Hello, Pope; buh-bye, Paul.

Wow! Exciting happenings on PB this week. Michael and Sara convince Henry Pope to go to the cigar club to take out the contents of her father's humidor. Lincoln and Paul have an interesting conversation while waiting for M&S to return with Pope. This may be the only actual conversation I've ever seen Linc carry on; it doesn't involve Lincoln making any threats or grunting at all. Pope goes into the club to get the information Gov. Tancredi left there (and Michael and Sara have a very sweet conversation debating the merits of filet mignon vs. burritos while Pope is gone). As Pope leaves the club, he is confronted by The Smirking Man. Michael, down the street in the car, realizes what's happening and speeds up to hit Agent Kim with their trusty Jeep Wagoneer (knocks the smirk off his face for a brief moment). Lincoln The Rhino returns as he attempts scalpel-less cosmetic surgery on Agent Kim; Michael is finally able to summon Linc back to the car, Sara locks Paul out of the vehicle and they take off.

T-Bag takes the Hollanders to his childhood home-of-horrors and, through flashbacks, we see that his father sexually abused him. He asks Susan whether she can ever begin to love him; and she admits that she can't. He locks them in the cellar and gives serious consideration to how he will proceed. For once in his pitiable life, he makes the right decision, leaving the house and calling the police once he's at a safe distance, to alert the police that Susan and the kids are locked in. Can I add at this point, I am so torn by T-Bag's continuation on this show. The utterly brilliant Robert Knepper continues to amaze me. I am at once repulsed and fascinated by T-Bag and this week, finally illustrating that he truly loves Susan Hollander and her children, by doing the right thing in letting them go, was written so well by TPTB.

C-Note gives it his best shot to look after Dede on his own but finally realizes that she is just too sick for him to look after on his own. His good sense and loyalty to his family finally bring him to his senses, and he makes a deal with Mahone that, if Kacee is realeased from prison and his daughter receives medical care, he will help Mahone find Michael Scofield. I have read varying opinions on his actions; honestly, I think it's the first really honourable thing he's done since he left Iraq.

And Sucre! Papi is finally back with his baby's mami. "I got three words for you, baby...", no, not "I love you", "we gotta go!" LOL Cute. Good to see Sucre back with the love of his life, even if she did almost marry his cousin. Girl was confused; it happens.

Some pics of Michael being all intense:



Thanks to JustJared for the screencaps.

Moving on

Enough with that piece of spam. I shall waste no more blog space on him.

Today is an absolutely gorgeous, sunny, mild day. Granted, it's still below freezing, but only 3 degrees below, rather than 25 below as it has been the last few weeks. It's practically shorts-weather. :)

The weather change is very much welcome. Everyone seemsm to be feeling so pissy these days and I'm pretty sure it's because we're reaching the end of the winter. Only a few days left in February and when we reach March 1, I always feel a sense of relief, like we've reached a finish line - "We made it!"

I am on holidays the week of March 5-9. On March 6 (C's birthday!) I am taking the train in the afternoon, up to Toronto. I'm staying overnight all. by. myself. :D and attending a work-related seminar the next day. Then back home on the train that evening. I feel bad being away from C the evening of her birthday, but we'll have her party on the following Saturday; and she won't remember it anyways. This seminar is held twice a year in Toronto; and the other time during the year is the first week of school in September! So I'm a bit stuck. It's also held in Windsor and Hamilton; just way too far.

I am looking forward to having that time to myself; take myself out to dinner, maybe do a little shopping, sleeping in a hotel. **sigh** Gonna be good. :) I haven't gone away anywhere by myself since...um...ever? LOL Oh, when J was two I went camping for a weekend with my friend. This will be quite a luxury.

Justice

Recent events have prompted me to look take a quick look at some of the penalties imposed by the Canadian justice system for a couple of different offenses.

First, impersonating a police officer: Personate police officer; Criminal code section 130; max penalty 6 mos./$2,000 fine

Obstruct police; Criminal Code section 129; maximum penalty 6 mos./$2,000 fine; indictable 2 yrs.

Perjury (such as giving sworn testimony that, "No, I never saw a letter that my [friend/boyfriend] is alleged to have counterfeited, ostensibly from the OPP"): Criminal code section 131, 132. Maximum indictable penalty - oh, wow, hey! 14 yrs.

Which means if you're 23 now, you'd be darn near close to 40 before you saw the light of day again.

I imagine you'll want to consider your actions carefully.

*Info Courtesy of www.defencelaw.com, website of Toronto criminal lawyer Ron Jourard. Telephone: (416) 398-6685; toll free (Canada and U.S.) 1-888-257-0002; email: jourard@defencelaw.com.

An Inconvenient Truth

Have you seen it? It is SO WORTH SEEING. Al Gore presents undisputable facts in a format that is simply unforgettable. Please rent it as soon as you can; you can also buy it from the website associated with the movie, ClimateCrisis.net.

We just can't put it off any longer.

On behalf of Julie

On behalf of my sister, I offer the words of Dashboard Confessionals' "Best Deceptions":

I heard about your trip
I heard about your souvenirs
I heard about the cool breeze and the cool nights
And the cool guys that you spent them with
I guess I should have heard of them from you
I guess I should have heard of them from you

Well don't you see, don't you see
That the charade is over
And all the "best deceptions" and the
"Clever cover story" awards go to you

So kiss me hard
'Cause this will be the last time that I let you
You will be back someday
And this awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips
Will be of service to keeping you away

I heard about your regrets
I heard that you were feeling sorry
I heard from someone that you wish you could
Set things right between us
Well, I guess I should have heard of that from you
I guess I should have heard of that from you

Well don't you see, don't you see
That the charade is over
And all the "best deceptions" and the
"Clever cover story" awards go to you

So kiss me hard
'Cause this will be the last time that I let you
You will be back someday
And this awkward kiss that screams of other people's lips
Will be of service to keeping you away
To keeping you away

I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers
I'll be alright when my hands get warm
Ignoring the phone--I'd rather say nothing
I'd rather you never heard my voice
You're calling too late, too late to be gracious
You do not warrant long goodbyes
You're calling too late
You're calling too late
You're calling too late

Hey, Jarrett? Got a second?

I'm just saying.

Happy Valentine's Day

Have a good one, either with your sweetie or on your own. Couples don't have the monopoly on chocolate, flowers and love!!!

Meet Jack Shrapnel

As mentioned in a previous post, my husband's band, Jack Shrapnel, won a battle of the bands event last Sunday night. The following is a clip of one of the songs the band performed that night.



The band website is located at www.jackshrapnel.com

The Kiss...

I am SQUEEEEEEE for tomorrow night!

Blessed Imbolc

(I'm a couple of days late on this)

Crush

My son has his first crush. On a little girl in his class. Apparently she returns his affection. Their names rhyme and everything - it's totally meant to be!

I couldn't place who the little girl was, when he told me her name; so I had him point her out in his class picture. She is a pretty little gal, and I told him so. He kinda giggled and blushed and said, "I know!" It is way too friggin' adorable.

I bought a package of Valentines for him to give to his class; and last night as he was checking out the package (they're Duck Dodgers cards) he said, "Mom, there are no girl cards in here!!" Meaning there are no cards with girly pictures on them. He wants a "speshul" Valentine to give to her.

He told me he writes her love notes in class. I was curious as to how this works, since his reading and writing is only *fair* at this point. He said he writes his name, and he writes her name, and he puts hearts around them. Awwww!!

It's all just too cute for words.