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Guyday Friday: LW feeling poorly. Kitten feeling frisky. Sir Guy as gorgeous as ever.


“I seem to have–picked up–something on the way in,” Sir Guy said drily, glancing down toward his boots.

Ladywriter, who was nursing a confounded earache along with a bout of TMJ, clasped a heated rice bag to the side of her head as she peered in the direction of the TDHSK.

“Well, I hope you didn’t pick up any ‘deposits’ left by Buddy or Rascal while you were playing with them to track through the house,” she replied, giving him one of those “stern teacher” looks through her spectacles. “I have reminded you about scraping those big, beautiful feet before, you know.”

(She was a little touchy today.)

Sir Guy shook his head. “No–t’would be one small feline attached to my left leg.” Raising said leg, Sir Guy smirked as he shook it. Scarlett Kitten was firmly attached to his leather-shod calf, her bright little eyes gleaming as she dug her sharp little claws in tighter. She loved using Sir Guy as a portable climbing post. Heck, she just loved Sir Guy, period. But then, didn’t all females with the Good Taste Gene feel the same way?

Happy Guyday Friday, y’all! Now, back to that heated rice bag . . . *sigh*




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Guyday Friday: Has the big cat met his match?


“Gosh, I am chilly!” Ladywriter buttoned the cheery red velour bed jacket she was wearing over her equally cheery rose print pajamas. She’d tried to get her hair dry. ‘Twas not an evening to go to bed with a damp mop of hair.

“Feels like winter has arrived tonight . . .” Scarlett Kitten, who was cuddled up on the soft fleece throw across her hooman mama’s lap, apparently agreed.

“Ah . . . wearing your Harry and Gerri-esque night attire, I see,” came a certain delicious dark chocolate rumble.

Must be checking in to make sure those Esquire pics haven’t made me forget what day of the week it is.

“Well, hullo, Sir Guy . . . Happy Guyday Friday!” LW said.  A sleepy-eyed Scarlett stretched, gave a “chirrup” and hurried to greet her favorite Hot Velveteen Henchman. Sir Guy scooped her up and soon had the fuzzy creature clasped firmly around his wrist in a vigorous wrestling match.

“OWWWW.” Sir Guy made a face. “Erm–my, what–sharp–teeth and claws you have for un petit chat.” He shot LW a look from beneath those arched brows as his mouth twisted in a wry smirk. “You would envision me in this Floppy Black Pirate Shirt instead of my leathers. They gave me some degree of protection.”


Ladywriter smiled. “Surely ’tis but a flesh wound for such as you, my darling Sir Guy?” Her smile broadened, a definite glimmer of mischief in her bespectacled blue eyes. “Not going to let a fellow feline, and such a small one, get the best of you . . .”


A disdainful sniff. “Certainly NOT.” He managed, and not without some effort, to detach the boisterous Scarlett from his wrist–only to have her spring onto his shoulder. Scarlett proceeded to rub her face against his stubbled check as she purred extravagantly, then settled down to make herself comfortable. She loved being up so high . . .


Sir Guy rolled his eyes heavenward and sighed.  “Females. Always trying to wrap me around their little finger–or paw, as it were.”


“As if you weren’t doing the same thing to all of us poor, susceptible females who cannot resist your smouldering charms?”

~~~ A deep, dark chuckle. “Welllllll . . .”







Happy Guyday Friday!! 😉

And I’m not gonna let me it bother me tonight . . . Real Life and Fan Stuff


I am trying to be more relaxed about things in general. And tonight I am feeling pretty mellow, all things considered. Baby (aka Scarlett) is “nursing” (purring lustily with her little mouth pressed to my arm, kneading away).

I am watching TCM and resting my knee (more to come about that). I’ve enjoyed seeing the screencaps and video snippets re the fan event today and reading Perry’s first-hand account of her experiences.  And simply wallowing in some new images of our favorite actor.

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Long, lean, handsome, ever-expressive RA with his frayed Prada top and leather and nape curls and jeans that don’t look as if they’d cut off his circulation for a change. 😉   Lovely man. Love that he reportedly stopped and posed for a pic with a fan even though security was trying to shoo the fan away. Just a nice guy. I have such great taste in men–the kind to marry and the kind to crush on–if I do say so myself. 😉



“Are you ready for this?” Richard addresses the camera in the latest vlog from Sir Peter.  Screencap from Me + Richard Armitage. Oh, Richard, I was born ready . . .

The truth is,  I’ve been stressing quite a bit of late–about finances (WAY too much month at the end of the money for us, and applying for disability isn’t a quick process).  About the amount of STUFF weighing me down in the psychic sense, between this house and the farmhouse, although I have managed to sell more of my jewelry; about my FMS, which seems to be getting worse (although our weather has been yo-yoing a bit and that makes a difference with FMS and arthritis, which I also have).

Today I wrenched Even Worse Knee, squashing my plans to go in early, deliver a ring I’d sold, watch the live stream on a decent connection and attend rehearsals (our first night off-book). In the wee hours when I couldn’t sleep I had been muttering my lines to myself, wanting to make sure I didn’t dry up or have to call “line” during the rehearsal. I want to be good. I WILL be good.

Apparently the rumor (according to the other play’s director) is I’m “very good” playing a wealthy lush. Certainly no typecasting there . . . this acting stuff does grow on you.

Anyhow, I didn’t see the live stream–or should I say, attempt to watch it, as previous attempts have been largely frustrating and futile–I just rested and waited for things to start popping up and it didn’t take long (thank you, fellow RA bloggers, you ROCK).


Another screencap provided by the delightful Servetus. *sigh*

My ever-supportive husband has gently asked me not to get “manic” about stuff and I really am doing my best to stay copacetic about life in general, and about being part of this fandom in particular. Because fan stuff is supposed to be fun, and me getting all wound up and exacerbating my FMS over being a little late to the party–well, that isn’t fun.


And I truly believe Richard wants us to be good to ourselves as well as others. And to have fun. And chocolate ice cream. Now if only I could have chocolate ice cream WITH Richard. Yummm.


Hey, I think he’s giving the idea two thumbs up!! COOL.

And, oh yeah, I’ve come up with a great idea for a humane society fundraiser involving the rivalry between Auburn and Alabama, written another story for the local paper about our wonderful new art gallery and written about it at my other blog (shameless self-promo. Please check out the link here with lots of pretty pictures) : http://angieklong.wordpress.com/2013/11/04/a-sleepy-southern-downtown-is-waking-up-again/

And I am planning to have a BIG yard sale to make some money, get rid of some of this stuff that feels like an albatross around my neck, and raise more funds for our humane society. Scarlett gives that two paws up! 😀

Now, to line up the minions to help me with it all . . . 1045081_659293790750839_1808054508_n

Think these guys would be available??

Thorin TheRApy: New trailer to debut Tuesday . . . & a word for Mr. A.


DoSCalendar-02Will we see a fierce Thorin on the Great Barrel Ride? Image from Richard Armitage Net from another 2014 DoS Calendar.

Just to catch you all up: After fighting a murderous vascular headache over the weekend and missing our Lowndes Academy Homecoming Dance shoot for PRP, things improved Monday. Monday night I spent with my fellow thespians doing a skeletal blocking of “Dying for a Drink.”  We have the challenge of fine-tuning the logistics of six actors working within a small space–one part of a banquet room serving as our “stage” and with only one actual door to use.  We had to put on our thinking caps. I, of course, wear a drinking cap for this little production. 😉 They all seem to like my performance as a drunken widow (who gets increasing drunk and accusatory as the play progresses). I love doing it. It’s a win-win sitch!

Now, back to Mr. Armitage and the world’s sexiest dwarf.  I missed out on all those posts relating to the DoS trailer being confirmed to debut today (Tuesday). Am I worked up into a blissful lather about this? Not really, because I have so much else on my mind (and I have to go assist with photo taking tomorrow at our Second Chance Rescue, so can’t stay up too late). Nevertheless, it will be most pleasant if we get some new images and sound bites of the Majestic One.

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Snaffled from Servetus at me + Richard Armitage. He’s bee-yooo-tiful in blue.

And what do you suppose we will see of TO himself ?   The barrel ride pictured at top (that is a portion of the upcoming film I eagerly anticipate. Wet, roaring Thorin is always welcome here) seems likely. Surely one of the most action-packed sequences of the film not involving a battle . . .


Thorin, looking all manly and rough-hewn in his more rustic new threads?


Thorin, in his old threads and The Pelt (where are you, Lady 0akenshield?), weapon ready and ready to get his fierce on? *hubba hubba*


Is that an almost Guy-like smoulder I glimpse there? Hoping to see a few of those myself–especially around those high-falutin’ fancy pants dwarves. *sniff*

Well, I suppose we will all know pretty soon. Oh, and one more thing. OK, Mr. Armitage, I understand it if you see yourself as a dog person. Hey, they are friendly and faithful and funny and great companions. I love them, too! I have visualized some of your chaRActers playing with my own pooches on more than one occasion. But I have one word—



She’s beautiful, sweet, friendly and she’ll charm the cotton socks right off of you, Mr. A.  AND she has a bit of a naughty side, too. 😉

You just haven’t met the right pussycat yet.  *purrrrrrrrrr*

Happy early birthday to me. Meet Scarlett.


BeFunky_null_1.jpgMy very kind, generous and lovely fairy godmother is responsible for me being able to adopt this beautiful little fluff ball today. Scarlett has been living at the Greenville Animal Shelter since July. Now approx. 15 weeks old, she is a lively, curious, affectionate, boisterous, adorable long-haired calico who has already stolen my heart. My birthday is still a week away, but I feel as if I’ve already received a most wonderful gift. I do believe this motherless kitten will help mend a somewhat bruised and battered old heart. Thank you, Fairy Godmama, you did it again.  You’re a treasure!



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