Patrick and I love to watch horror movies. Lately we have watched lots of them. We’ve watched a few newer movies, but mostly we’ve dusted off the old teen slasher flicks and viewed them as marathons.

First off we sat through Hellraisers 1-8. Honestly I have never watched a Hellraiser movie until now, and I’m not sure I can really get into them. In all horror movies there is a basic formula as to what makes you a potential victim, with Hellraiser I think they tried to get a bit too creative.

The Hellraiser plot is basically… you solve the puzzle, open the box, and Pinhead comes for you and inflicts upon you unimaginable pain. How hard is it for writers to understand this? Well folks it must be pretty hard because in one of the movies I think Pinhead showed up once and that appearance seemed to be more of an after thought. As in ‘oh yeah, we are making a pinhead movie maybe we should insert bad guy here and hope he appearance doesn’t screw up our movie’.

What the hell kind of thinking is behind the concept of ‘lets bring bad guy into the future and put him in space’ all about? Futuristic Sci-Fi/Horror only works if the bad guy(s) are aliens and sucks as bad as prequels. Instead of into the future, prequels send you into the past to set up a story that has already been playing out for insert # of sequels here . They try to explain why the demented resurrected psycho is a mindless slasher. Prequels really piss me off.

With a prequel they manage to screw up their own story line. Imagine you have sat through ‘horror movie 1-5 and then some jackass who obviously has never seen this particular horror movie decides to make a prequel. While watching this crap your only thought is “I hope the idiot who wrote this was the first victim of this movie”. Your next thought is “what a waste of downloads”. Aren’t you glad you didn’t spend money on that load of crap? lol

In the end Hellraiser had a lot of potential to be a great slasher flick. Unfortunately it missed the plot.

Gwenivere Rose was born April 10, 2008 at 6:10am. Granny’s little angel weighed 6lbs 14oz and is 20 1/2″ long. Pictures coming soon! I’m so excited. I can’t wait till I can teach my little angel to act like the devil. ;)

One of the things I have wanted to accomplish this year is putting together a cookbook to give to my boys and their significant other. What I have in mind is a cookbook full of recipes that are quick and easy to make. I remember what it was like to feed a family on a young families tight budget, so the recipes also have to be low in cost and comprised of ingredients that are around the kitchen anyway.

When a person has to make something out of a lot of nothing we at times tend to come up with some very creative dishes. Over the years I have managed to create a plethora of recipes that have become some of Patrick’s favorite meals. Unfortunately some of my recipes don’t fit the criteria of the cookbook I want to put together for my boys.

If anybody (especially Americans) would like to help me out by sending me some tasty, cheap, quick, and easy recipes I would greatly appreciate it. You can share your recipe in the comment section below or e-mail me at recipes at kathleenhawke dot com.

I have decided to let everybody know the news. I can’t pretend to be a young sexy sweet angel any more. My youngest son decided that it was time I was a grandma! No I wasn’t consulted on the matter. I wasn’t consulted because my son figured I would freak at the mere suggestion of such a thing. Most of you would ask why my son would think such a thing when I am obviously wonderful. Well I’ll tell you, because when my boys started having sex I had no intentions of becoming a grandma and told them so. I even kept them supplied in condoms so I wouldn’t have to kill them, but years go by and the inevitable happens.

Good thing that years have gone by because I didn’t freak I was actually quite pleased. So pleased in fact that I text and e-mailed my friends the exciting news right away. So for the past five months I have been anticipating the birth. The baby is due March 24. I hope my son’s beautiful partner Brittany can hold out till April 8th. I wouldn’t dare ask her to hold out till then because I still remember how I felt at the end of a pregnancy. I’m sure by the time March 24th gets here Brittany will want the baby to ‘GET OUT NOW’! But if she wouldn’t mind granny wants a special little birthday present.

They had an ultrasound and know what the baby is going to be. I didn’t want to know just in case the ultrasound is wrong. But my niece couldn’t keep quiet so I found out which really pissed off my son. Now that I know it is a girl, every time I see some cute little pink outfit I want to buy it. But I have resisted just in case it turns out to be a boy. Now if it does turn out to be a boy I have that covered because we already bought Lilly a Collingwood Magpies outfit. The outfit consists of shirt, bib, cap, booties, and pacifier. As she grows grandpa Paddy and I will have to keep her Collingwood wardrobe updated.

Also, grandpa Paddy and I will have to teach the little angel about real music. We will start her education with the greats like Alice Cooper and Ozzy Osbourne. My son has absolutely shit taste in music, ICP makes my skin crawl. I can’t let my son feed her a steady diet of that crap without showing her there is better music out there. My son might disagree but since he listens to ICP he has proven he don’t know much!

If the ultrasound turns out to be correct grandma’s little angel will be called, Gweneth Lillian Voorhees. She will need a college education to spell that. As of now they plan on calling her Lilly. If she takes after her father she will be an absolute joy as a child. When she become a teenager, well… paybacks are a bitch.

My baby boy as a new born


At 5 years


At 17


Graduating High School


The future daddy to be…


Damn time flies!

Brittany’s slide show hosted by slide.com

Update:
Baby’s name has been changed to Guinevere Rose…

The Pope and Hillary Rodham Clinton are on the same stage in front of a huge crowd.

‘Her Majesty’ and His Holiness, however, have seen it all before, so to make it a little more interesting, the senator says to the Pope, “Did you know that with just one little wave of my hand I can make every Democrat in the crowd go wild?”

He doubts it, so she shows him. Sure enough, the wave elicits rapture and cheering from every democrat in the crowd.
Gradually, the cheering subsides.

The Pope, not wanting to be out done by such a level of arrogance, considers what he could do. “That was impressive. But did you know that with just one little wave of MY hand I can make EVERY person in the crowd go crazy with joy? This joy will not be a momentary display like that of your subjects, but will go deep into their hearts, and they will forever speak of this day and rejoice.”

The senator seriously doubts this, and says so. “One little wave of your hand and all people will rejoice forever? Show me.”

So the Pope slapped her.