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Even though I've kind of gone off (the canon of) Harry Potter - I loathed the last book and I haven't seen the latest movie - that didn't stop me from doing this.

I made Butterbeer, y'all.

Oh, yes, I did.


( Because I'm THAT dorky. )

And that's all.

So I'm not a fandom hopper. I'm not. I got a livejournal because of Harry Potter fanfiction, and although I'm still a sort of active part of that fandom, I have a new love.

Oh, my heck, y'all. Bones. The T.V. Show. The fanfiction. The characters. I'm HOOKED.

I don't think I've even seen all the episodes, but thank God for TNT. Back to back eps every day. Hee!

And it has nothing whatsoever to do with David Boreanaz. It might have everything to do with Booth, though. I never made it past the second season of Buffy. I tried. (sorry, you BtVS fans. Couldn't do it. Nolan's mocking was loud.) And when watching that. I thought he was cute, if a Angel was a little emo. But Booth (and his belt buckle and his suits)? Very nearly the Perfect Man.

You know, if I wasn't married with the kids and all. And he wasn't... fictional and stuff.

By the by, Christmas was great. The kids made a haul and Nolan got me charms for my bracelet, a watch and *drum roll* A FOOD PROCESSOR. Carrie will no longer have to chop things manually into oblivion. She has MACHINERY to do it for her!

Sorry for slipping into third person. Got a little excited. Anyway, that's it. Just had to squee. Carry on.

I'm not going to put any spoilers in, not for my f-list, who I'm sure have all finished, but for Mom & Em, who I'm sure havent.  Except for the icon.  *points to icon*  That's the part I'm the most royally upset about, actually.  Funny ol' world, innit?

Hubby actually drove me to Taos, NM (because there isn't a bookstore one in Red River, NM) Saturday morning, and I bought it for FULL PRICE (guh) at a store called Moby Dickens, which may be the best part of the whole experience.  I read the book out loud to the family the whole way home, with voices and everything (I'm rather fond of my Lord Voldemort  voice.  Ralph Fiennes has nothing on me.  =P).  That put us up to chapter seven.  

Then I said, "You people have to leave me alone so I can finish this."  

And I did.  Last night, in the bathtub, crying like a baby.  Talk about an emotional roller coaster.  I was crying, angry, crying, indignant, crying, joyful, crying, pissed off as all hell.  I gasped, shrieked, yelled at the book, put it down, picked it back up, and finally finished it, crying.  Hubs came in wordlessly and brought me a cup of my favorite tea.  He glanced at the book that had been tossed against the bathroom wall. Then he looked at me, just set down the tea and backed away.

I really could've done without the tacked on epilogue, JKR.  REALLY.

Red River was alright.  Got sick halfway through the last day I was there, but I took some pretty pictures.


The rest of the pics are on my non-digital Nikon...  Probably much better ones.  

Don't forget to vote for my story on the dgficexchange.  I can't tell you which one was mine, but I'm all proud that I was nominated so many times.  *preens*

I have a vocal audition in a week.  Am a little sick.  Should not get hopes up.