Beale Street: Meet the Animals

So chapter four of Beale Street has a lot of horse stuff in it, so I thought I'd do a little explaining here.

Before I get started, let me introduce you to Fraggs and Louie:

Ok, so on to the horses. I don't have a picture of Serenade. She was born, but never got a chance to grow up. It's a long story that I don't really want to go into it. Suffice it to say, I don't have a picture of her. I looked online for one of a horse that I imagine would look similar, but none fit the bill. She was chestnut, which is a bright, coppery orange and had white stockings and a white blaze.

Here's Moose:

And here's a Grand Prix rider/horse. The rider is Isabel Werth and her horse is Satchmo. I love him--he's a nutcase, but when he's on he'll bring tears to your eyes. This is the highest level of dressage you can get to. It takes years.

And here's a video of a top ranked rider doing a freestyle. The quality isn't great, but the commentary helps you to understand a little more about what's going on.

And I will leave you with a picture of the glasses that Edward buys at Graceland. Sexy, huh?

Beale Street: Chapter One

So I'm posting my fic. Eep. It's scary. But the story just popped into my head one afternoon and I had to get it out. I've been working on it a couple of months and I've finally worked up the courage to share it. You can check it out here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5936880/1/

Reviews make me feel loved. You want me to feel loved, don't you? ;)

Anyway, I thought I'd post some pics here to set the mood. I'm going to try and do this with every chapter, so check back if you're interested!

Faulkner.

This picture was taken during the Depression by a photographer who was working for the WPA. Check out The Library of Congress website for more.

Bill the mule.

Artist: George Hunt. I envision art like this on the walls of the bar.

The original Casino. Was located in Nags Head, NC.

Beale Street. Notice the sign in the upper left hand corner. ;)

Random Shit: The Post That Keeps On Changing

I've been working on getting this post up for like three days now. It's going up tonight come come hell or high water. At first it was just going to be about my new favorite part of Rob's body. Then I needed to add in a special Thank You to LionLovinLamb of Twiangle fame for my fucktacular Valentine's Day loot. Then I decided that I should talk about Full-Sized Carlisle and his exploits at the Super Bowl party. THEN they started releasing all those video clips from Remember Me and I'm being a total spoiler h00r and watching all of them. And last, but so far from least it's not even funny, there are the set pics from Bel Ami. Which really deserve their own post. I might get to that. But probably not.

Ok. Onto business.

Now we all know that there are all sorts of different types of RobPorn out there. We lust over the jaw, the hair, the mouth, the hands. But I have a new kind of RobPorn. His thumbs. I fucking love his thumbs. And not just the digit itself. The thumb, the area below the thumb, the part in between the thumb and the pointer finger. Bex has shortened this into what we will from here on out refer to as "The Square Thumb" or TST. I love TST. Unnaturally, unabashedly, and without regret. Here are some examples.

This first picture is one that I did and sent to RobsSwissMiss, trying to explain TST to her. Don't be jealous of my mad photoshopping skillz. Side note: Look how close TST is to the promised land. *died*

A prime example of TST. Just....ungh.

Another good one. I will admit (while ducking) that I don't think much good came out of this shoot. But here we see the whole hand, highlighted by some glorious TST.

Next order of business:

So I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant now.

I saved all of these and I don't remember where from, but they are all over. You can Google it.

I just don't really have words. There are just so many reasons this works for me. Reason number one: it's Rob. Reason number two: he's smoking. Reason number three: he's in period clothing. I'm a historian. I get off on that shit. And I like that time period. I'm just....ungh. That's all. I can't talk about it any more.

Moving on...I would like to give a very special shout out/thank you/virtual hug to LionLovinLamb. She sent me a goody bag full of wonderment and it made me happy because I generally hate V-Day, but when it's filled with cupcakes and unicorns and Robward I can't help but love it. So thanks hooker. I love ya! :-)

And finally, I will leave you with this:

Yep. I just...yep. The end.

The One Where She Jizzes Over Carlisle....

I promised RobsSwissMiss that I would be productive with her yesterday, and I failed miserably. I am willing to take whatever punishment she deems suitable.

*crosses fingers for a good spanking*

Ok, well the first (and probably the only) order of business has got to be Carlisle. Especially since Bex (aka Princess Spankhappy) just called me Carlisle's Bitch on Twitter. It's true. I am. I fucking love Peter Facinelli. I mean, I love Rob. I lust after Rob. I would do dirty, dirty things to Rob. But I loooooooooove Peter. But anyway, back to Carlisle. I fucking loooooooove him too. So much so that I bought this:

Yeah, you're seeing that right. That's a full-sized Carlisle. See, I fooled everyone. Because you thought that if I ever actually did it, I'd go with the full-sized Edward. But if I'm gonna share my home with a giant, creepy cardboard standup, it's definitely gonna be Carlisle. The doctor is fucking in, bitches!!!

*confession time*

My favorite fic Carlisle is Emancipation Proclamation Carlisle. How fucked up is that?? I love him. Hard. Even when he's threatening to kill people...gets me all hot and bothered. Tourturing an innocent girl? Kinda hot. And the *really* fucked up part? I can't even read dom/sub fics because that shit scares me. I started Master of the Universe and and had to stop because I was having panic attacks over it. My head is a very fucked up place.

*side note*

I read somewhere recently that Peter said something about how he was going to start reading fic. This scares me a little. But if he does, I would like to suggest to him that he start with EP and then call me to compare notes. And perhaps read aloud to me a few scenes of my choosing.

Ok, so back to RL Peter...did you know that I went to the mall to see him? The only member of the Twi-cast that I've seen in person. And I almost want to keep it that way. Pure, virginal...my first time. Plus I think that if I ever saw Rob in person (and was as close to him as I was to Peter) I would do something stupid. I would try really hard not to, but I can't make any promises. That is not to say that I didn't act like a super human moron when I saw Peter, it's just....different.

Anyway, two tickets to the gun show, anyone?

I was a bad superfan and did not pay to meet Peter or have anything signed by him. The line was stupidly long and filled with those fans who make you ashamed to be associated with Twilight. So I stood in front of the stage and yelled inappropriate things to him, not making anyone around me ashamed to be associated with Twilight. Naturally.

So, to wrap this #jizzfest up, I'm hoping that my full-size Carlisle comes in before February 7. That is both the day that I am hosting a Super Bowl party and the day where I celebrate the one year anniversary of breaking up with my cheating, emotionally abusive ex. Carlisle *so* needs to be there to join in the festivities. And while me, Carlisle, and all our friends celebrate said anniversary and the Saints winning the big game (*wink wink*) douchbag ex will be home alone because he's not invited to the party. Don't think I didn't plan that shit on purpose.

*P.S*

Last week was my homegirl Leighann's birthday. Happy Birthday bitch!!! You're a quarter of a century old and still younger than me. Whatever. We had a party...it was wild. Wanna see a picture? Here:

Goodbye 2009! Don't Let The Door Hit Ya On The Way Out!

I'm not gonna lie, 2009 was not the best year for me. But instead of dwelling on the bad, I'm gonna be positive about the good shit.

First off, this guy came in May. He is honestly one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I know I've said that before, but it's true. I can be having the worst day, and holding him makes it all go away. Kinda like how Bella had to hold the little monster/weirdness that she "gave birth" to so she wouldn't kill Jake. Actually, that's really similar. I have to be holding Landen when I'm in the presence of my ex or I will go insane. Interesting.

Last year (2008) my horse Jack had to have surgery to remove a cyst that was right below his eye in his sinus cavity. It was the scariest thing I have ever been through. They were pretty sure that it was malignant until they went in and saw that it was just a benign growth. But when they cut into his skull, it cracked all the way across his face. For almost a year he had giant sores where the pieces of bone were making their way out of his skin. He contracted MRSA and had to be isolated for 4 months...the list goes on. Anyway, he's been completely healed and healthy since the spring, a full year after the initial surgery. I had to make some tough decisions during that time, but I really grew as a person and came out of the ordeal a lot stronger. And I still have my boy with me and that's the most important thing.

30 staples...yuck, huh?

The day that the ex moved in with me in June of 2001, I brought home a kitten that I got at a feed and seed. He was locked in a hamster cage, dirty and sick and I had to take him. The ex lost his shit and almost broke up with me over it (should have been sign number 1) but he finally calmed down and we kept him. Spike was the coolest cat. Even people who hated cats loved Spike...he was just a badass bitch of a cat, didn't take shit from anyone, and was totally in charge of the household. He started losing weight last spring, starting drinking a lot of water, and I knew what was going on. I hesitated taking him to the vet; when I did, they said it was his kidneys. That was on my birthday in June. The first person that I wanted to talk to after getting that news was the ex. But he was at Bonnaroo with his 21 year old girlfriend (they planned that trip while we were still together...yeah) and I realized that even if we were still together, he would be gone and I would have to deal with the shit myself. I realized that I didn't need his support (not that there was any ever, really) and that I could get through it on my own. I made the decision not to hospitalize Spike; I brought home fluids and an IV and treated him at home. That was in June, and I made the decision to let him go on August 26. It was hard, but it was time. He died in my arms peacefully and a lot of issues that I had surrounding my ex and our breakup were resolved. I will always be in debt to Spike for allowing me that.

And, speaking of breakups, I broke up with fuckwit on February 7. He had cheated on me once before, we got back together, and he started "hanging out" with this bitch he worked with last year. I wasn't comfortable with it, told him so, and he said I was just crazy and jealous. But I'm sorry, a 31 year old man should not be "hanging out" with a 21 year old girl while his girlfriend of 7 years is home asleep. Anyway, we broke up, I don't miss the bitch, and I realize I should have stayed away from him after the first time. Whatever. What's done is done and I'm a stronger person. I still wish him lots of physical and emotional harm, which is something that I need to work on, but I'm a totally different person now.

I'm with this guy now. haha

My brother is an alcoholic and the past year has been tough. There's a lot more to be said about it, but it is what it is. It sucks and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. He's in rehab now (for the 3rd time) and I hope he gets better. But from this situation, I think I've learned not to judge people so quickly. You don't know what others have going on in their personal lives. I know there were several days (weeks...all the time) that I really had to struggle to keep it together at work and I appreciate the people who cut me some slack. It's also made me realize that little petty shit is just that--petty. Think about what you're bitching about and who you're bitching to before you open your mouth. That's easier said than done, but it's a good thing to keep in the back of your mind. (FTR, I am the queen of bitching about stupid shit).

My good friend Tom passed away the week of Thanksgiving. He'd been struggling with cancer for several years, and was stronger than I can ever imagine being. Through it all he remained upbeat, optimistic, and always cheerful. There's so much more that I need to say about him, but I'm really at a loss for words. Everyday that I walk through the doors to work I miss him. But I will be eternally grateful for everything that he taught me.

I do this everyday for him.


And last, but certainly not least, there's this *points to all of you*. I don't have words for the awesomeness that is this community. This is my happy place. And maybe that's weird to some people, but I know you all understand exactly what I'm talking about. And I can't fucking wait until June. I get Eclipse, Chicago, and Bex for 2 whole fucking weeks!!!! I can't even talk about it because I get so worked up and excited! But really, I have made some awesome friends here; I love you all. I don't have casual friends. If you're my friend, you're my family and I feel that way about you all. *gush*

I will leave this post and 2009 with a poem that my homegirl RobsSwissMiss wrote for me. This shit made my heart grow three sizes that day. ;-)

RSM's Ode to Meg

We're online soul mates, no need to vote

Whoever doubts will get punched in the throat.

She pimps me on Twitter, and smacks a bitch good,

Ebonics is preferred, cuz she knows RSM's hood.

She pushes the product, like CW&IA

Now I'm jonesin' for ink in the very worst way.

We speak the same language, it all starts with "fuck",

And she gets my humor, evern when it's run amuck.

Mr. Swiss stands waiting, for I'm loony bin bound,

But I know my girl Meg is the bestest around.

*collective awwwwwww*

I heart you, RSM. And I heart all of you bitches.

*2009 out*

The "Meg Is Lazy" Christmas Post...3 Days Late

For the past week I've been all like, "I'm gonna write some shit about Christmas." Yeah, well, that never happened. I think I have a half-finished post save somewhere on here, but I'm too lazy to read and edit it.


Christmas kinda sucked. My brother is in rehab and *still* has not called to say hi, fuck you, or Merry Christmas. Seriously. He's such a little shit. Everyone's broke, so that kind of sucks. And then Christmas eve, through the fuckery that is Facebook, I saw that my ex was taking his fucking cheating cunt bitch girlfriend home with him for Christmas. I don't know why this bothered me so much, because I could really care less about both of them, but I was close to his family and I miss them and I want her to die. On top of that, I was sleeping in the same room that my friend Tom stayed in all summer while getting stem cell therapy and that made me miss him like a mother fucker and cry a lot.



But anyway, now I'm at the beach and even though I have to go back to work tomorrow, I love being home. My cats are happy, my dogs are happy, and the parakeet doesn't seem any less unhappy. So instead of elaborating on all the bullshit, here are some pictures.


I love you all and hope that you had a great holiday. I have to say that I was able to maintain some sanity by hanging out and drinking with all of you awesome people on twitter every night. I wish we all lived closer so that we could do in in person every night. :-)

My road...this is why I love being home.

My back yard...again, why I love being home.


Turtle playing ball.

Papa P. made waffles for Christmas morning. Very nom.

My little monkey...his first Christmas. :-)

Mimosa?

Papa P. making nog Christmas Eve

Oysters...nom nom nom

Me and Leighann made dogs treats. We had an audience.

Landen opening his stocking.

Dog Shirts and Toothless Guys With Rob On Top

Before I get started, Bex needs a cupcake. Here ya go love. Lick the icing off first. ;-)

Ok. Now that that piece of business is out of the way, let me just say that this is gonna be a random one.

I've been promising Bex that Turtle has pictures for her since like, forever ago, and have been too blah to actually download them off of my camera. But I'm gonna do it tonight! I swear. (See, Past Meg is writing this and Future Meg is going to post it later tonight. Magic.)

Fire Crotch sent me pictures of the shirts that she bought for her guys and I just knew that T had to have a shirt. And I found the perfect one. It says, "What if I'm not a superhero? What if I'm the bad guy?" That describes him to a T (haha...pun intended, bitches!). He's like a super-human moron (pat on the back if you know where that came from. Don't be ashamed...you know you do). So anyway, the shirt came in last week and I was so impressed that it fit him (FC and I discussed this....the ones she ordered fit too. It's hard to fit my dogs because they're like body builders and their chests are really wide. If you have big dogs, order an XXL from CafePress. You won't be disappointed). Turtle hates wearing clothes, which is unfortunate since I buy a lot for him.

I put the shirt on him and we watched Twilight (natch). He was glued to the screen. When the scene that's described on his shirt came on, he insisted I take a picture. Him and his Uncle Robward, partners in mind-reading, virgin-deflowering, I-wanna-suck-yer-blood crime. *sigh* I'm a proud mama. Here he is in all his glory:

So that's random shit number one. Random shit number two goes along with the fact that I decided to cancel Christmas Sunday morning because I didn't feel good, my family is all kinda fucked up right now, my house was a mess, I hate my neighbors, I didn't get to see Jack all week, and I was PMSing. I texted this to Leighann, who promptly wrote back, "Snap out of it bitch! We're going to get Christmas trees tonight!" Groan. I had the baby all day and drug (dragged? What's correct here? No, I don't have an English degree. Ok, I do, but it's in creative writing and we don't have to use correct grammar if we don't want to. Plus, I'm from BFE Carolina/Virginia and talk like a super-human moron sometimes) Justin with me to a kiddie Christmas party. Bless him. We got back and Justin bailed (bitch) and me, Brad, Leighann, Landen, and BigBabyD went to get trees. It was sumpthin. Here's me with the toothless dude who secured it to the roof of my car for me. He was nice.

Brad helped me get the tree in a stand and into my house, and as we stood there admiring it, he asked if I'd ever had a Christmas tree up in my own house before. The answer to that is no because DouchBag ex always thought it was too messy and he just wanted to go home to his mama's house to enjoy a Christmas tree. Brad shook his head and set forth the following proclamation: From this day on, we will always have Christmas trees no matter what. The end. Then he said, "It's Christmas, bitches!" and I was filled with the holiday spirit. I love him.

So here's my tree. I got some lights and about 7 ornaments (ok. Moment of truth. I went to type ornament and typed unicorns instead. WTF is wrong with me?) on it and then gave up. But I think it's pretty and my big huge multi-colored seriously tacky lights are FTW. Oh, and is that a glittery Rob on top? I think it may be.

And I'll leave you with this. I can't look at this picture and not be in the holiday spirit. He told Santa he wanted a pony and a Rob, by the way. Srsly. Santa looked at me like I'd lost my mind. *fist pump* Represent!!