Nothing I could write in the post could truly express the emotion I felt watching this scene, it was as if my heart I wanted to reach into the screen and yell at Steven Moffat to take it all back, that there could be no Eleventh Doctor without River Song, and if that was his way of telling me the Eleventh Doctor’s time was up, I was not ready nor willing to accept it, and unlike most shows when I have to chastise myself for getting so involved in a fictional character’s life, I can’t seem to do that with Doctor Who, I think it’s because I’ve grown up with him on my television, he is the only program I’ve kept with me since childhood, so I feel I have part of me invested in him… You tell me, if you know the Doctor could you watch this scene and not cry?!
and if you can, (watch and not cry) do you even have a soul?
I love the spring right before summer, everything is in bloom from April showers, it is green lush, and the sun seems to kiss us with her warmth. It is my place of peace to be outside with my rescue kitties (they are really 13 years old, but they are kitties to me) and my plants.
My favorite escape is MUSIC, especially during the summer when you can get a way for the weekend and spend it at a festival and feel like you are in Highschool again. It doesn’t matter how old I am or how old my body feels I am, I feel like a thirteen year old with no pressure from work, family or even friends, I just close my eyes and listen to the music and let the sun envelope me in her rays!!!
The Doctor as a red plastic-esque monster, Clara in Victorian garb AGAIN, Aliens with a craving for sweets, it’s “The Crimson Horror” for Season 7 of Doctor Who. I tried out Final Cut X, so not a fan .
A mad-man in a box. Tall, strangely good looking, obsessed with fish fingers and custard, twinkle in his eyes, always lies, travels in a big blue box, that smaller on the outside then the outside. If he ever shows up on your doorstep, don’t pause, don’t ask questions, take he’s hand and RUN. Basically Run.
I have to admit, this more prompted me to write about the lack of personal space that my animals have when it comes to me, how where ever I am, whatever I am doing, they are there, gardening, there’s usually a fluffy kitty in the middle of the flower bed helping me dig, working, there’s a dog nose on my computer, cooking there’s a dog sleeping in front of the oven that has to move every time I try to add an ingredient…so I think that answers the question – I don’t live by guidelines
What are you doing? I want to see
Mom do you have to do this now? I want to play with you?
I am so cute, don’t get up stay there and admire me – I’ll block your path:)
of a blog, it’s just a life blog or “Journal” if you will on what I am thinking about, obsessing about, laughing about, etc… I think if I had to stick to parameters, I would want to get paid, but on the other hand, I have multiple blogs and the other ones do stick to very strict parameters, one is on our 1967 restoration of the Impala my boyfriend is doing, one blog is for my mom’s stories, two are on my Dad’s life, and one is my super obsession of Doctor Who and Supernatural (which I admit I kind of fell off totally obsessing after season 5 ) Hmmm… so my blog is just random thoughts of a random Kentuck girl