guyday Friday wherever you are!
Last night I watched “Snow White and the Huntsman.” What can I say, I liked the villain of the piece best of all–Charlize Theron as the mad evil Queen lusting after the heart of her stepdaughter to provide her with the immortal beauty and youth she craves. Snow White was OK, but I certainly am glad Bilbo beat her out for Best Hero. She just didn’t–inspire me. I wasn’t particularly rooting for her.
As for Snow’s dwarves, well, they were a rather crotchety, crafty bunch, played by a cast of familiar Brit character actors given human dwarf bodies through the magic of CGI. Good performances, but they just weren’t Bilbo’s dwarves. And not a Thorin amongst them to put inappropriate thoughts in a girl’s head. They didn’t have his romantic mane of hair, his noble profile, his soulful, beautiful eyes, his deafening roar, his majesty. *sigh*
So, as more and more folks get their TH DVDs, the continued thudding, squeeing, drooling and sighing over a certain vertically-challenged hottie takes place around the world. Wonder how many DVDs/Blu-rays have almost been paused and rewound and slo-moed to death already?
Did we ever think we’d feel this way about a sweaty, hairy, almost 200-year-old dwarf? No, we didn’t. But we DO.
I found a few GIFs on Twitter I thought I would also share with you. Oh, the joys of Thorin smiling!!
Someone suggested RA was doing his John the Baptist imitation here with his attire. Whoa–a bit wobbly, are we?? From PJ’s sneak peek of the second film.
Bilbo, that’s just what so many of us want to do–leap into Thorin’s strong arms!
I quite like peacocks. Wouldn’t mind having some out here except the dogs would like not give them any peace. Those gorgeous shades of green and blue, such a feast for the eyes!. Our late, lamented cat Smokie used to sit outside the hall closet door and cry for the large peacock feather (purchased at a cat show we attended) that she knew was tucked away inside there. Fantastic kitty fun!! That pussy loved her peacock plume!
I like peacocks so much I have some peacock-related items on the way:
To give my updos a bit of color, two of these peacock hair clips.
And for those moments when hot flashes hit or it’s simply a sticky summer’s day in south Alabama, how lovely it will be to whip out this pretty, peacock-ish hand fan and cool down in style.
Peacock earrings, for those times I want a bit of bling. All the above not likely to be worn/used at once.
But what, pray tell, do all these things have to do with Sir Guy?
Well, wouldn’t you say our proud, vain, beautiful henchman was just a wee bit of a peacock?
Just as a male peacock would do, Sir Guy likes to present his–er–plumage and show it off for the ladies. He knows what they want to see. And he’s quite proud of it.
In honor of Sir Guy and Guyday Friday, here’s my little tongue-in-cheek captioned fanvid tribute to not just the Hot Velvet Henchman, but several of the CReAtor’s delectable characters.
“Whatcha waiting for, it’s time for you to show it off–
“Come on baby, let me see what you’re hiding underneath. . .”