FYI Bitches: Ryan Reynolds does NOT belong to you!

Summer is finally winding down and I am dusting off the cobwebs. Monkeys are returning from parts near and far so I have to get back to some regular patterns. I will inform you in advance; I won’t be waxing poetic today or giving some long monologue on a well thought out subject. No, the Queen’s glorious return post-summer break is about one thing and one thing only:

Screaming little girls that think Ryan Reynolds is hot piss me off.






::insert evil laugter here::

Far be it from me to argue that point but this is what it’s about...(sample conversation inserted for illustrative effects).

Random Idiot: OMG, Ryan Reynolds is so freakin hot, I just can’t BELIEVE it.

QOTU: Yeah, he’s funny too. Two Guys, A Girl and A Pizza Place is one of my favorite shows ever. I am thinking I need to buy it on DVD.

Random Idiot: WTF? Ryan Reynolds was never on TV, he’s a MOOOOOVVVIEEEE star, what are you talking about? Stupid old lady, ha ha ha.

QOTU: ::shoots IMDB lightning bolts all over said idiot faster than she can say ‘what’s IMDB?’::

Come on, he is NOT the new thing. He even kicked vampire butt before it was cool…now everyone is doing it. (Side note here, I am also RIDICULOUSLY addicted to True Blood but that’s another blog).

You can spend money going to see him and drool over his pictures, but I am sorry, you don’t get to carry the official Ryan Reynolds card. Those are reserved for us that know he is more than a pretty face but happily embrace his right to take his clothes off any time he pleases.

On a Comic Con side note, I could care less if he and Scarlet are fighting, I don’t really care for her anyway (sorry Scott), but dude, check this out…I am stoked!

Peace out!

My moon

My smiling moon,

Speaks through the veil,

You are here, you are loved, you are alive.

My smiling moon,

Sauntering across the darkness,

Reminding me I am small, I am grateful, I am alive.

My smiling moon,

Hides behind the trees as the sun begins its chase,

Good morning, welcome, breathe.

Bad Monkey

***door bell rings, loud barking dogs follow***

Little Monkey: Who is it?

QOTU: No one.

Little Monkey: No one is out there?

QOTU: Not any more. Might have been the Mormons.

Little Monkey: Oh that is so cool, we got ding-dong-ditched!

QOTU: How do you even know what that is? You aren't old enough.

Little Monkey: Duh mom. Someone rings your doorbell and then runs away. (turns back to finish video game in disgust)

I SWEAR I was older before I knew what that was and pretty sure I never talked about it to my parents. Oh the days of being oblivious!