Can the Mail Get Any Better?

Mail Call at my house is haphazard at best.

Most of the time, I tend to ignore the mailbox. Unless I know of the possibility of something arriving, I usually only check it once or twice a week. The bills inside aren't going anywhere and that is basically all that ever seems to arrive in that rectangular metal box.

Once upon a time, it gave the girlies a thrill to grab the key from the ring and run to see what was locked inside the metal box on the corner. Being small, it was necessary for me to follow behind to insure they were using the key in the correct box. After time, the need for my assistance disappeared and between the two of them, they would enjoy the unlocking, unloading and relocking of the little door.

Now, in their pre-teen years, it's generally a matter of who I can bribe to make the trek when I remember that it's been a couple of days and we might want to see what was inside. There could actually be a spectacular sale going on at the grocery store, another certificate for $200 off of my next car, a chance for an all expense paid trip to Branson is always my favorite (my parents live there and so I am able to enjoy an all expense paid trip a few times a year).

There's also the various and sundry catalogs urging me to purchase items or this will be the last catalog I receive - which I have put to the test and it doesn't work that way. I love it when a catalog company pouts - "We miss you and want you back. Take one item at 30% off." Yeah. Right. Felt that love!

Occasionally there is a card or a note that is personal. Those are the delights and joys and the reasons I check the metal box more than once a month. Those are the reasons for even having the box in the first place.

Then there is the moment when the Supernatural Obsessive opens her box and receives the best present a true Obsessive could wish to find tucked inside. Her very own copy of the very first Supernatural Magazine.

Oh. My. Dear. Goodness. Gracious!

Words simply fail to describe the richness, the goodness, the fullness of pleasure to be found within the covers of this publication. Here's a quote from The Kripke on the very first page:

"Supernatural is a freak. It's a mutt. It's a Frankenstein's Monster of pretty much everything I love - horror, comedy, urban legends, classic rock, Joseph Campbell, Route 66, Westerns - all stitched together inot one bloody, twitching package. One of the most gratifying things about making this show was learning there were others out there like me. I wasn't alone. There's a couple million people wh dig the same things. People who fancy a little gore in their coffee. People who take solice in stories, the real stories, the ones passed around the campfire for thousands of years. People who, above all, value family. If you're holding this magazine, chances are you're one of us, too. Welcome."

I have yet to explore and enjoy all that is included in this first magazine - interviews with Jensen and Jared, a wonderful piece with director Kim Manners, special effects info, features on so many things from the journey so far to the top 5 tacky motel rooms, as well as lore from the master himself - The Kripke. There is simply so much that I will be enraptured for days.

Seriously. I mean, what other magazine do you know that can delight everyone with a centerfold that pictures the third star of the show in all of her beautiful, shiny, black glory?

Some days it really does pay to stop by the metal box and look inside. This Supernatural Obsessive is already looking forward to January. According to page 65 of this first issue, the second issue contains an article "Like Father Like Sons" - Jeffrey Dean Morgan reflects on life as John Winchester ...

Yep. I might be waiting at the metal box on that day - no need to waste the postman's time putting it into the box. I'll just be there to snatch that one out of his hands!

It's Thursday, So It Must Be ... Thanksgiving!

I love Thanksgiving.

Like the little train - I think of Thankgiving as the "little holiday that could".

Squished between the candy and costumed filled Halloween and the commercialism that seems to have overtaken Christmas, there is this little time when families come together and we as a nation remember that it's okay to give thanks for all that we have.

I am truly blessed and so, today, I am taking a moment to give thanks.

I give thanks for my family. They are all here with me today ... spending the day, relaxing, eating, watching football (well, they're watching football - I'll be watching them) and simply enjoying snatches of conversations with them, getting reaquainted, catching up and having fun.

I give thanks that I am fortunate and blessed to live in a country where my thoughts and beliefs are my own. They are not dictated by others and, whether others agree or disagree, I am free to voice them.

I give thanks for my girlies who fill my life with joy and happiness, even in the midst of driving me insane and coating my hair with strands of gray.

I give thanks for my nursery babes who show me each week the miracle of God's creation by the mere fact of their lives. Angels on earth that we are blessed to share.

I give thanks for my friends, both live and virtual. The give and take, the sharing of thoughts, the laughter, the tears, the frustration and the joy of emotions are always so much better when shared with a friend.

I give thanks for the opportunity to write. The joy received in being able to put words to paper (computer) and feel the pride of expression is something old and yet still so new and fresh.

I give thanks for the health I have for it means that I am alive to enjoy each day I am blessed to live.

I give thanks for the work that I do that provides for the creature comforts I have become accustomed to - home, food, electricity, water, etc.

And, of course, it is Thursday, so I also give thanks for Supernatural - to The Kripke, Jensen, Jared and all the writers and crew that provide us with quality television. The fun and joy I receive each week, whether it is in watching the program or sharing my thoughts with my blog buddies, is also a blessing rare and cherished.

So, there it is ... my list of thanks.

Thank you for reading and sharing in this little room where my thoughts tend to ramble.

Elf-Insanity

I realize that it's not quite yet Thanksgiving ...

I understand that it's a bit early to send out Christmas greetings ...

However I stumbled upon something that I can't wait to share. This is that present that cannot be wrapped and it simply cannot wait.

For anyone who needs some Christmas cheer, I give you ...

The Kripke and his Three Elves

(may they forgive me)

If It's Thursday, It Must Be Supernatural

Hi! I'm really glad you called and I'd really like to talk to you but evidently I can't get to the phone right now. Unless it's Thursday night between 8 & 9 pm and then, I'll be really honest, I'm not even trying to look for the phone. But if you will leave your name, number and a brief message at the sound of the beep, I will call you back just as soon as I can. Bye!!

Yep. That's my message on my home answering machine. There's a similar one on my cell phone.

Two years ago tonight began my journey down the road to becoming a Supernatural Obessive. It was a Tuesday, instead of Thursday, but the date was September 13th and I was so excited for this show to begin. It was one of few that fall season that had captured my imagination with the advance information. I knew that it was going to be good. Felt it in my bones, so to speak. I couldn't wait.

However, I had to. I had to rely on my trusty VCR to tape the show for which I would later come to ignore the outside world.

Because September 13th is also my girlies birthday and even my obsession does not trump that.

Of course, two years ago, it was simply a "new show" excitement. Taping it was just fine. I remember later that night, turning out the lights, curling up on the couch, rewinding the tape and pushing play. I watched the opening with Mary carrying little Dean into his baby brother Sam's room ...

"Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother."

For the next hour television was transformed for me as I was taken from the past of a loving family dealt a horrific terror to a present day pair of brothers beginning a journey that would weave a tapestry of family love and dysfunction, with laughter and tears, scary moments and tender encounters. Each following week I have continued to be amazed at the quality of writing, directing, storytelling and acting. These two young actors - Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki - surrounded by some of the best writers, directors & crew and led by the incomparable vision of Eric Kripke, have breathed the reality of life into their characters of Dean and Sam Winchester that astounds and delights me.

Tonight is Thursday night, two years later. For me that is Supernatural night. Even if the season premiere isn't for another three weeks. Tonight is a re-run of last season's intense, emotional, and incredible finale - All Hell Breaks Loose, Pt. 2. Will I be watching?

Heck yeah!

Will it be later, though?

Oh, yeah.

I may be a Supernatural Obsessive, but I'm no fool. Nothing trumps two girlies birthday.

It's Raining on Supernatural Thursday

All hell is fixing to break loose.

I woke up in a Supernatural mood this morning. It's a rainy, dreary morning. The kind of rain that just keeps coming and coming and coming. It made me think of the rain that seemed to be so present in the episode, All Hell Breaks Loose, Pt. 1. The scene at the diner, the scene with Dean & Bobby, and even though it didn't rain on Sam while he was trapped in the demon ghost town of Coldwater Creek, the sky seemed to always look like it was ready to drizzle a good one.


So, as I sit and watch the drizzle of liquid escaping the sky, my thoughts are on Dean and Sam Winchester and what they will encounter in tonight's episode. I don't want to watch it. I'll be honest ... since I watched and posted my TVG blog about this episode ... I haven't watched it. I couldn't. These last three episodes rend my heart for the emotions that are packed inside are incredible. The highs, the lows and everything in between.



I keep telling myself that I don't need to watch tonight. It's not like I don't have it on video tape and iTunes. I could simply wait until next week and watch both parts back to back (cause there would be no end to the heartache doing that, now, would there?) and be done with it. I could wait and watch it on my new Season 2 dvd set that I will be getting next Tuesday and perhaps if I listen to the commentary as I watch it, it won't take my heart, raise it through my throat, choking all air from going out or coming in, then for extra measure throw that heart of mine and stomp upon it with hard workman's boots. Perhaps the commentary will keep me detached.



Everyone who knows me and honestly believes that ... please come on over ... I have some newly developed swampland in Arizona to sell to you.



You know I will be watching tonight. My mind will scream no as my hand reaches for the remote. It's inevitable for the Supernatural Obsessive. I'll tell you something else. I won't be wandering the room or working on something else. I'll be perched, right there on the couch, watching, being sucked in, knowing in that spot in the back of my head what is coming and still being unable to not gasp and freak when it occurs.



Now if you will please excuse me. If I'm going to have this type of obsessive thought process this morning then I'm going to do the only sensible thing I can do. Instead of standing at the window looking out at the drizzle, I'm going to go stand in it. If Jensen can do such an outstanding job of acting in the stuff, I can go certainly take my obsession and go outside and just stand in the stuff.

Wardrobe Call ...

Jensen?

Jared! Hey, man … what’s up?

Uh … Where are you?


Down here in LA … Kripke gave me a few days off, though I'm not really sure why.

I think I know, man ... listen ...

Jared?

Uh … yeah ... hey, listen. They’re, uh, prepping for filming the next episode for Season 3.

Cool. Have you read the script yet? Have we got a good monster?

Ahem. No. I haven’t seen the script yet.

Man … what’s up then? You sound all creepy.

Well, it’s just that I found out a few things about the new ep … thought you should know before you got here.

Okay. Why am I suddenly nervous? Have we got a new writer that you think will suck with our characters?

No. No. This one’s written by Sera.

Alright then … sucky new director that's going to try and let you drive my car?

Nope. They’ve got it set for Kim to direct this one.

Alright … power script … power direction … what aren’t you telling me, Dude?

I just found out something from Wardrobe.

What? They’re not going to try another alternate universe and make Dean wear pink this time are they?

No … uh, actually … they’ve got you set to wear the red and gray checked flannel shirt.

AWWW Crap!!

I guess now you know why Kripke thought you needed some time off. They're fixing to put you through emotional hell again.

Yeah. Note to self …

Burn red and gray flannel shirt as soon as possible.

Seriously, Dude. Between Home ...





Shadow ...





and then the two parts of All Hell Breaks Loose ...




the thing is just too painful to wear. It ends up wearing me out.




Don’t worry, Dude … I got you covered … I’ll protect you. I'll keep you laughing.




Yeah, Jared, I know you will.