April 30th 2012 News

SPUDGUNS!

I know I closed off this blog two years ago, but I got a few complaints from readers who still come in for the old stuff.   The complaints were about one of the webrings I was part of taking control of the page and redirecting readers.

So, I tossed the webring.  Everything should be fine now.

So what's been happening in the last while?   If you've not been keeping up then you've missed a ton.
Currently - I'm doing a movie challenge, one movie a day for a year.  You can read about all that here
I'm still doing wrestling reviews/commentary.  I should say, I've returned to it.  The way it's being done is in two degrees.  TNA is mostly being covered on my personal blog  while the WWE stuff is mostly hanging out on my "new" wrestling blog  though some of the TNA stuff gets posted on that wrestling blog too, not much.

There are a few other blogs I am working on.  But then again, I'm addicted. 

On a personal level, I am currently recovering from massive knee surgery.  So not fun.

Keep the spirit alive
Love Ardeth Blood

What do you mean I cant' watch that video in Canada

Let's start from the beginning.   and I am so going to get my ass kicked from my sister on this but who the freal cares Eh?
Picture it.... 1997, and I'm stranded on my mother's sofa with a broken leg for 8 months.  This was round one of surgery on my ankles.  Anyway,  my sister,  who is 8 years younger then I am, was going through some personal dren at that time.  This was also the time the Backstreet Boys released their first cd in Canada and France.  Ninja became obsessed with the BSB.   (that would be me getting my ass kicked right about now)
Now, I was a die hard metal head so any kind of fluffy pop music made me want to vomit. And I held on to that idea for a very long time.  Well, one night there's me trapped in the living room and my sister stretched out infront of the tv watching Backstreet Boys.  I found myself humming along.  I became hooked.  I admit it, fell head over crutches for Kevin of the Backstreet Boys, which worked out nicely as all my sister's friends seemed to have a thing for the other members and their little group was Kevin-fan-less.
It became the one thing other then Wicca that my sister and I bonded over at that time in life.
Well, she's long since dropped both, but I have not.

I have been reading Eat Pray Love this past week, finding myself wanting to listen to songs from about a decade ago which fits in the timeframe of the book.  And went on a mad search for one video by Nick Carter,  "Do I Have To Cry For You"  which is one of my all time favourite slow songs. Yes I'm a total weeping puppy when it comes to romantic mushy stuff.  So here's me searching the internet cause I want to watch this video from 2002, and I keep getting  "Sony Music has removed that video as it is no longer available in your Country".

Um what? Pardon me?  What do you mean I cant' watch it?  It's a music video.   It took some finding, but I did find one on the official Sony Music youtube.  I love this song it's so sappy.  I love this video cause the acting is so bad.  And well it's Nick.

Monday April 19th 2010

What's up?

Did I blog about my eye doctor's on Friday? dude I can't remember. If not and I'm way to lazy to check this here blog, let me tell you what I learned.
My glasses are too strong. Yeah imagine that. So you're telling me that the last time I was in 5 years ago, the old eye doctor who worked here screwed up?
Great, thanks good to know.

I never did get last week's episode of TNA Impact on iTunes Canada, it's like they are just ... I don't know a full week behind again.

And I put up recipes on My Newfie Kitchen last night

The Sex files... I don't get it

Okay, I was just going around the internet, and the topic of the day seems to be ... bedazzling your nedan.

What?  Huh?  Why?  

So this proves just how unsexy, unpopcultured I am, cause I think that is stupid.  Very stupid; pointless even.   I just don't understand the whole desire to wax/shave everything off to look like a porn start to begin with, and now to dress it up with fake gems to make it look less bare.  

If you don't like the look of a naked nedan, don't get the Brazilian.   Simple yes?
I guess I'm just way too 1950's for my own good.  Or whatever. 

Some evil to your head

Quoting Artificial Joy Club song Psychic Man for that opening title.

Okay, so I have said on this monster mash over a year ago that I had started trying to learn belly dancing. Trying being the key word. Why I am not getting too far with it, and there for no vid of me yet at it, has alot to do with my shoulder/ribs and back.

Remember the car accident I had back on Sept 1st 2006, it mangled my entire right side from my waist to my shoulder. And well I have that nasty back issue since I was 10. But anyway, I started up again with the trying to learn belly dance. Seems when I am not trying I seem to be able to make a hoser out of myself by half way dancing.

Let me set the photo for you shall I. When I think about doing the moves, my zombie eaten brain can't seem to get my stupid body to move, but when I am standing around just waiting for a bus with my iPod on, well I end up having people stare at me like I am having a fit or something.

Yes that's right my Spudguns, I dance when I am not even thinking about trying to. And I'm sure that I make for a fairly interesting - to say the least- idiot of myself without even trying to.

So the message of the day is .... Don't even think about it. Move, groove and be on intuition.

Which brings me to my next little mouth dropping.

I have shown my ability for poetry. I was published years ago when still in high school, and college and a few years after that, in local papers and an underground American mag (Macabre Manse Best of Gothica and Beyond) And I've added bits and pieces on this bloggy-blog over the years.
Well, last year I had written a piece for a guy. I never gave it to him, totally chickened out cause I'm a total coward. But I did show it off to a few of my friends and their husbands. Wanting mostly the opinion of the very straight married guys. The reactions were like this....

50 year old Female friend : "If he doesn't scoop you up right on the spot he's a looser who doesn't deserve you."
Her husband : " That's beautiful. Send it now send it now. That's just beautiful"
Her 20 something year old son : " You have a nice way with words. I could turn that into a song."
The High Priestess : "KIM!!!! SEND IT!!! He's going to love it"
High Priestesses husband : he had nothing to say cause he cried. I made a 35 year old straight man cry with my writing.

Well, I am a coward and just could not send it. Freal, I don't even know if he's into poetry. That would be a big bad had I sent it to this guy I don't even really know, and find out he doesn't even like poetry right... right?

And the point is still go with your gut on things. My intuition was to write the pretty little poem and send it to him. Here I am a year later and it's just too late. This is one fear I don't think I can face. And no, I am not going to post that one here. It's too revealing, too innocent, too raw, too naked. No, it's not a dirty smutty poem either, just very ... sugary. Not the me I have let you all see on this blog. It's more Kimberly less Ardeth.

I just can't seem to get it out of my head to send it to him. The universe needs to start sending me some clear signs cause I'm as mixed up emotionally as a girl can get.

Menopause. You're kidding right

Crying for no reason check
Angry for no reason check
Insomnia check
Headaches for no reason check
Memory loss for no reason check
Extremely painful periods check


So, it would seem that the universe took me serious when I said before that I was praying for early menopause. I asked for a Alex Shelley look alike too but the universe hasn't taken me serious on that now has it.
Dude, I'm 36; this isn't fair! Man, this sucks. Oh but don't worry cause it could be a full ten years of the pre-menopause part. Ten years! of this hell? It's no secret that I have zero interest in having kids, but really; the idea of the choice being taken away, not fair. Yes I'm whining now. This has already been going on for 3 years.
Yes, seems the car accident (the surgery I needed after the accident actually) put into motion the early stages of Menopause. Or so it would seem. It's one of those crazy things that you can't really put a shelf life on. But, I've got over half the symptoms of early menopause. Over half!

So, basically what is wrong with me isn't really WRONG with me as much as EARLY.
At least we know why I've been having the unexplained skull shattering headaches.

But the universe is a cruel bitch, cause what else is it doing to me, it's throwing me to the mommies.

1. All my friends are mommies
2. When I went to Edmonton in the fall of 2008 I spent the full two weeks in the middle of Butterfly's Mommy and Me group just surrounded by the mommies and their kids.
3. All the mommy bloggers that I seem to run into, it's like they are haunting me
4. Suddenly the mommy movie has become a genre all it's own. (Motherhood was on sale previewed at Blockbuster today too when I went there)
5. The Empress, 9 of Pentacles, 3 of Pentacles in tarot are popping up like madness in all my readings lately.

So, now I am wondering if the universe is setting me up for ... do I even want to think it?  I have to wonder if I would even make a good mommy?  All I know is that if The Fates have it instore for me then no matter what I want or feel or think; it will happen.  Well then, whomever my soulmate is, he's got about another 3 years if he wants kids, to show up in my life. Cause if I've already spent the last 3 in pre-menopause then I've only got about another 4 years roughly before I'm a Crone.

Then there is all the talk about what kind of mommy they seem to be. I'd be the Addams Family mom for sure.  Let my son (I refuse to believe I'd ever have a girl ) run around in a cape and fangs watching Mona the Vampire cartoons all day eating Count Chocola by the handful with a stuffed bat for a favourite toy. 

I have a thing for stuffed bats okay

Corey Haim RIP

I got home about an hour ago, and went to check my emails. The first thing I see is Corey Haim dead at 38.

I have been crying off and on ever since.

One of my favourite actors growing up. The fact he was only 2 years older then me was part of the shock. I was sitting here, thinking, "dude, I just mentioned him in a review post few weeks ago."

Poke Poke Poke the freak

You have heard me say more then once that I have Osteogenesis Imperfecta Type 1

I have been the favorite freak of nature for every frealing medical student who's ever come through this damnable town. Today was no different.

You also remember me saying I was suppose to have gone to the Neurologist back few weeks ago for a follow up from the MRI. That appointment got moved to today.
So there I was, sitting in the clinic staring at the computer screen with the MRI results and when the Neurologist realized I have O.I. he did what every frealing medical personal has done in the last 35 years, got in my face to stare at my eyes. Literally, this dude was nose to nose dragging my bottom eyelids down all giddy like I was the latest Cabbage Patch Doll or something. I was starting to feel like Alex from Clockwork Orange in the torture scene, just waiting for the sounds of Beethoven to come screaming out of the woodwork.

Yes, my sclera (whites of the eyes) are blue. Robin's egg blue. The bluer the sclera the more broken I am. OOOHHHHH Let's all run pointless tests on the human eggshell.
Both my mom and my sister have this. It's genetic. Why am I the only one being poked and bleed out like a lab rat?

Jesus I am going to start charging admission soon. I'm sure they had fun after I left, pouring over my medical records. God knows my x-rays read like a medical journal themselves.
You know, when I was 5 or 6 years old, it was cool being the center of attention like that. Now, I just want you to tell me what the hell is broken this time and what pain pills to take for it.

Feb 14th +6-4= damn it

It would seem I am not allowed to slit my wrists and put myself out of my misery this year after all, as my appointment with the Neurologist is on the 16th.
The movie the Wolfman is scheduled for the 12th and had that doctor's appointment been the day before on the 11th or even the 13th then you know I could have finally done with things.
But noooo; they can't make it that easy for me can they. Nope. They (they being the men in the world) want to torture me some more by booking an impossible to get into doctor's appointment two days after the most evil of days for a single woman. They (they being smug couples) want to rub it in that I am once again as always single on Valentines Day. They (they being the candy/flowers/cards/business) want to tease me with things I will not be getting or have anyone to buy for. Did I mention I hate this time of the year.

And what about the MRI?

Deep sigh of relief, it's not a growth or anything like that. It's not even a stress fracture in my skull or anything. Dr. S. is baffled. No idea what the situation is. But there is nothing going on in my brain. Well duh I mean really with all the one-tracked MotorCityMachine Guns! mind there isn't room for anything else. I had to lighten the mood with a joke, cause the health scare is over time to party. But he's still sending me to the Neurologist.

Why you my Spudgun are asking, well because there seems to be too much fluid between my zombieness and skull. He's afraid it might be something connected to the car accident I had 3 and a half years ago only showing up now.

Which would suck.

And he still has no idea why I am getting these skull crushing headaches.

Oh God! Is He okay?

I used a screen capture for this post.

If you have been reading this blog much over the last few years, you know I don't like spoilers. I don't read other fan sites, I stay away from the official Myspaces and Facebooks and avoid Wikipedia at all costs.
I do however read Injury reports on TNA Revolution.com

With that said, they have just reported that Alex Shelley suffered a neck and back injury. Damage to the disks in his neck. (according to TNA Revolution.com it is bulging disks and herniated neck.)

Bad News Maybe

I got a letter in the mail today from the Hospital saying I have an appointment on Feb 16th about my stroke.

WHAT? You're kidding right? I think I would remember if I had a stroke.

So I called them wanting to know what the letter was about cause you know this has to be a mistake. I'm thinking, I know Richard had a mini-stroke and was in the hospital not too long ago, maybe they got my files mixed up with his or something.
The lady who answered said that Dr. S. referred me to the Neurologist because of my MRI, and asks if he explained to me why.
Um no I haven't been back in to see the doctor so no. I ask if it has anything to do with my dad having had a stroke and she said not that she's aware of and told me this appointment was not for a stroke but for my MRI.

Confused now. Then why did I get a letter telling me to come in about a stroke? What's going on here? What's the score?

Again I point out that Richard (dad) was in for an MRI the same week I was, and that it must have been meant for him. Again the lady at the hospital tells me no. It was indeed meant for me the appointment. Again I tell her I did not have a stroke.
This goes on for a bit over and over again, until finally she puts me on hold and checks the files again.

Then finally she's like "oh I see where the issue is. Dr. S. booked you for a chat with the Neurologist about your MRI." I'm thinking, you just finished telling me that still confused as to why. Then she continues "You are most likely looking at the letterhead that's why" Um yeah big bold letters saying Stroke Clinic Regional Stroke Network right at the top of the letter. "We're located on the same floor but this is not the Stroke Clinic this is MRI One. Someone grabbed the wrong letterhead when they mailed you your appointment. Happens all the time. No need to panic."

Good god woman like this whole situation hasn't freaked me out enough the last 4 months, you have to give me something new to panic over. Jesus freal.

About your MRI

I just got off the phone with the doctor's office.
And they want me to come in on Friday for the results. Don't understand why they could not give me the results over the phone if there is nothing wrong?
Way to freak me out.

Patty: Hi Kimberly. I booked your mom for Friday and I also have your test results here.

Me: Okay finally and?

Patty: Dr. S. said it's NOT urgent but he wants you to come in on Friday with your mom. But it's NOT urgent.

Me: He wants me to come back in?

Patty: Yes. But it's NOT urgent. So I'll book you with your mom for Friday first thing. It's the first opening we have. But it's NOT urgent. Bye sweetie see you then.

Question: Asking Men Stupid Questions part 3

Do men ever get the desire to have kids?
We know you men can have kids till the day you die, but do you ever start to get that "biological clock" feeling that us women do? That if I don't start a family now I'll loose out?

Some of us women don't get the feeling but we sure get pressured into the family/friends feeling of us having the feeling.

2009 the year of the blog

This was the most I've blogged in the whole 5 years I have been blogging. This was my busiest blog, better then ones I tried in the past.
And it's not even like I had more important things to say this year either, just more time on my hands with nothing else to keep my attention.
I was willing to get a little more intimate with some of the things going on in my life, and in my mind. I don't believe in holding back.

My weekly thoughts/review on TNA Impact was a hot topic. Brought in a steady flow of readers. I don't like to really call it a review as it was started out as my honest reactions to the week's show. I can't even point out when it became a weekly column so to speak, given I have been doing it for the last 4 years in one way or another on every blog I have had in the past. But this year, people took an interest in TNA more. Always a great thing. The real fans will always know the chocolate from the mud. If I have done nothing else this year, I hope I helped get the word out that TNA (Total Non-Stop Action) wrestling is where the talent is. I can't mark out for it enough. I am just a fan but I have been screaming my lungs out for you guys.

The few people who have shown some support in my writing career I have to give a big hug to. That has meant more then you will ever know. Not that I had much success this year with my writing, with two publishers frealing me around. That's what I get for not trusting my gut on it.

The misadventures in dating had alot of men shaking in their boxers. Nice to know I can still make men panic. Cause that is always a good affect on your ability to find a husband. Hey I don't call myself the Queen of Your Evil Dreams for nothing you know. I actually had one guy doing/saying things so that I would blog about him. Silly boy not like he deserved being blogged about, not like he's Shelley or Sabin or someone cool.

And the MotorCityMachine Guns! Of course my rants about Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley brought readers this past year. Some agreed with me, others did not. That's cool. It was never about being right or wrong, it was about finding a way to talk about Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley. Simple. Everyone has their heroes and their crushes. My crushes just happened to be the most amazing tag team out there. That's not lip service either. If you watch Global Impact 2, or the episode from Oct 22nd 2009 (that was the Ultimate X match) you will see what I mean. But then again, how can a million fans be wrong ? (96% of my blog readers are members of the MotorCityMachine Guns! fan groups)

Bridget Jones Was Never Fat

The character never goes up past 155 pounds, nor did the actress. That is not fat. That is average. And the actress gained the weight under the guidance of a personal trainer. She never got "fat" fat, she got bulky.

I've always been a larger sized woman, even when I was thin I was never small. Last summer, one of the bad dates I had made a comment about my weight. It was the Austin Aries -Look a -Like who, and I was in a nervous state cause this dude was so good looking, made the comment that I was "the small side of fat".

Uhm what is that suppose to mean?

When I was at my worst I was 300 pounds. (1999) No joke.
When I was at my worst in the other direction I was 120 pounds. (2004) No joke. That point I was sick. (Acid Reflux, Inflamed Liver and Gallstones) I was sitting at a nice healthy 135 pounds before the car accident. Now since I can't work out anymore, I'm at 159 pounds. It's tough man, but hey, if that's the trade off for having survived an accident the doctor's didn't think I should have survived, I am not going to complain.

So yeah, okay I'm a medium sized woman right now, and middle aged. Turning 36 in the spring has a very scary undertone to it.

And you're thinking what brought this on today and oh my god she just told the world her weight.

I was watching Bridget Jones's Diary just now. (And I'm short too, only 5 foot 7. ) Thinking how pathetic my love life has been, that I can identify with having had the "Daniel Cleaver" type guy in my life, but never the "Mark Darcy". This comes back to my post the other day about bad boys
and how I seem to be a magnate for them. The Trainwreck was the biggest Daniel Cleaver of them all.

And I'm cute too

So the MRI was today. I am not one for fits of claustrophobia, this this today had me ready to hit the panic button. Literally.
They put me in this grid mask thingie then shoved me into a tube that looked like a cross between a tanning bed and an oven. Which I suppose is the same thing.
Then they told me to keep my eyes open, putting down this little rear view mirror thingie which reflected nothing but my knees. Yeah, nice eh?
So you're lying in this thing unable to move with ear plugs in and the whole thing starts to shake and make noise that sounds like a machine gun going off in rapid concession. And my appointment was for 3pm, but they told me to be there for 230pm. Um dude, if you want me there for 230 then wouldn't that mean my appointment is really for 230 and not 3pm ?
Doctor's always like to confuse people.
So now the hard part, the waiting. They said it could be up to a month before I get the results. Great, just what I needed, more time to think about the whole thing and freak out some more.

But Gibby, that will shred you Continued

So I heard back today from the hospital about the MRI.
Seems since my surgeries were over a year ago (arm 19 years ago, right ankle 12 years ago, left ankle 7 years ago) they feel I will be fine in the MRI machine.

So it's game on for trying to discover why I have been having these skull shattering headaches.
Which I have not had one of since they booked the appointment. Why is that every time you finally get the doctor's appointment the thing bothering you stops?

Does this make me feel any better? None.
I am scared, just terrified what might be causing these headaches.

I have been trying not to think about the whole thing, try to work on my crappy little book that I am hating, and try to just get back into a regular routine. As you can see by my last post where I started nagging Chris Sabin about something new. Just trying to keep it light.

But Gibby, that will shred you

Me: I finally got that damned MRI booked

Erin: MRI? Why would Dr. S. book you for an MRI? You have 3 pounds of metal in your body. An MRI will shred you like hamburger.

Me: So I should cancel it then?

Erin: What's the MRI for?

Me: The skull crushing headaches.

Erin: Thought you had medication for those migraines?

Me: This is different skull crushing headaches. More then migraines. Worse.

Erin: Oh Gibby. Dr. S. should know better then to order you an MRI. You'll never get to meet your tag team Chris whoishis name and that Alex Whatis handle if you are dead ...well not like you have much of a chance to meet them as it is. *Deep laughter* But you really won't get to meet them if you're dead. Ripped apart by an MRI machine. Ordering an MRI for someone who's half metal is just stupid. It's a bad idea.

Me: Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Erin: Well, Gibby I don't want to see you dead.

Me: I meant about the tag team part and never having a chance to meet them.

Erin: You're welcome on that. Got to keep your head out of the clouds.


If you remember, I have said a few times I am suppose to be going in next week for an MRI.
My friend Erin, who is a nurse doesn't think it's a good idea at all. So I phoned the hospital and left a message for them to call me back on the topic.

Make your move or it's the same sad song for you

Yes my fiends, I am once again quoting Hugh Dillon as a title.

I will try not to be my total downer self in this post. But, remember those skull splitting headaches I talked about few months ago? Well, I finally got my appointment booked for that damned MRI. I go in two weeks. Should be interesting, as my doctor doesn't think they'll find anything. Yeah, oldest joke running, nothing in my brain.

Okay, so the new running joke me and WWEGIRL have happening, is my crush on wrestler Sheamus. See now, I had avoided wwe wrestling for the last while, cause I'm a TNA girl. But since hanging with WWEGIRL, and reading her posts, and all, well I made the mistake of asking who the vampire looking guy was. To WWEGIRL's ultimate dismay, I think she even vomited. I know her kids did, but her littlest has had the flu so... but I digress again as always.
And I tried to turn it into one of my gimmicks, but you know what. I just don't have it in me. All the wit and superspit I have been using for the other wrestlers, I just have burned out.

Yeah, what can I say, the MotorCityMachine Guns! got the better parts of me.
And they know that too. I mean, my mom even asked me one day while we were sitting at the doctor's office (one of her appointments this time) why I bother writing this here blog. Told her cause I need to. I need some sort of something to prove I existed. Not that anyone who comes to this thing reads it for me. Everyone reads this comedy fest to see what I have to say about Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley.


Oh but hey, cheer up I promised to make you smile today. So here's a photo of me back in 1974. I was born with my hips out of the joints, and had to have a body cast from six months to a year old. Aw yeah, my first cast. And it was plaster too. The uber heavy stuff that you could not get wet at all. I can only imagine how much hell I was for my mom at that time in my life. Wasn't I just the cutest little redhead ever?
Smile, it wasn't you.

So this is me making my move. I'll be back with bigger gimmicks and sharper words. Stronger superspit.

Creeping Screams!