Help..........I lost my Edward........AGAIN!!!! I...

I'm currently undergoing a major catastrophe.

I've once again lost my Edward. Yes, sadly, this has happened before. If we take a journey back a couple of months through TwiSoup time capsule and we'll find a post called: Has Anyone Seen My Edward? In that post, the catalyst of my Edward loss was the "Wonderful World of FanFiction". I had recently read my first steamy romance between Edward and Bella in the story "Wide Awake". Edward was all angsty, cursing up a storm, utterly vulgar, smoking, and horny. Really, really horny. I honestly thought it couldn't get any fucking better than that but I was quickly proven wrong. See, I had asked you, my fellow Twi-Junkies, to recommend some more juicy fics. Holy shit, the women of the Twi-fiction world are effing amazing! I have now read SO many that in order to keep my Edwards straight I have begun to compartmentalize.
Fanfiction gives titles such as Tattward, Officeward, Domward, Listward......I could go on forever with this, but I think you get the idea. I find it easier if I have categories like.....

Smoking and Cursing Edward
Teenage Angsty Edward
Tattooed Edward
Sex-god Vampire Edward
Dr. Edward Cullen
Daddy Edward........and they tell two friends.......and so on........and so on.............

Like I said, I've compartmentalized!

There is also a special category for the real Twilight Edward. You know, Mr. uber polite, gentlemanly, too caught up in his own bullshit, scared to jerk off Edward?
For him I have borrowed the incredibly clever title Sparklepus! (If you haven't read Breathe Me by afragilelittlehuman you should)!

I have accepted the fact that due to my FanFiction obsession, I have basically desensitized myself to the tinglies once produced by the real saga. I've learned to acknowledge Mr. Sparklepus for the muse that he truly is. If it weren't for him paving the way I would have never had Sexy Doctorward!

With this revelation all seemed well in my head.....crisis averted......no mass casualties........right?

Summit stole my Edward! That's right! Those corporate Hollywood bastards completely ruined Sparklepus.

Yes, I loved New Moon. Sure, some parts were better than others but that is an entire blog post that I will have to save for later. The real issue here is Edward. Could somebody please find a passage from the books that says Edward dresses like an old man and has a bite mark on his nipple? Oh you can't? It doesn't exist you say? Yeah I didn't fucking think so either!

I totally get the fact that Edward is supposed to be a 109-year-old vampire trapped in a 17-year-old's body. On top of that he was from a well-to-do family in Chicago. He wouldn't be some beefy hunk. He'd have long lean muscles if he had any to speak of at all. So why in the name of hunky leading men couldn't Stephanie Meyer have made Edward a good ol' fashioned farm boy? Seriously, have you girls seen what a lifetime of hauling hay and riding horses does to a young man.....mmmmm yummy!


I digress though......... If we are honest with ourselves we will see that Robert Pattinson fits his role perfectly. If Edward were to leap out of my book he would look just like my favorite picture.....


Rpattz is beautiful. He's nearly perfect, but somehow Summit managed to desecrate that beauty!

Rpattz willingly admits to much airbrushing for the shirtless scene. He's pale, has sunken in eyes, a freaggin bite mark on his nipple, grandpa shoes, and just looks downright emaciated. They may as well of tattooed a serial number on his forearm and put a sign over the door that reads,"Thank you for visiting Auschwitz....please come again soon!" ***(Wow, no religious offenses intended.....that just slipped right out. I am going to speak for my counterparts as well as myself here and state that we in no way wish to belittle and degrade the absolute miraculous moment it would have certainly been when one such prisinor would have left one such camp alive, but with that said I am also certain that Stoney is going to come up with some fucking sweet ass graphic that makes me spew my drink from my nose. My most sincerest appologies again, but I just can't find the will to hit the backspace button right now!)



Anywhoooo...back to Edward and can we just take a moment and say something about that man's 'V'.


Oh my goodness I have never seen such a lickable perfect V. That sort of perfection, my friends, can not be faked. All I can say is, Summit what the hell were you thinking? Was Rpattz's beauty too much for you? Did you not think that little Taycob could compete against a grown man? Did you fugly him on purpose? Or, maybe you are so clueless that you had no fucking clue how off the mark you really were! (Don't worry Rpattz....I still thought you were hot, it's just that I know you can be so much hotter......OK that really doesn't make sense, but I'm sure you understand!)


Really the only thing that redeemed Edward at all in the movie was the first "strut" over to Bella in the parking lot. After that....he was gone......stolen.......hopefully not lost forever. Remember, we still have Eclipse and BD 1&2! There is still hope!

I'm going to have to agree with JJ and STY over at Twitarded......Summit really could benefit from sensible fans being on site to give them constructive feedback. I am in no way suggesting that I believe I am qualified for such an undertaking, but someone out there is.......If the director could just be like, " So what did you think of what we did there?" and the sensible fan could be like, "Well, it looked pretty good, but I'm pretty sure that in the book Bella cries, Alice wears awesome designer clothes and Jasper doesn't look like he has a fucking stray cat on atop his gorgeous head!"


OK chickadees this is where I stop myself.........I will end by saying that of three things I am certain.......One, Sparklepus is a vampire. Two, there's a part of him that yearns to look like the young hot sex on a stick piece of ass that he is. Three, I am undeniably and irrevocably in love with him!

Do you ever have one of those moments where you come up with a fantastical wacky idea that sounds incredibly fun and exciting and you would love to be able to pull it off but you are afraid that your friends/family/coworkers might think you are a tad bit crazy and may possibly consider locking you into a 5x7 padded cell? Or maybe the idea is so fantastical you have no idea how in the hell you are going to fund such an adventure? Well, I come up with those kinds of ideas all the time and fortunately I refuse to take "no" or "HELL no" or even "how old are you?" for an answer.

Case and point #1: The Christmas Party

About three years ago I was sitting around with my recently deceased BOB (Battery Operated Boyfriend) and pondering how in the hell I was going to justify buying a new one without my husband completely flipping his lid. These things are quite an investment after all (at least they are if you go for quality) and I was pretty positive that he wasn't about to drop any of our savings into a manhood threatening vibrating piece of rubber. I knew I wasn't going to be able to survive for very long without SGP 'private time' so I knew I had to come up with something quick (hehe - I said come).

I started thinking about asking for one for Christmas since it was only a month away, but I realized quickly that opening a vibrator with the rest of the family watching or even having to explain, "What did Mr. SGP get you for Christmas?" to my grandma was not an option. I mean, wouldn't it be kick ass if EVERYONE got vibrators for Christmas?

Then the lightbulb kicked on and the glorious lights of the sex toy Gods showered their brilliance upon me.

XXX Mas Party.



My goal: To throw a XXX themed Christmas Party where every adult brings a wrapped adult toy and we play "rob your neighbor" or "white elephant" or whatever you call it in your neck of the woods.

And so the annual XXX-Mas Party was born. Sure they all laughed and thought I was joking around until they got my XRated invitation in the mail a few weeks later. Sure everyone still thought it was a joke as they filed into my house with pretty wrapped boxes and gift bags from The Hustler Boutique.

Yeah we all got a good laugh when Becky took a dildo in the face after Shannon stole it from her during the second round (those girls got intense holy shit) and then she stole it back so Shannon chucked it at her from across the room. However, when all was said and done everyone left the house asking, "We are doing this next year right?"

And so a tradition was born.

Now imagine two years later and Twilight has entered my life like a runaway Mack truck.



No I am not planning a XXX Themed Twilight Party...but good idea! Something tells me the sparkle peen would be a feature item.

This story starts much like the XXX Mas Party story - minus the broken dildo. I was in my car (where I do my best thinking - and singing) and I was flipping through my iPod trying to find a Twilight related song and it fell on Flightless Bird American Mouth. I was singing along (badly) and thinking about the Prom scene which led me to think about my own HighSchool Prom experiences. Now this may come as a shock to you all but I was a bit of an odd ball in HighSchool - well honestly Nameless Wonder and I were both odd balls in High School. We were figure skaters, we had our own small Film/Photography business, and we were attached at the hip 24/7. For our Junior Prom we were totally obsessed with Titanic so we dressed like we were from that era and for our Senior Prom we dressed like vampires. Neither Prom was a costume dance mind you...we were just cool like that. Now I had a blast at both Proms and I started to wonder why we had to stop doing kick ass stuff like that just because I was now an “adult” – whatever that means.

I thought about how fun it would be to get my hair done in a cheesy Prom updo and how badly I wanted to dance the final dance to Flightless Bird, or Let me Sign, or something Twilight related.
I wanted to dance under a collection of Christmas lights so bright they made my retinas burn.
I wanted to go prom dress shopping and have some hoodlums try to rape me in a back alley and then have Edward save me with his pussy growl and shiny Volvo...ok maybe not that last part.

Bottom line: I wanted a fucking Prom.

I tentatively started bringing this idea up to my friends - conveniently leaving out the Twilight part to everyone except for Nabs – sort of testing the waters if you will. The responses I got were 50/50. Half of them thought the idea was totally rad and half asked me if I was having a mid life crisis. I didn't care what anyone said, I was planning a Prom damn it.

The main issue I seemed to be having was funding. How in the fuck was I supposed to be able to afford up front costs for a hall, keg deposit (because my Prom would not be complete without a keg), decorations, photographer and a DJ?

And what about a Theme? I couldn’t just do Monte Carlo…that would totally give away the fact that I was trying to recreate the Twilight Prom.

Enter the glorious lights of the party gods shining down on me. What if we turned Prom into a Charity event? It was a win-win!

I contacted my favorite animal charity the Pet Peace of Mind Program to see if they would be willing to help with financing the fundraiser. Not only did they totally jump on the idea, they fronted all the much needed start up fundulation! WOOT! WOOT!

I quickly created tickets.


Booked a photographer that agreed to work pretty close to pro-bono.

I rented a hall at an art museum and enslaved Nabs, my brother, his girlfriend, Banders, and LayLay to help with decorations. We used the FUCK out of some Christmas lights and crepe paper and VOILA!!!! We had a Prom on our hands.

Thankfully only a few people noticed that the color theme was black and red and the tickets had a red apple on the front that was similar to the Twilight book cover. Not many people noticed when I slipped in Eyes on Fire and Let Me Sign and Tremble for My Beloved in the playlist.

I may have gotten a few complaints when the last dance was to Flightless Bird…but fuck them it was my Prom.

Thankfully I had Nabs there to dance with me and enable my Twilight Prom fantasy. She might not be RPatz but she’s probably the next best thing.

What all of our Prom guests did notice is that everyone had a blast and as they left that night almost every person came to me and said, “We are doing this next year right?”

You bet your sweet asses we are.

Here are some of my favorite pictures! And for those of you who are curious we raised about $500! We hope to double that next year. Further proof that the power of Twilight really does conquer all.

So, if you want to have a Twilight Prom, or recreate the Breaking Dawn honeymoon scene complete with pillows and furniture destruction…JUST DO IT! We only live once and we should never NOT do something because someone else thinks we are crazy. Chances are, they will thank you for having bigger balls than them.

Love you all! – SGP

Prom 2009:
All Photos by Ben Fournier

If any of you are an uber dork like myself you may have stumbled upon this amazing little gem of a You Tube video:

Star Wars Retold By Someone Who Has Never Seen It

If you haven't seen it... you should. It's fucking hilarious.

Anyway, after watching it I had the brilliant idea to have our favorite friend Jodie The TwiHater tell us the story of Twilight as she sees it (you all may remember her from: Twilight Showdown at Work). I of course am not nearly as movie savvy as the guy who made the Star Wars video but I think we held our own on this one.

Jodie The TwiHater has never read the books or seen the movie. The only thing she knows about Twilight is what she has seen in previews and heard in our random conversations at work. She seemed pretty convinced she had the basic storyline down so I let her have at it.

I hope you enjoy her amazing take on Twilight and a little clever photo editing to go along with her dialogue.

As always, comments keep us motivated. We love all of you! Enjoy!
PS: If you like this one, and you ask nicely we may or may not have a New Moon version up our sleeves.




You Tube Link if you can't see the embedded video.

New Moon Premiere:

Wednesday night I was so excited I had to take a Vicodin and about two trips to the bathroom to poop before I could even consider sleeping.

I knew that when I woke up the next morning it would finally be long awaited New Moon Day! After months of waiting, speculating and planning, November 19th was finally here and I could hardly contain my Squee’s of delight.

I woke up entirely too early and spent the better part of my morning pacing the floor from the computer to the door trying not to hyperventilate. At 10:30 I finally heard my doorbell echo through the house and like a giddy teenager I yanked the door open and stood on the threshold staring expectantly at T-Nabs.


After an extended silent stare-off, T-Nabs clenched her hands into tight fists and her face lit up in an anticipatory “squee” face I think any Twilight fan would recognize.

After getting our kiddos settled with a electric babysitter movie and munchies, we set up shop in my living room. In went the Twilight DVD, and out came the plethora of puffy paint, glitter, and other t-shirt making supplies.

We spent the next 8 hours creating our New Moon premiere ensembles and watching Twilight on loop three times (once with commentary). We took breaks only to eat, pee, and pass on the kids to their daddy’s for a night of kid free bliss. We broke open a celebratory bottle of Cherry wine and we glittered and giggled and created the day away.

Finally the golden hour arrived. Another knock at my door signaled the arrival of my amazing friend Banders. She was not feeling very well but her dedication and love for all things Twilight was not going to get her down. She was going to New Moon come hell or high water.

We all piled into the Mazda and headed off to our destiny: Towne Square Cinema – Theater #12.


When we arrived at the theater it was easy to see that we were the first ones there and the theater staff was not expecting anyone for a few more hours. T-Nabs and I were fucking starving but we didn’t want to lose our chances of being first in line so two diehard members of our posse offered to stay behind and hold our spots at the front of the line. T-Nabs, Banders and myself made a beeline to Taco Bell.

Now I suppose I should set the scene a bit here. While Banders looks pretty freakin’ normal, T-Nabs and I…well…we don’t. I’m sure you have noticed that we like to make asses of ourselves. We are not afraid to let our inner drag queen show herself no matter the occasion. Not only were we decked out in completely glittered home-made tshirts, our faces were covered in Vegas girl style glitter designs and we were wearing Team Switzerland boingy headbands. Needless to say we attracted some attention, thankfully most of it good.

After a totally awkward conversation about drug use with the girl taking our order at the Taco Bell counter (yeah, I was fucking confused too…I think she has a problem with prescription pain pills and she was not at all shy about letting us know about it) we ate, had an impromptu Eyes on Fire karaoke moment in the bathroom (the acoustics are so awesome in bathrooms) and headed back to the theater.

Before we ventured back inside T-Nabs and I pulled out our drug of choice for the evening: A big cool bottle of Stoli (in honor of RPatz of course).
We took turns taking shots (that’s right bitches…we don’t need no stinking training wheels) and we filled our flasks in preparation for a long glorious night.


New Moon was still 4 hours away.

As we sat in the holding line we made friends with some kick ass 15 year olds sitting next to us. I’m pretty sure we taught them some things we probably shouldn’t have (like how sneak candy and alcohol into a movie theater…in your bra of course! And how much Stoli should go into your cup of soda) but we all had a blast talking about New Moon and how fucking excited we all were.

We were UBER lucky and two hours before the show started the theater peeps let us into the actual auditorium so we could sit and hang out comfortably before the show started. We RAN for our choice seats and were thrilled to see our line buddies choose the seats directly in front of us. See the bonds you make through Twlight? It’s truly glorious.


T-Nabs and I of course had ants in our pants so we couldn’t stay seated for very long. We preferred to get up and wander around the theater and talk to other Twihards. We got lots of mad props for our boingy headbands and even had people ask to take our pictures…now, I do understand that they may have been taking our pictures because they thought that we were mentally unstable…but you know what? I’m totally fucking cool with that.

After Tour de TwiSoup we finally made our way through the crowd and back to our theater where we unknowingly walked smack into World War III.

We like to call it: Thursday night RAW!!! Kate Gosselin vs. Sweet Lady SMACKDOWN!!!


Ok, so it really wasn’t Kate Gossselin…but the lady had the horrific Kate Gosselin reverse mullet going on and she thought she was the fucking shit. I’m not joking people. This bitch thought she was the hottest MILF on the planet and she had 20 seats saved for her and her tribe of creepy matching stepford mommys and nine year old daughters. At this point the theater is packed and she is directing traffic like she owns the place. We are 1 hour until take off and most of her party has not yet arrived so she has about 15 empty seats which were quickly becoming a hot commodity. Apparently Sweet Lady and her daughter wandered around the theater for a bit and couldn’t find seats so they accidentally sat down in Kate Gosselin's “reserved VIP seating” area.

All hell broke fucking lose. KG flew off the handle and started screaming at this poor woman and stomping around and waving her finger like a spoiled twat face. She didn’t nicely ask this woman to move she SCREAMED at her. After a few moments of yelling and pointing she marched off to find a manager. She pulls him into the theater and starts wagging her finger in his face and pointing at the poor Sweet Lady and her daughter. Manager Man walks over to Sweet Lady and motions for them both to stand up and then asks them to move.

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!

At this point there are NO seats left. Sweet lady and her daughter are standing there looking completely lost while KG is standing there looking all smug and satisfied with herself. You all have no idea how badly I wanted to launch myself off my seat and tackle the bitch.

Of course T-Nabs and I can’t stand for this. No little girl deserves to have to have this happen to her on her New Moon night. It was her special fucking night! Unable to let this just happen without doing something about it T-Nabs stands up and turns to face the back of the theater and says:

“Do you guys see what is going on down there?”

She gets several sympathetic nods.

“Is that seat empty? How about that one? If you guys move over and you move up one row can we get two seats together? We can? Oh my god you guys fucking ROCK!!!”

We find Sweet Lady and her daughter seats! With the team work of all the TWiHards around us…we made it happen.

T-nabs and I tear down the stairs after Sweet Lady boingy headbands bouncing wildly on our heads. As we turn the corner we almost run smack into Sweet Lady who is talking to the Manager Man.

“We found you seats!” We exclaim in stereo. “We saw what happened and everyone moved and we got you seats!”

Sweet Lady looks at both of us probably fearful for her life…and honestly I can’t blame her, we look pretty crazy. But then she smiles. “See, there are nice people in the world still.”

At this time Banders comes around the corner and looks right at Manager Man and says, “I cannot believe that happened. I am appalled that you let that woman kick these two people out of those seats.”


Manager Man smiles sympathetically. “Yeah, I know. Please feel free to throw your trash on her on your way out. I will happily clean it up.”

Yeah people. He totally said that.

We high-five each other and return to our seats feeling like we did something pretty fucking awesome in the name of Twilight.

[To those of you who were there that night and you moved seats so those two could sit together…YOU EFFING ROCK MY WORLD!!!]

As you all know the movie fucking rocked – I laughed, I cried, I was totally fucked in the head after that Alice vision frolick-in-the-daisy-field scene – and I still have blue balls from watching half naked wolves for two hours straight.

New Moon for the win! Sure it had its moments were we all went…Whaaa? But the New Moon midnight show experience is something I will remember forever. Thank you to everyone who was there that made it memorable:

T-Nabs, Stoli…you fucked me up, in a good way, Banders, Amy, LayLay & Mommy, Nameless Wonder in line three states away, Team Jacob kid…you fucking rocked my world…POSE OFF!!!, Team 15 Year olds…you girls made our night, the lady who took our picture in the bathroom…that was baller, Manager Man, Kati – the popcorn soda girl who couldn’t add, Taco Bell drug addict…you should probably get some help, Olivia Newton John Volturi girl, Team Bumpit, all the awesome people we met in the bathroom and in the hallways, my brother who kept texting me from one time zone away taunting me that he already watched the movie…you are a fucktard but I still love you…and everyone else who was there!

My name is Nameless Wonder and I am a self-proclaimed member of Team Edward. You know the kind, “Edward and Bella forever” and all that.

Total vamp girl all the way - no ifs, ands or buts about it.

But deep down within my soul there is a very dark secret that I must confess – I am in love with Jacob Black.

Now before all you Team Edwards form a lynch mob and come after me, please allow me to tell you my story. The truth is I am probably more shocked than you at this sudden revelation because not only was I a devoted member of Team Edward, I was a very outspoken advocate AGAINST Team Jacob – I literally hated his character. And yet here I am, going “dark side.”

[SGP NOTE: She speaks truth, when we first started admitting to each other that we were Twilight obsessed and I admitted to being Team Jake...she nearly lopped my head off with a shovel.]

My only excuse for this sudden change of heart can best be explained by the following photo:

Okay, so I’m a little slow to jump on the Taylor bandwagon. But come on, just look at him (however be forewarned, you may not be able to STOP looking) Just like our favorite heroine of the saga, I too am human. And Taylor Lautner (aka Jacob Black) definitely “speaks” to my most basic of human needs…and I know y’all know what I’m talking about...

So there you have it. I’ve gone dark side simply because Taylor Lautner is HOT!


Well, okay. So there definitely is some truth to that statement, but putting those ripped six-pack abs aside, lets look at Jacob from a less distracting point-of-view, that of Stephanie Meyer’s.

In my own opinion, The Twilight Saga is written in a way that we as readers experience the story mostly from the same perspective as Bella. We read Stephanie’s words as they are being told through the eyes of this one character and for me, it became very personal. The more engrossed in the story I became, the more I found myself becoming the character of Bella. And because of this, it wasn’t just Bella that fell in love with Edward, I myself did as well. When Edward leaves in New Moon, every emotion Bella experienced, I experienced. He didn’t just leave Bella, he left me.

However, Bella must be stronger than I, because as she was able to at times forget and find comfort in Jacob’s friendship, I simply couldn’t. For me, it was Edward or nothing. New Moon was almost torturous for me to listen to (clarification on this – I listen to the audio books, not hardcopy). I fought back the urge to just “skip a few cd’s” and get to the point of the story when Edward has his comeback. But I didn’t give in, and I suffered through the Jacob-centric storyline. And I didn’t enjoy one bit of it. Even the big “Jacob is a wolf” reveal (spoiler alert if you haven’t read the books, – which if you haven’t, why the hell are you reading this?) was rather predictable and not satisfying at all to me. Just give me my Edward back and all will be good. And then Alice shows up, they take a quick trip to Italy and all is well once again.

As far as I was concerned, I say to Jacob Black - goodbye and good riddance.


Oh, but Jacob doesn’t say goodbye. He just keeps coming back. As the story progresses through Eclipse, all is well with Bella and Edward. I have the love of my life back and all is bliss once again. But this annoying little hot head of a kid just won’t go away. Through-out Eclipse, Jacob develops into a very stubborn, immature guy that doesn’t know when to back off. He’s too competitive, too driven by jealousy, and at times he’s very close to crossing a line of being too forceful with Bella. Even when she tells him to back off, he doesn’t. Damn you Jacob - no means no. Deal with it. At this point, I REALLY don’t like Jacob Black.

Then Stephanie changes it up a bit in Breaking Dawn. No longer is the story told solely through the eyes of Bella, but now we have Jacob’s perspective as well. And listening to the audio version of the book adds to the overall effect this has on the story, mainly because the Jacob perspective is presented through a male reader, really separating his story from Bella’s. And I will admit, stepping into his shoes and understanding his motives and thoughts really got me rethinking my hatred towards his character. Of course, at the same time Edward is just flat out annoying and at times unbearable (but that’s a whole other blog) which makes it very easy to begin sympathizing with and enjoying Jacob. And then of course when Renessmee comes, Jacob Imprints on her. Suddenly his once undying obsession to win Bella comes to an end and we’re left with a Jacob that is kind-hearted and well…lovable. No longer viewing him as a threat to Bella and Edward’s happiness, I was finally able to “relax” and just enjoy Jacob for who he was.


And it is with this mindset that I entered my first re-reading of the Twilight Saga. Reliving all the emotions that is Twilight, I loved Edward more than ever and although it still hurt when he left, the devastation of his absence was almost non-existent. I think having experienced the entire Saga from a Bella perspective, on the re-reading I was able to detach myself from her and read the story from my own perspective. And I must say, my perspective of the Twilight Saga is rather different than Bella’s. I won’t go into much detail on that, but what is important here is that during New Moon, I really enjoyed Jacob’s character.

Thinking back on it, I honestly can’t really say why I missed all this the first time around. I think I was just so hooked on Edward Cullen that everything else just didn’t matter. But now, Jacob made me laugh, he made me cry; he made me feel for him. And by the time I was onto my second run through of Breaking Dawn, Bella and Edward both just annoyed me and it was always a refreshing change when the story shifted to Jacob once again.

I found a new-found appreciation for Jacob Black as I re-read the Twilight Saga, and now with the release of New Moon the movie, this appreciation moved to a whole new level. Let’s just say that when Bella goes to Italy to save her beloved Edward, I was thinking “Ah let him die…” I just wanted more Jacob (okay, lets be honest here – I wanted more of Jacob’s body : ) Edward in New Moon really didn’t do much for me, and I think this is for two reasons:

1 – Because you’ve got Jacob hanging around with his shirt off all the time, talk about a major distraction. I laughed my ass off when they finally get to Italy and Edward dramatically takes his shirt off as he walks towards the light. After watching Jacob prance around half naked for the past hour, when Edward shows off his stuff, it’s like “seriously, that’s all you got?” Here Jacob is Death by Chocolate and Edward is some prepackaged, not even home-made chocolate chip cookie. You can’t even compare the two. Now I know in the book Edward is described as being almost as muscular as Jacob, but in the real world, Mr. Rob doesn’t even hold a candle to Taylor.

And 2 – (on a more serious note) because for the first time, I was able to enjoy this story completely detached from the story emotionally. I was finally able to experience this from a completely outside perspective, and witnessing it visually just made me think to myself, if I were Bella and Edward left me the way he did (hell the whole damn family left me the way they did) I would not just run back into his arms at the first chance I got, all being forgiven. Hell no, I would have kicked his ass! And to have her tell Jacob that “I’d choose him, it’s always been him” man that just hurt. Here Jacob has been her friend, picked up the pieces and put her back together and she turns her back on him the second Edward is back in the picture. And yes I have read the books so I know that emotionally, it’s not as simple as this. But right now, with those six pack abs staring back at me, all I know is that if Jacob were standing in my window begging me not to go, he’d only have to ask me once : ) Hell, he probably wouldn’t have to ask me at all.

So, now to really confuse the hell out of y’all -

After all I have just said, I have to say that I am still, and always will be a devoted member of Team Edward. And I say this because at the end of the day, for me the true beauty of Twilight is the love that exists between Edward and Bella, and the magical quality it has (yes, I said magical…yes I know that is extremely corny). And when it’s all said and done, I will always want Bella and Edward to be together. Just as Bella said, it has always been him.

But for now, I’m enjoying the eye candy that is New Moon the movie and for the time being, I’m going Jake-Side...and I know I’m not the only one...

Disclaimer from T-Nabs: I in no way think that I am America's next top model. I am actually pretty freaked out to have these pictures up...but I did it for you biatches to get a laugh. Please do not take these pictures seriously as I don't, and either does Stoney [well, I take composition seriously...but not content]. Enjoy them! Go Team Moustache!!!

As a photographer, I am often searching for new and innovative ways to stretch my artistic muscles... if you will. Lately it seems that I have been toiling away at newborn portraits, pet portraits, senior portraits...blah blah blah...While these are still fun and and I love doing them it isn't where my true passion lies.

Although I am probably the furthest thing from a fashionista...I am OBSESSED with fashion photography. If I could run away to New York and become Nigel Barker...I totally would. Unfortunately, only the occasional Trash the Dress photo session gives me the free reign of a true fashion shoot. I knew I was due.

Enter Twilight.

T-Nabs and I were sitting around the other day (probably drinking again...damn wine) wondering what new and fun thing we could come up with for the blog. We knew it was going to be hard following up the Dirty Seuss post...but we were confident we had something up our sleeves.

Thankfully, T-Nabs is hot (T-Nabs: Her words not mine) and very photogenic and an extrovert to boot. She doesn't mind letting me use her as a photographic guinea pig and for that I am sure I will be eternally grateful.

We were trying to think of a good way to incorporate Twilight into a fanfuntastic photo session that would tie in not only our obsession for Twilight...but our quirky-dorky-personalities too.

Then it came to me. Let's do a fashion style photo shoot that pays homage to one of the greatest characters in Twilight: Charlie Swan.

And so the Tribute to Charlie Swan was born.

Now, we couldn't just dress up like a hot cop or wrap T-Nabs in a Rainier can...so...we tapped in to Chief Swans other passion: Fishing.

Off we went to Busch Wildlife in Defiance, MO with tons of gear and fishing pole in tow. We trekked a mile in mucky mud (I actually lost my shoe at one point) until we reached our destination...the spillway. It was beautiful, secluded, and perfect for the "atmosphere" we were going for.

Enter fishing pole, fishnets, high heels, flannel and big over sized boots and...a moustache.

I hope you enjoy them as much as we did taking them. We really want to do another session so if any of you creative peeps out there have a suggestions for the next character to honor...we are all ears!

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So we all know how much T-Nabs and I LUUUURVE 'The Office'. Our Power Panties quest should be proof enough of that. Well, we have taken our love for this amazing bit of sexy fanfiction and written our own homage to it...Dirty Seuss Style.

***And if you haven't read it yet...you MUST!!! Here is some linkage: The Office ***

I am sure you all remember our first installment "Bella's Virgin Clam" well, I warmly welcome you all to sit back, relax, and enjoy our version of "The Cat in the Hat". . . I will warn you though, this is much much naughtier than the last one. The subject matter of course was slightly more saucy.

I hope you like it! If you do... show us some love and comment and maybe we will do some more...

Awww who the fuck am I kidding, we will do more anyway because we laugh our asses off in the process. Nothing like a bottle of wine...or two...split between two friends while forever ruining the most sacred of childhood reading classics.

So, without futher ado...