The Walking Dead Review/Recap SEASON FINALE..

Tonight 27 people are suppose to go… I think Beth/Andrea/Herschel will be the one’s to go from the prison, although I’ve heard rumors that Glenn goes… I think the two with Tyrese will go (not his sister, the two guys), Phillip, Milton and a lot of people from Woodbury.  I’m getting excited.. can’t wait..



Okay.. it’s time.. woohoo


Awe damn.. we start with Phillip punching someone.. it’s probably Milton.  Yup.. poor Milton.  Phillip tells him it was because of him that eight of him men died.  He tells him you kill or you die.  Milton asks “What would your daughter think if she saw you today”.. he said she’d be afraid of him but if he’d been like this from the start she’d still be alive”.   He asked if Andrea was still alive and Phillip takes him into the room where Andrea is.  He tells Milton to pick up the tools that he won’t need them anymore, but he drops them.  Phillip tells him to pick them up but he leaves a pair of pliers on the floor.  Phillp tells Milton to kill Andrea and hands him a knife, instead he tries to kill Phillip but fails.  I knew he was a goner..  Phillip left Milton in the room to die with Andrea still tied up to the chair.

We are at the prison now.. Carl is looking at the picture her got for his sister.  They appear to packing everything up.  Rick tries to talk to Carl but he pulls away.  Are they leaving?  Rick see’s Lori again.  Darryl tells Carol that Merle never did anything like that his whole life.. she tells him he gave them a chance.  Michonne tells Rick they are ready.  She tells Rick that he had to think about the deal the Governor gave him, she got it.  Michonne I do believe has a thing for Rick..  She thanked him for letting her in, he tells her that it was Carl who made the call.

Phillip is trying to rile everyone up, telling them that they killed 8 men, and 5 more like that before.  Tyrese tells them that they are backing out of the fight.. that it’s not their fight.  They will stay and defend the women and children and when they get back if they want them gone they’ll leave.  Phillip gaives them a gun and thanks them.  they pull up to the prison like an army.. in military vehicles, blowing up the guard tower.  Well there’s the 27 that are gonna die.. all the walkers.    The spike strips blew the tires on the first truck.  They make their way into the prison, using the thr truck to pull the gate off.  They make their way into the ward the team lived in.  Phillip see’s a bible and picks it up.. a passage has been highlighted.  They get flashlights and make their way into the hallways…

Milton tells Andrea that he dropped a tool on the floor behind her.  She tries to pull it forward with her foot as Milton tells her that she will stab him in the head when she gets free.

They are all in the tunnels now, listening to the sounds thinking they are sneaking up on the gang.

Tyrese tells his sister that all is quiet.  Andrea gets the pliers but she feared he was dead.. he wasn’t yet.  He asks her why she stayed after she knew her friends were out there.. she tells him she wanted to save everyone.  He tells her she needs to hurry.

The booby traps start, flash bombs go off causing the walkers to come after the sirens go off.  As they start running out of the prison Glenn and them are shooting  the citizens as they try to escape.  While they were in the prison they jammed the guns on the trucks.  DANG.. Carl just dropped a boy from Woodbury!  He really has lost empathy.

This was too easy.  Carl tells him he’s going with him.. he said he took out one of the soldiers . Carl said he drew on them.  Herschel tells him that Carl murdered that boy.. that he didn’t draw on them.

Out on the road Phillip stops them on the road where most of them say they aren’t going back.. that’s when Phillip opens fire on them all.  Damn.. he killed them all except 2.  Oops, make that 3.  One woman is alive, she has a man laying on top of her.  Phillip doesn’t catch her.  He gets in the truck and motions for the 2 he left alive to get in with him.

Andrea is still trying to pick up the pliers.  She managed to pick it up but ended up dropping it.  Amazingly she has manicured toes!  She finally picks them and starts to work on freeing herself when Milton who has passed starts to turn.

Back at the prison they are getting ready to go to the city and end it.. Rick goes over to Carl and tells him Herschel told him about the boy.  He asks him if he was handing it over, Carl tells him that he had no choice.. he points out the people that Rick didn’t kill that came back and killed someone in their group.    when he gets up to leave Carl dropped the badge.  Glen and Maggie say they are staying in case the Governor comes back.  That leaves just  the few of them to go to the town.  Carol had the gore shot of the night I do believe.

The come up on the trucks in the road and find walkers eating some of the victims.  Michonne is badass with that sword.    Oh lord.. my heart jumped a bit.. The woman who lived was in the truck and she jumped up.. for a minute I thought she was going to get Darryl.

Milton has turned!  Andrea is trying hard to get loose.    She got one wrist free, finally the other.  OMG.. it showed the door from the outside and we heard Andrea screaming!!!  We won’t know if she dies or not.

We come back to the town where Rick and them are being shot at by Tyrese.. Karen tells Tyrese that she’s fine… that the Governor killed all of them.  She tells him that they saved her.  Tyrese opens the gate for them when he tells them they are coming out.  Tyrese asked them what they were doing.  They tell Tyrese that Andrea never made it to the prison.. They take them to where they held Glen and Maggie.. they find blood coming out from under the door..  They open the door to find Andrea on the floor.. she says she tried to stop it and shows where Milton was bit.  She says she tried to stop it… she asks about the gang.  She tells Darryl it was good he found them.. that no one can make it alone now.. he tells her that he never could.  She tells them she’ll do it herself, meaning shoot herself in the head.. Michonne is crying.  Michonne tells her she’s not going anywhere.  Andrea tells them she tried, Rick tells her yeah she did.  They go out the door while Andrea takes her own life with Michonne in the room with her.

They return to the prison with a funky make shift school bus.  That means the Governor will be back next season.  they brought the people from the town to the prison.  Carl doesn’t look happy about it.. Rick is looking for Lorri but doesn’t see her.

Well.. we have six months until it comes back on… Guess we gotta figure out what to talk about now with the fam on Sunday nights..


Lacy’s Journal

Disclaimer (the following journal entries are all fictional, any resemblance to any person famous or otherwise is completely coincidental ).  Also contains X-Rated scenes.. if your EASILY offended.. do yourself a favor and leave this blog.. Thank you.

Well the kids are staying with Craig this weekend.  Bri has called me twice, she is really having a hard time dealing with her anger.  Craig told me that his bimbo finally agree’d to having a DNA test done.   She is suppose to go do it next week sometime.  He said the result generally take about 7-10 business days.  I have realized that I can’t make any decisions until I know the results of that test.  When he came over to pick up the kids he hugged me and whispered how very sorry he truly was.. and that he hoped I knew it in my heart that that was true.  I can’t help but wonder if he’s sorry for what he did, or sorry he got caught.

He asked me if Jackson was going to come over this weekend.  I told him what I do in my spare time is my business, he lost the right to know or even ask.  He told me that no matter what.. he will never give up no me, on us.. that he will do whatever it takes for however long it takes to win back my heart and my love and my trust.   Part of me wanted to grab him.. hold onto him.. tell him I believed him.. but that other part.. well it’s a little stronger.. I can’t just forgive and forget. …maybe.. one day.. but not today..

Jackson got here yesterday… he said he wants to stay with me until we find out who has been messing around in my house.  I told him I couldn’t do that.. I couldn’t explain it to the kids.  He said he’d sleep on the couch and we’d just tell them it’s only until things calm down.  I would feel safer if there was a man in the house, it’s very unnerving to be the only adult and know that someone can come into your home whenever they want.  I’m thinking about telling him yes.. but I don’t know how Craig will react.  This is still his house too, and I am still his wife.


Last night was amazing.  Jackson took away all my worries, all my fears.. all my inhibitions.  I’ve never experienced anything quite like it.  I’m almost ashamed and embarrassed to write about it but I don’t want to forget it either.. who am I kidding.. I will never forget it.  Craig and I have experimented in the past with different sexual things, role playing ect but last night.. I had no clue it was going to happen which made it even more intense.   He cooked us dinner and told me that he wanted to open me up to something new.. to trust him.. I told him I did trust him..completely, and I do..  After we had dinner he lead me upstairs to the master bathroom and drew us a bath and lit candles.. We got in the tub where he then blindfolded me… Omg.. to be deprived of vision made the other senses go into over drive.  Every touch sensual.  I craved more.  “Let me take away all you pain.. all your confusion” he whispered in my ear.  I tried to answer him but he put his finger over my lips and told me “no talking.. you only reply when I ask you a question.  Can you do that?”.. I found myself almost moaning the word “yes” to him.  “Good girl” he said kissing me gently.  He helped me out of the tub, he dried me off and walked me to the bed.  I heard the clink of metal and a moment later felt the cold steel of his handcuffs being put on my left wrist.. he then told me to get on the bed and to lay on my stomach..arms above my head.  He pulled the one arm that was cuffed tight as he looped the cuffs through the headboard and wrapped the steel around the other wrist.  He then started touching my skin.. caressing  my shoulders, rubbing my back… teasingly sliding his fingertips over my ass.  The sensations were wild, I haven’t felt this aroused in a very long time.. I started to tell him so when he told me “NO talking”… then SMACK.. I was completely caught off guard when his hand came down on my bare buttocks… the pain shot through but surprisingly something else shot down.. between my legs… I found myself in total desire for more.. SMACK again.. and again.. by the third one I heard him telling me to breath through the pain.. to relax my muscles and just let it happen.. “Yes sir” I replied.. like someone else had taken over my body… my mind.  While my skin was still stinging from the spanking I had just recieved he changed it up and started laying gentle kiss on it.. rubbing it lightly again.. OMG I’ve never experienced anything like that before.. i craved more.. I craved letting go of everything, to not have to be in control.  When his fingers found their way into my sex they found me more then excited… “Mmm.. you are enjoying this, aren’t you”.. he asked..” I couldn’t find any intelligible words in my mind.. all I could do was wiggle and squirm.  We spent hours in this scene.. him leading, me submitting.  I wanted to please him and in return he was pleasing me.  He used my body in every way possible and I couldn’t get enough of it.  Finally, when we were finished.. he unlocked the cuffs and pulled me to him.. he kissed my cheek and said he hoped I enjoyed it… I fell asleep on his shoulder, completely spent and sated..


I’m embarrassed to admit this.. but I want more of that.. whatever it was.. I need it.. I need him.. I think I’ll tell him that he can stay..

Another year gone.. Another year of missing you…



This is my mom.. the strongest women I ever knew.  Today marks the 13 anniversary of her departure from this world and I miss her still so much.  I’ve noticed that over time I’m forgetting more and more of the little things, the way she smelled, the sound of her voice. what her hugs felt like.. but one thing I’ll never ever forget is how much she loved me.  My father died when I was just 6 but that didn’t stop my mom.  She had 4 kids to raise and she stepped into the dual role shoe’s.  She was my mother and my father, strong, loving, protective.. all the things a good parent should be.  Sadly though because she had to work so hard to support us all she was at work more then at home, but she always managed to find a few minutes a day to spend with us all.  I thought I’d share a couple of memories with you all.


One of my earliest memories is after my dad died and we had moved into the house I grew up in.  Mom and I shared a room and my sisters had the room w/ the bathroom and my brother had his own room.  It was really really cold one night and I think the heater was out in the house (yes.. sometimes you need a heater in Fla).. and we went to bed and she snuggled up behind me, wrapped her protective arms around me and said “It’s so cold baby…try to stay warm”… You see I was the sick kid.. always getting pneumonia.. and she was worried about me getting sick in the cold so she rubbed my arms and tried to warm me up… Always loving…


Another memory I have is  about a snake.  We had this little metal shed in our back yard.. all it had in it was the organ our fathers mother gave us (mom didn’t want it in the house) and a rake.  On occasion when I would be in the back yard playing sometimes I would play in it.  This one day I opened the door to find a rattlesnake all curled up under the organ so I ran and got my mom.. she was after all my protector… she came out the back door with the broom and proceeded to beat the crap or should I say life out of that snake.  After several moments of her whacking it she came out covered in sweat but the winner of the fight…lol  that was my mom!

So.. on this day I will miss you.. I will cherish my memories of you.. I will hold you close to my heart and know that you are watching over us.  I hope I make you proud.. I hope my kids make you proud.  I’m only sorry they didn’t get to know you.  I love you mom.. always and forever.


Virginia “Ginger Lee” Underwood… 1945/2000.

Lacy’s Journal

Disclaimer (the following journal entries are all fictional, any resemblance to any person famous or otherwise is completely coincidental ).


I came home to find my front door open this time.  I called Jackson and asked him if he left it open, he said no and asked why.  When I told him he said he was at least 35 minutes from my place so he was going to call another cop to come check it out and to not go inside.  A few minutes later we heard the familiar sound of sirens.  The cop who showed up was at Jackson’s party and recognized me and even remembered my name but damn.. I could not recall his. Thank God for badges, his name was Russell.   He went in and checked it out and said it was clear and asked me to go see if anything was missing or moved.  Again my bed was messed with and my clothes in the dirty clothes basket was thrown out on the floor.  I immediately called Craig and almost screamed at him asking if he’d been in the house.  He said no he hadn’t and this was the second time I’d called and asked him that.  He wanted to know what was going on.  I told him nothing but he wouldn’t buy it.. he said he was coming over and before I could tell him no he hung up.


A few minutes later Jackson and Shane pulled up and started  talking to me and the other officer.  I told him Craig was coming over and he needed to leave, but before I could explain to him that Craig was outside this morning he pulled up.  After that it just blew up!  Craig was screaming at Jackson to get off his property, that he didn’t need to be there.  Jackson just stood there, letting Craig yell at him.  I had to get in between them to keep Craig from throwing a punch.  Then he started screaming at me.  He was asking me how could I.. He asked me not to do anything with Jackson.. to give it time.. the pain going across his face.. tears started to fall and then he started calling me names.  He called me a slut and whore, which sent Jackson over the edge.  He got in between Craig and I and told him he needed to leave now.  Then Shane stepped in and managed to get both of them to calm down and step away from each other.

After some time Craig came over and asked me what was going on with the house.  I told him what happened the other day and then again today.  He asked if we were okay and I said yeah… I told him I saw him outside the house this morning.  He looked into my eye’s and said “I just had to know.. and now I do”, the tears welling up in his eye’s again.  ‘If you wanted to teach me a lesson.. you did”.  I told him that wasn’t fair and he knew it!  I told him he needed to go home now.. we would talk about it later, when we’ve both calmed down a bit.  He agreed and then did something I didn’t expect at all.. he kissed my cheek..he grabbed my hand and kissed my cheek and told me “I love you baby.. I always have and always will.. and I’m so sorry I pushed you to this.. this isn’t you, and I know it’s because of me and I will be sorry for that for the rest of my life”… and went to his car.. of course giving Jackson the evil eye the whole way to his car.

I heard Shane tell Jackson he could call him Craig’s tag and make it “difficult” for him.. I told him he certainly will not do any such thing or else.. he laughed and told Jackson “she is feisty”.  I really don’t like him.. and I told Jackson that too.   He said he’d talk to him.  He asked if he could come over tonight but I just felt too guilty.. I told him I had a headache and just wanted to go to sleep early.  He said he’d patrol the block while he was on shift, then have someone do it afterwards.  That made me feel a bit better…

So I go to sleep tonight with one thought on my mind…”Oh what a tangled web we weave..”


Kudos to my Brother Carl

So I wanted to give a shout out to my brother Carl Underwood.. who just bowled his 10 sanctioned 300 game and got his first 800 series last week!  How awesome is that?  What’s even more awesome is just a year ago he was in a motorcycle accident that left him with a metal rod in his leg where the bone used to be.  He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to bowl again more or less bowl a 300.  Woohoo.. Awesome job bro!


Lacy’s Journal

Normally I cherish those moment’s early in the morning when everyone is asleep and it’s just me in the quietness of the house.  I usually drink my coffee and just sit and watch the outside world waking up before the chaotic hustle of everyday life starts.  And after last night, making love to Jackson for hours.. feeling his touch, his desire and need.. having him possess me in every way possible I felt almost peaceful this morning, like I was starting to heal from everything..until I looked out the window…now I wish I would have stayed wrapped up in Jackson’s arms just a little bit longer.  I sat down with my coffee and curled up in the big chair and looked out the window to see something that now.. I don’t know how to deal with it.  Craig was parked outside the house.. he was leaning up against Jackson’s car crying..  Oh God.. my heart sank.. my stomach knotted up..

man crying

I just don’t know what to do.. I still love my husband.. but I feel like I”m falling in love with Jackson too.  He’s been so good to me from the beginning.  He’s here for me.. Craig pushed me away so why should I try to keep him?  I just don’t know what to do…  I watched him cry for what seemed like forever.. and just as the sun started to peek out from behind the trees he got up, wiped his face and got in his car and left.  I don’t know if he’s angry, hurt or what he’s going to do now… I guess the day will let me know as it wears on.  I need to go wake Jackson up to get him out of the house before the kids get up.. and to tell him what I saw..



Lacy’s Journal

Okay.. I’m a little freaked out.. either I’m losing my mind (which is entirely possible) or I am completely sane and really scared shitless now.  I came home from work tonight after picking up the kids and the back door was not only unlocked but open.  I know it was closed because we didn’t go out it this morning.  I called Jackson as soon as I saw it and he told me to get out and get the kids out and he’d be here in just a few minutes.. he wasn’t too far from my neighborhood.  The kids and I went outside and waited around the corner until we heard the siren.  He told us to wait outside while he went and check out the house.. A few moments later he came out and said it was clear.  Then he asked if I was “sure” I locked the door because nothing was out of place that he could see.  I told him I knew it was closed and locked… I thought.. then he joked “If you wanted to see me all you had to do was text.. oh wait.. maybe it’s the whole picture that gets you.. the uniform, the car, the siren”..I had to giggle… He squeezed my hand and said he’d text me when got off duty in a few hours and left..

Now here’s the really strange thing.. My pillows are messed up on my bed.. not how I ever leave them.. and I’ve noticed several little things are moved.  My make up is all askew and I’m missing the bra I know was hanging on the bathroom door knob.  I’m going to tell Jackson about it when he texts.  I texted Craig and asked him if he had been over and he said no, then asked if I wanted him to come over. I told him no.  I told him everything was fine I was just wondering.  I hope he doesn’t come over.. I’m not up to seeing him tonight.  I miss him.. and it hurts to see him or talk to him.  I found myself looking at our wedding photo’s last night.  It was nothing extravagant.. it was just a few of us and a friend who is a Pastor.. on the beach.. We didn’t want anything big or fancy, it was perfect.. it was us.  What happened to us?   I keep thinking that thought and all that comes to mind is “HER”.. that’s what happened to us.  Craig did tell me that he told her he wanted the DNA test done.. she said no so he told her not another dime until she does.  She hasn’t called him back yet.

10:30 pm

the kids are all asleep and Jackson is here.  I’m in the mood to be held tonight… I need to forget about reality for awhile at least…I need to feel wanted and needed… to be touched.. so goodnight journal..