50 SHADES OF HATERS- I MEAN GREY

 LMBO! I have seen more uproar over this book and movie. It is 100 % hilarious to me that people take things so seriously. I’ve yet to see my male friends promote this book or movie as anything interesting. It’s the women I know who are loving it. I haven’t read the books and I will not get to see the movie tonight with my girlfriends and my daughter and their daughters- because I’m out of town. No movie or book has ever made me try to be something I’m not, that I didn’t already have interest in being. And I am raising my daughter to be herself as well. I personally know plenty of women who apparently enjoy what this book is promoting. Not because they are victims of someone forcing them to do so, because it’s what they desire. It doesn’t make them bad people. It’s strictly their preference. And most will tell me that it isn’t every day routine in their sex lives, but occasional, and fantasy. Get a grip, people. I’m watching Bad Boys right now, and so far I have no desire to be a hooker, a cop, go on any high speed car chases, shoot at anyone, or become a drug lord. And guess what? I’m still enjoying the movie.
Anyone claiming this movie is promoting the wrong message, is obviously susceptible to being a victim. Grown- ass women aren’t so stupid that this movie is going to hurt them. If they watch it and want to go home and get handcuffed to their bed, so be it. What this movie is promoting is clearly what some audience wants to see. Our daughters aren’t stupid, either. I raised my daughter to know how to handle herself in her own individual situations. And the character in this movie isn’t the first girl to have a relationship with an older billionaire.In the movie and in reality!! That includes male and female.
 What these people are actually saying for women is quite opposite from what they think they’re saying. They’re certainly not giving women, young or old, any credit for making their own decisions. As if we’re a bunch of mindless bodies roaming around following whatever the movies and books tell us to. If that’s you- you need to talk to someone about it. Otherwise, the rest of us strong, independent thinking, decision making, capable, sex having women, will see whatever movie and read whatever book we choose. And thanks to all the negative hype, the movie will now probably make $9 from me just so I can see if I can leave without becoming a victim.
 Enjoy, Barrelassers  😉


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EDDIE VAN HALEN WAS MY VALENTINE’S DAY PRESENT! NOT TOO SHABBY!

WHO GETS THE BEST VALENTINES DAY HUSBAND AWARD EVER? I think mine! For driving 7 hours, a day early on the chance that I could see Eddie Van Halen get out of a car or something. Guess he was as surprised as I was!!!

Okay- full story. My phone blew up and I tried my best to document every moment for myself on that darned phone! I Found out Eddie Van Halen was going to be speaking to a limited number of people at The National Museum of American History in DC on Feb. 12-2015. My Barrelassin’ son, Timmy, is at Tech School an hour away from here so I planned our weekend visit one day early so we could at least go to the museum on the same day as Eddie. Reservations were free, but were gone in 3 minutes. Who cares? I can try it. I was wait listed. And I wait listed Jay and all my friends, mom and sister, too, just in case. Barrelassin’ Jay said I was crazy. He’s right, I am.


We went to the museum and were told there was no need for me to wait, there was no way anyone wait listed would be let in. I hatched a plan. I told Jay we’d still stay at the museum, like we planned to do anyway, and when they were about to close at 5:30 (he was speaking at 6:30) we’d go hang around the area until they made us leave, hoping to catch a glimpse of him coming or going. Even people with reservations only had a reservation to stand in line- no seat guarantees. So we were hanging out on a bench pretending we belonged there since it was after 5:30 and nobody had kicked us out yet. I guess they weren’t making anyone leave anyway. Some guy comes walking by to the restroom. He asks if we’re going in. I explain we’re wait listed and were not likely to get in. He reaches in his inside coat pocket and hands me his guest pass. He had reservations and it was extra guest pass. I KNOW!!! RIGHT?! He said he only had one, but we could have it. Naturally Jay was gonna stay outside so I would have hope of seeing Ed, my lifelong hero. But I told him to stand in line with me. They came down the line with the opened seat wrists bands and I explained to such a nice lady that I had a guest pass, but my husband was wait listed. She said he was the only one inside the building on the wait list. About 10 people ahead of us they stopped the line and apologized to everyone because they were full. She explained that we were all welcome to hang out and attend the ceremony afterwards and have a drink and food and meet Ed. I nearly died lol. She says they’ll bring special armbands out to us.
All of a sudden they come back and start giving armbands and letting a few more in at a time. We get to the NICE lady and I ask about Jay again, she says “I think we’re just gonna go ahead and let everyone else in.” (The 4 people behind us were staff and 2 of them had already let us in front of them for no reason.) They check my “friend’s name” who gave me the guest pass and I’m good to go. One lady says I can go but Jay has to stay out. NICE lady says we’re letting him in. They get into an argument in front of us. NICE lady is shoving us saying “just go on.” Other lady is saying “we’re not letting wait listed in!!” NICE lady says to her “SO AND SO IS HOUSE! AND HE’S GOING IN!!” (Not revealing her name.) Thank Heavens for whoever SO AND SO is!
 We go in and are told to find a place on the wall, but if someone yells fire, we should run, because there’s a few extra people in there. So on the wall, we have an even better spot. Eddie is interviewed on the stage- Alex Van Halen and Wolfgang Van Halen are sitting there watching. AMAZING! They’re (the staff) all like, hang out after and have a drink and some food, Ed will be out there, too. So now all of a sudden we have free beer and wine and food.WHAT?!?! We walk out and get right in line cause we need a beer and are waiting for Ed to appear somewhere. People in line start showing up with beer. Turns out the beer is on the other side. So I ask, “what is this for then?” Oh, this is the line if you want to meet Eddie and have a photo made with him, I’m told. Oh, how silly of me. I’ll stay in this line. So we take turns getting beer and staying in line. Which moved pretty quickly. I was all laughs with everyone and super strong girl- until that lady said, “your turn” and he waited for me to walk over and I started crying. I tried so hard not to. The moment I started walking toward him, I was overcome with my emotions. You need to remember, this has literally been my dream for more than 30 years!! Do you have any idea how many people I have written to since I was a 10 year old girl trying to meet Eddie Van Halen lol?  He pet me for a second, said “awww, don’t cry.” He was SO KIND and patient while we tried to wait for me to gather myself just a little so we could take the picture. Then he told me to smile. I told him I was trying to, but I had basically waited my whole life for this. He smiled and it was a comfort to me. Then Jay got his made. Someone tried to make me move on while I waited for Jay and my phone and wiped my eyes. The bodyguard said “She’s okay with me.” heart emoticon
Then, we freaked out and froze our butts off and couldn’t move our fingers by the time we walked/ran to the metro station and found our way back to our hotel shuttle. We hadn’t eaten since 6:30 a.m. so we ate- and now I’m going to bed. Best Valentine’s Day early start weekend EVER! As I ran across the busy street on the phone, I told my bff on the phone as I ran across the street- “If I die in this crosswalk, it’s because I posted earlier that life is complete and I’m jinxed. The truth is, I told my husband, I went to bed that night feeling so at peace. Like, it had been my biggest dream in the works for over 30 years. Now what? Nothing. And that’s fine. I mean, I have things I want to do and places I want to go, but that was literally my biggest dream. And now I’ve done it. I honestly feel relieved that it finally happened. Obviously I would love to do it again, and probably say something more meaningful than “I’ve waited my whole life for this” and “I’ve got a Van Halen tattoo” to him- but it’s finally complete. I can’t think of  anything else that I can dream bigger at this point. I felt so honored to be in the same room with the Van Halen brothers and Ed’s son, Wolf, other than in the concert halls, obviously.
 Enjoy, Barrelassers  😉