WWE   Superstar,   Chris Benoit, his wife and son were found dead in their home.   WWE.com  has  yet to  give details. 
The Canadian wrestler was 40.

I decided to reissue this blog elsewhere.   http://andrewandthealuminumsidings.blogspot.com/
I copied about five of the entries from here to there, but don't know when I will be updating this one for anything much more then  photos.

I have never missed my Grandparents as much as I do right now!
All I want is to be able to go to their house, sit in the kitchen with my Grandma and have homemade bread toasted with homemade jam and tea while she looks after me,  with the kitchen widow open so that we can hear my Papa in the backyard as he sings while mowing the lawn.  But Papa has been gone for 22 years, and Grandma has been gone for 8.  The house was long since sold so it isn't even in the family anymore. 
What has brought this on?  A vision while in meditation.  The vision was pretty much the same but with one little thing added. In the vision the guy I am...in love with  is sitting in the backyard on a lawn chair. In the vision, my Grandma is saying what a nice guy he is just if only he would cut his hair and take out those earrings. In the vision my Papa is telling him just how much I care about him and that he needs to pull the turnip from the garden for dinner. 
I always thought that when you fell in love with someone they were suppose to fall in love with you too?  

Everyone has that one friend who always has a mean supply of the crudest rudest jokes around. Lucky me, I have not just that one friend but her mom too. This was just too good I have to share.........

A wife came home just in time to find her husband in
> > bed with another
> > woman. With super-human strength borne of fury, she
> > dragged him down
> > the stairs, out the back door, and into the tool shed in
> > the back yard and put his penis in a vice. She then secured
> > it tightly and
> > removed the handle. Next she picked up a hacksaw.
> >
> >
> > The husband was terrified, and screamed, "Stop! Stop!
> > You're not going to cut it off, are you?"
> >
> > The wife, with a gleam of revenge in her eye, put the
> > saw in her
> > husband's hand and said, "Nope. I'm going to set the
> > shed on fire.
> > You do whatever you have to.
> >

	
Yeah I love my Erin and her mom and this is one of the cleaner ones I found in my morning email. 

Here's the latest episode of Creeping Screams! Starring Ardeth Blood (my alter ego) and Viva-Loco Homegirl Esq
I was having alot of problems with this video. So I removed it,  but if you go to    http://hardcorevampsprods.net
You can see this show....

This is the part where I shamelessly plug my video.  Go to hardcorevampsprods.com and hit the TV page. There you will see my first video for my song  "One Shot".

And your are all thinking "uhutoh, who is she going to attack today?"  And you would be right.  I keep hearing about Hot Topic, and being a Middleaged Bucket of Dren, (I am now 33)  I have come to the conclusion that it is a store so I checked it out on the web. Yes indeed it is a store, infact it is a store that is the carbon copy of Spencers Gifts & Things. The website is even the same design (I have no idea if they are owned by the same company nor do I care)  Now, given that I have no clue as to what makes this the sudden thing to own stuff from (nor do I care) I looked at some of the make-up products they carry.  What is up with eye makeup that is called Cupcake Frosting?  Why on earth would you want to put something on your face that someone else is calling "food"?  (Yes I know its just eyeshadow making my point here) What is wrong with just going to the drug store and picking up some CoverGirl brand or Rimmel brand? It's the same thing, at the same price.  Not to totally rip apart a store BUT I remember a time when in order to get band stuff, you had to actually go to a concert and buy it there. If you were really really lucky the local record store or comic book store would have the t-shirts and posters/patches.  Yes I must say it is more convenient to have these things available at little shops like this in malls world wide,  but then why bother having an Official Artist Website to sell them on? If you are someone like me - MiddleAged and Crazy who doesn't get the world today- then great! we'll get together have coffee and start a band. But if you are MiddleAged and actually know what the hell I am yammering on about, then you are one of 3 things #1 a parent with demanding kids. #2 A rock promoter/store owner.  #3 The Old person who lives alone with ten cats who thinks their hip and cool with the latest trends that the kids in the neighbourhood laugh at behind their back.
The average life span of the "IT" girl/guy/store/hot spot  is 4 months then it's old tired and crapped on. When you are there let me extend my hand and say "Welcome to Middle Age"

About 2 years ago, I got the internet at home. No more going to the library once a week to check emails. This was both a good thing and a bad thing.  I have been a Pagan for the greater part of my life. I believed one way solidly without question, that was until I joined a few internet "communities" in the summer of 2005.  Then it just seemed that everything I stood for, everything I had formed my world around was not only criticized, but trampled on. I was told by some of the other "wiccians" that I was not a witch. I was told by some of the other "Otherkin" that I am not.  Just because I didn't partake in some of the more cliched things.  It got so bad with some of the backstabbing and immaturity that not only did I end up not being part of many of them ; it took from me a sense of self.  I lost almost all faith in my Path. I even stopped going to any kind of Occult sites even for retail. Things got so dark in my life that I doubted everything, even my very existance. I was beyond giving up, ready to end myself.  Then something happened. I was in a car accident in Sept 2006. It took almost dieing to reinforce my desire to live. I had started my morning on Sept 1 2006 hating the person in the vechical next to me, hating the job I was doing, hating the fact that I felt divided.  I ended that day feeling alive.  While I was in ICU ;I began to feel whole. Something and to this day I can't put my finger on what, but something inside me "fixed".  When I got home almost two months later I started to present myself on the internet not as Harley Lilith Noir, or Ardeth Blood  but under my real name. (and the email address I use under my real name) The need to be me, all of me not just one slice of myself had take a strong hold. And under my real name I was able to connect once more with my faith. To expand my Path. Am I 100% yet? No not yet. But I am alot closer, more comfortable with who I truely am.  This last few years have been draining mentally, emotionally, spiritually and physically. But I am starting to see the reasons I needed to go through them.    Sometimes a crisis of Faith comes at just the proper time.    Blessed Be

Just finished watching the Matrix trilogy which I haven't seen in a few years.  I had gone to see the first one when it came out 8 years ago with my then cousin whom turned to me and said she didn't get it.  I admit, there is alot that still goes over my head but I understand where the first movie was coming from on one level : conformity.  And I can see where a philosophy dare I say religion has since been created from it.  What I also noticed is the Squids.  Very much to do with the works of H.P. Lovecraft and the Necronomicon.  Though I tend to see vampires and squids everywhere in the last ten years or so, but that is another conversation. And yes I do see the vampiric side of the film, as I do the Alice in Wonderland theme. No one can deny the Alice theme.  But I think the point I was trying to make when I sat down to write was if the Media is the new messenger, then just what is the message?

Hey YO!  happy Belated 25th!

Me, cute guy I like, a crazy amount of attraction, fall turns to winter, I still feel deeply for him, but he comes across like nothing towards me.  What do I do?  Hours that we spend together is never enough time. I always feel like he leaves right as soon as he walks in, even though on average we spend 4  hours together everytime. I tell myself in time I will stop caring for him, but then I see him and I just get weak in the knees for him all over again. I ended up babbling to him not making any sense at all just because I wanted a reason to stand next to him.