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This is why P!nk is epic.
Happy Friday everyone!! I know updates have been lacking, but school is in full swing and we all know how crazy things get when you’re doing midterms and finals and every little thing in between. 19 more weeks and I’m DONE!
Anyway, I was lurking on Twitter and saw that HuffPost had tweeted a link to something that happened at a P!nk concert. She’s been one of my favorite singers for many years now, and I wanted to see what was so newsworthy.
Apparently, someone was fighting near a little girl at P!nk’s concert and it upset the little girl so much that she was crying. When P!nk noticed, she stopped in the middle of the song and asked if everything was okay. See how awesome she is?? She cares about her fans, she has a kickass attitude (I want to be her when I grow up!) and she has an absolutely beautiful voice. Is it any wonder why I love her so?
Why Glee and I aren’t speaking
I’ve been a fan of Glee since before it even aired. I got the free pilot on iTunes before it aired on Fox, and was immediately HOOKED. Now, Glee and I have had our ups and downs, but I’ve never been so mad that I screamed at the TV. That all changed with “The Breakup”.
I saw the Finn/Rachel breakup coming a mile away. Let’s face it, he didn’t contact her for FOUR MONTHS. Army basic training is NINE WEEKS. There’s a bit of a gap there. So even if he had finished basic, he should’ve been in contact well before the time he knocked on her door. I get that he’s embarrassed and unsure of what to do with his life at this point, but if he loves Rachel so much that he got royally pissed when she kissed another guy (after not hearing for him for four months), he should’ve high-tailed it straight to her door rather than acting like a bitch and tucking his tail between his wounded legs. I have an issue with the fact that they gave recruits in the Army rifles that they had to name (that’s the MARINES!) and somehow dumbass had LIVE AMMO with which to shoot himself, but that’s another matter entirely.
I’m going to get lynched for this, but I was never a Brittany/Santana fan. I never bought the fact that Santana switched teams when the entire first season had her chasing anything with a penis. Yes, there were mentions of them occasionally kissing, but Santana LOVED the dick. And Brittany was with Artie! She seemed to genuinely care for him. But suddenly we have a relationship between the two. And I admit, they were sweet together, but then the writers had to go and blow their relationship up too. Why? I have no idea. Santana’s explanation didn’t make a whole helluva lot of sense to me. She loves Brittany but she can’t come back on the weekends to do her laundry and be with her girlfriend? Yeah, I’m confused. Maybe I should watch the episode again.
I’m not going to go off on the Will/Emma issues except to say WHAT THE FUCK? I get where they’re both coming from. Will wants to go do great things for education. Emma is doing them by being a counselor at the high school. He shouldn’t expect her to drop her whole life to go live in a motel room for a few months while he crusades in Washington DC. But for them to get to THAT POINT over ONE ARGUMENT? Sorry, but either there’s more beneath the surface that we’re not seeing or the writers just needed another relationship to explode.
And that brings me to Kurt and Blaine… I’ve never made it a secret that they’re my favorite couple. FAVORITE. I adore them both so very much, I want to keep them in my pocket. And I kinda do, since I have all their songs on a playlist on my iPhone and my ringtone is the song Blaine sang for Kurt when he went back to McKinley High (“Somewhere Only We Know“). Remember when they did the Whitney episode, and Blaine busted Kurt for just TEXTING with someone else? No? Here’s a refresher:
Remember now? Yeah. So it makes absolutely NO SENSE for Blaine to have “been with someone else” (and who the hell is this Eli C. person?!) If Blaine was THAT PISSED about Kurt texting with someone else, do you honestly think that he’d be poking/chatting/flirting/ANYTHING with someone else? Yes, I get that he’s lonely. I get that he misses Kurt (who is always busy with his new job – and shame on Kurt for that!) but I just don’t buy that Blaine would find someone else when Kurt is his “soulmate”.
(Yes, I know that these are all characters in a TV show. But as I’ve stated before: I’m obsessed with the show and they’re real to me, dammit!)
If they don’t fix this (at least Blaine and Kurt – I actually kind of like Rachel and Brody together) I might have to break up with Glee. And that would make me very sadface.
It turns out I am my mother’s daughter.
My grandmother used to tell me a story about how my mom would call her sobbing because something happened to someone. My mom would be crying so hysterically that Grams was certain something had happened to my dad (this was before they got divorced, obviously). When she finally got my mom to calm down enough so that she could understand what Mom was saying, she asked “Who the hell are you talking about?” to which my mom would tearfully shout at Grams “Pay attention! It’s Luke and Laura from General Hospital!” (or something to that effect) Of course, my Grams would get frustrated and hang up the phone with a growl. Grams didn’t watch soaps. Well, daytime soaps, anyway.
THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS ABOUT LAST SEASON’S GREY’S ANATOMY SEASON FINALE AND THIS SEASON’S PREMIERE. IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED YET, GO HERE AND WATCH NOW.
I’ve always been a pretty emotional person. I told someone the other day on Twitter… or Facebook… I can’t really remember which social platform it was. I’m on so many. *G* Anyway, I said that the first 5 seasons of Grey’s Anatomy were so depressing that I actually wanted to jump off a cliff when I was watching. Especially when Meredith drowned. Jimminy Christmas, that was depressing. But now that Meredith and Derek are all happily married and stuff, the show’s gotten better.
Sort of.
Lexie died in last season’s finale. And of course, I cried. But when I finally managed to watch this week’s season premiere, I found myself hysterically sobbing. If my Grams had been alive, I probably would have called her just so she could grunt and hang up on me too. For old times’ sake, ya know? Watching them pull the plug on Mark Sloan just about killed me. Yes, he gets to be with Lexie, but he died. And that fucking sucks.
I know that he’s not real, but I have to let it out so bear with me.
I have a lot going on in my life. School, family, etc. So, I watch these shows (and read these books) to let myself forget about everything that’s going on. It’s like stress relief, despite the fact that I get overly attached to the characters. I get to be involved in someone else’s drama for a while, and I’m happier for it. That’s pretty much how I feel about books too. And one of the reasons that I love trilogies and series so much. Because I get invested in characters and I get to see what happens “after the sunset”, as it were.
So, after I finished sobbing my eyes out, I decided I’d go ahead and watch the last two episodes of Saving Hope online, since NBC was retarded and pulled the plug on a fantastic show. I figured it’d be good, since I knew that Charlie was going to wake up. How much could do wrong?
You know when that sentence is said, it only spells doom for the person saying it, right?
So here I am, crying again over a fictional character. I’d say that I need help, but this is my own form of therapy. I don’t cry much in my real life. I don’t like showing any kind of weakness. I’ve always had to be the “strong” one. And I hate being the “strong” one. I’m not strong. But since I stepped into that role without realizing it at three years old, I’m pretty much stuck in that role. Crying over these pretend people is cathartic to me.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, the seasons premiere of Once Upon A Time is tonight and I need to stock up on Kleenex.
Happy Birthday to Optimus Prime (aka my little brother)
Today, my little brother turns 12 years old. I call him Optimus Prime because he has a somewhat unhealthy obsession with Transformers. 
He won’t see this, because even though he’s a total internet geek (like his big sister), I don’t allow him on my website. Adult stuff, ya know? But I thought I’d wish him a happy birthday anyway. What can I say? I love the little guy.
Where were you?
On September 11, 2001, I was sitting in my college Math class, attempting to prep for an upcoming test. I sat in that classroom blissfully unaware of the events occurring in New York City. When my friend Raina was late to our Anatomy & Physiology class, we were concerned. When she came into the room with tear-stained cheeks, we knew something had happened. She somberly made the announcement that the World Trade Center building had been hit by a plane. At first, we thought it was simply an accident, but when we skipped lab to see if there was anything on the news about it, we found out that America was under attack.
The entire Student Rec Center was silent – something I’d never seen before or since. We watched with tears in our eyes as more reports came in. We watched as the Towers burned. We watched as they fell. These are images forever burned in my memory. I went home to be with my mother, and we spent the rest of the day in her room holding each other.
I enlisted in the Navy in March of 2002 and shipped off to Basic Training at Great Lakes, IL on July 18, 2002. I was just a few days away from graduating on the attack of the World Trade Center. I served 6 years in the Navy and will treasure the memories I had of serving our country.
I will never forget the events of that fateful day.
Sept. 11, 2001, changed more than the skyline of New York City – the attacks changed a generation of Americans, our Army and our world. That day’s destruction and devastation did not condemn this country to a future filled with fear. No, this loss, as profound as it was, did not break the soul of this nation. It made us stronger. That day fortified Americans with pride and patriotism and created a spirit of service in the hearts of a new generation. That day fundamentally changed our nation and our Army for the better. - from the US Army’s Facebook page.
Where were you on September 11, 2001?
My EPIC Mommy fail
Monkey came home from school on Wednesday and she’d lost her tooth… literally. She lost it somewhere in the cafeteria at school. So, she had this little tooth box and a piece of metal in it to make sound like there’s something in it.
I told her, “Well you know you’ll probably only get half of the dollar that you normally get because you don’t have your actual tooth but I have to e-mail the tooth fairy and let her know. We’ll see what she says, okay?” She tearfully agrees and goes to bed that night. I don’t know what I was doing but I ended up passing out and not remembering to pick up the tooth out of her room.
Oh crap.
She wakes up the morning and, of course, she’s upset because there’s no money waiting for her. Normally, she doesn’t even remember that she left the tooth ready for the tooth fairy to collect, so she never checks. For whatever reason, this time she did.
Double crap.
So I’m trying to console her while getting her ready for school, telling her that “the tooth fairy probably just got busy. She still hasn’t answered my e-mail.” She tearfully accepts this, because I’m a “good mommy” and I “always tell the truth” (*insert shame face here*)
I put her to bed, and promptly forget about the damned tooth box (since there’s no actual tooth to be found), and when she wakes up the next morning, it’s a full-on sob fest. She literally wailed when she lifted that pillow and found no money.
Crap, crap, crap, CRAP!
I’m so glad I told her that I’m waiting on a response from the tooth fairy, because she bought the line again. I make a promise to myself that I will remember the tooth tonight, even if it kills me. When I told PK why Monkey was crying, he just shrugged and told me to tell her that the tooth fairy looking for in the cafeteria. Well, I can’t do that, I told her that I e-mailed the tooth fairy, and she hasn’t gotten back to me. Ugh, this mom business isn’t easy!
While I was brushing her hair, I told Monkey that the tooth fairy was probably just on vacation and she get back to us as soon as possible. Being the smart little girl she is, she asked me so very sweetly “Mommy, can you please e-mail the tooth fairy again?” (heart. broken.) I tell her “Sure, no problem!” and then I go about getting ready for the day thinking now I’ll have time tonight to do it. But as I’m brushing my teeth, Monkey comes into the bathroom and says “Mommy, has the tooth fairy e-mailed you back yet?” with tears in her eyes. I tell her again “Well, honey she’s either on vacation or she’s coming back from the very late night of work so you’re gonna have to give her some time. It’s 6 o’clock in the morning! She probably needs some rest.” She nods as if she really understands, but I can tell she’s hurt and impatient (worst. mommy. ever.)
I told this to my best friend at clinic, who promised me that she’d text me to remind me about the money that night. She’s great at remembering stuff for other people, but I constantly have to remind her about her own stuff. Guess it works both ways…
By the time she texted me, I’d already taken the tooth box, put it in a safe spot, and put 4 shiny quarters under her pillow. It was well before her bed time, but since we had to go pick PK up from rehearsal I figured I”d just tell her that the tooth fairy came while we were out. By the time we got back to the house, she was almost too tired to put her jammies on, poor baby. But this morning I woke up to a squee of delight coming from her room. Less than a minute later, she’s shoving the quarters in my face – “LOOK WHAT THE TOOTH FAIRY BROUGHT ME MOMMY!”
Mommy win… sort of.
If you were a book, what would your title be?
MamaMoon came over on Friday and we were sitting with PK, talking. Somehow, we got to talking about writing books (no idea how, since PK is most assuredly not a reader or a writer in any shape, form, or fashion) and we started talking about coming up with titles once we decided on what we would write about.
PK said that he’d be flattered if someone wrote a book about him, and I smiled because I’ve been writing a book with him in mind for a while. It keeps changing as my mood changes (if I’m mad at him, he becomes the villain, and if I’m happy with him, he’s the hero – writers are so fickle) so it’s taking me forever to finish it.
MamaMoon posed the question: “What would the title of your be, [PK]?” My quiet little smile turned into an outright laugh because of the thought that I had (more on that in a second). PK said his book would be called “The God of the World” (I admit it: I guffawed at that point) and MamaMoon asked me if that made me his Goddess. I said quietly that the title of the book would more likely be called “Beauty and the Beast”, haha.
It was fun batting around titles for hypothetical books about our lives. So now I pose the question to you:
What would a book about your life be called?
One year down, a lifetime to go.
One year ago today, PK and I sat down to sign the paperwork that would officially make us husband and wife.
Yes, my loverlies – today is my anniversary.
Ours wasn’t a romantic wedding. It wasn’t even really a wedding, per se. In fact, we got married because Monkey got the flu and she didn’t have insurance. See, I’m not insurable because I have so many medical issues that the insurance companies run screaming when I try to apply for insurance. But because of ObamaCare, they no longer allow children to have personal coverage, even though it hasn’t come down the pipe yet and I’m still not insurable yet. See how the system has fucked us over? So I get my “insurance” through the VA, who won’t (can’t) cover Monkey, and I have to pay ridiculous amounts of money every time she gets sick.
So, when she got the flu, PK had to pay $500 to take her to the urgent care clinic, have a test done to make sure it was actually the flu, and then pay for the special flu antibiotics (Tamiflu). Insane, isn’t it? It would’ve been sooooo much less had she been covered on his plan, but they wouldn’t cover her unless we were married or had a declaration of informal marriage (common law marriage) filed. So, that’s what we did.
It might not be the most romantic of beginnings, but he’s the love of my heart and the only one I’d choose. My daughter worships him and lights up every time he comes home or calls and that matters to me. She might pick on him and call him by his real name every now and then, but she always always ALWAYS calls him DADDY because that’s who he is to her. He’s her DADDY. He’s my husband. He’s the man I married and the one I love with all my heart and soul. The one I want to grow old with (can’t say the one I wanna go gray with, since he’s already going gray – sorry PK, but it’s true. heh heh) and sit on the porch in our rocking chairs watching the sunset with while our grandkids play at our feet (now that’s my idea of heaven).
Happy anniversary, PK. I love you.
Upcoming book signings in Houston
I have a confession to make.
Even though I’m going to be a Featured Blogger at AAD NOLA 2012 and I’m going to meet a ton of authors, bloggers, and readers alike, I’ve never actually been to any kind of signing before.
…and I’m terrified.
Even though I know most of you through Facebook and Twitter (and have even talked to you through IM or the phone), I’m still scared to meet you face-to-face. It’s not that I think you’re going to pull out an ax and chop my head off, rip out my intestines and eat my entrails for breakfast (right??). No, the simple fact is that I have social anxiety disorder, and I’m far more concerned about me tripping over my words (or far worse: my feet!)
So, I’d like to practice. There’s this great little bookstore here in Houston called Murder By The Book that does a lot of signings (Patti – @LovesFABRomance has come to a few signings here). There’s a list at the bottom of this post of the upcoming signings at MBTB. I’ve crossed out the ones that are happening during the week, since I can’t make those (school keeps me insanely busy, unfortunately). I don’t know most of these authors (ok, any of them*shameface*). So, if you see an author on this list that I must go see, let me know!!
Edit: I just noticed that Amber Benson will be there on Saturday, March 3rd. If I can manage to speak (since I’m painfully shy and she was on one of my most favorite TV shows on the planet), I will be there with bells on. Or at least my favorite jeans and comfortable boots.
- Aames, Avery - Saturday, February 11, 4:30 p.m.
Barr, Nevada – Tuesday, January 24, 6:30 p.m.- Benson, Amber – Saturday, March 3, 6:00 p.m.
- James Carlos – Friday, January 20, 6:30 p.m.
- Bourbon, Melissa - Saturday, February 11, 4:30 p.m.
Brown, Rita Mae – Thursday, April 12, 6:30 p.m.- Carlisle, Kate - Saturday, February 11, 4:30 p.m.
- Carriger, Gail – Friday, March 2, 6:30 p.m.
Child, Lincoln - Monday, January 16, 6:30 p.m.Clark, Marcia – Thursday, April 19, 6:30 p.m.- Coben, Harlan – Friday, March 23, 6:30 p.m.
Coonts, Deborah – Tuesday, February 28, 6:30 p.m.- Crais, Robert – Sunday, January 29, 6:30 p.m.
Crombie, Deborah – Wednesday, February 15, 6:30 p.m.- Dane, Jordan – Saturday, Janaury 28, 6:30 p.m.
- Davidson, Hilary – Friday, February 17, 6:30 p.m.
- Deebs, Tracy - Saturday, Janaury 28, 6:30 p.m.
Dorsey, Tim – Wednesday, March 7, 6:30 p.m.Ellory, RJ – Thursday, January 26, 6:30 p.m.Ford, Michael Thomas – Thursday, March 1, 6:30 p.m.- Frost, Kimberly - Saturday, January 7, 4:30 p.m.
Gardner, Lisa – Wednesday, February 8, 6:30 p.m.George, Elizabeth – Wednesday, January 11, 6:30 p.m.Grabenstein, Chris – Tuesday, April 17, 6:30 p.m.Hale, Rebecca - Wednesday, March 14, 6:30 p.m.- Hart, Carolyn – Saturday, April 14, 4:30 p.m.
Hoag, Tami - Thursday, December 29, 6:30 p.m.Hobb, Robin – Thursday, February 16, 6:30 p.m.- Hunter, C.C. - Saturday, Janaury 28, 6:30 p.m.
Hunter, Stephen - Wednesday, December 7, 6:30 p.m.- James, Dean (aka Miranda) – Saturday, February 11, 4:30 p.m.
- Jordan, Sophie - Friday, December 16, 6:30 p.m.
Kovacs, Ed – Thursday, January 19, 6:30 p.m.Landay, William – Thursday, February 2, 6:30 p.m.Laurie, Victoria - Tuesday, December 27, 6:00 p.m.- Lescroart, John – Friday, January 13, 6:30 p.m.
Limon, Martin – Tuesday, January 17, 6:30 p.m.- Lindsey, Mary - Friday, December 16, 6:30 p.m.
McDermid, Val – Monday, January 23, 6:30 p.m.Newton, Charlie – Tuesday, February 7, 6:30 p.m.O’Connell, Carol – Wednesday, January 18, 6:30 p.m.Paretsky, Sara – Thursday, January 5, 6:30 p.m.- Parker, T. Jefferson - Friday, January 13, 6:30 p.m.
- Peikoff, Kira – Saturday, March 17, 6:30 p.m.
Perry, Anne – Tuesday, April 24, 6:30 p.m.Phelps, M. William – Tuesday, March 13, 6:30 p.m.Preston, Douglas – Monday, January 16, 6:30 p.m.Shelton, Paige – Wednesday, March 14, 6:30 p.m.Stabenow, Dana – Tuesday, February 14, 6:30 p.m.Stevens, Taylor – Thursday, January 12, 6:30 p.m.- Taylor, Brad – Saturday, January 21, 6:30 p.m.
- Wells, Jaye – Saturday, January 7, 4:30 p.m.
- Wells, Martha - Saturday, January 7, 4:30 p.m.
Winspear, Jacqueline – Tuesday, March 27, 6:30 p.m.
Sometimes you just need to escape
I’ve been reading far more than I should lately. Which would normally be a good thing, since I AM a book reviewer, but I also happen to be a full time college student with a 15 hour semester coming to a close and finals quickly approaching (2 that just passed this week, and 4 next week).
I’m TIRED. My brain is TIRED. I need to escape reality for a while. So how do I do that? Easy. I pick up my favorite authors: JA Saare (writing as Aline Hunter), Skyla Dawn Cameron, LK Rigel, Shiloh Walker, & Susan Bischoff are all who I’ve read in the past week, alone. Just don’t tell PK that I’ve been reading instead of studying or unpacking. He might get upset.
I read the sequel to Eternity and a Day by Aline Hunter/JA Saare (Darkest Hunger), which we all know I LOVED, and loved that one too. I’m not going to write a full-on review here because that would just be cheating, but I am going to say that if you haven’t read either book, you really should.
I finally read Hunter by Skyla Dawn Cameron and now want to kick myself for waiting so long since it’s been sitting on my Kindle since it came out and I forgot it was there. Mostly because I lost my Kindle for a while. What? It got packed accidentally. Blame PK. He doesn’t understand the importance of having ALL my reading devices available to me. This is another series that is a MUST HAVE.
LK Rigel is another one of my favorite authors and I’ve read everything she’s written so far. Give Me is a fairy tale of the adult variety. I wasn’t sure I was going to like it because I’m leery of tales of the fae, but I really should have trusted her. She hasn’t led me wrong yet and she most certainly didn’t this time.
Shiloh Walker sent me a copy of Locked in Silence a while ago, but I haven’t had time to read it until now. Actually, I still didn’t have time to read it. Instead of studying for my Radiographic Positioning final, I read. I really should have studied because that’s one of my more difficult classes, but I’m so burned out and I really needed the escape. Plus, I really wanted to read this story. It’s been sitting on my iPad for MONTHS and I’ve seriously been dying to read it. I stayed up entirely too late reading this one the night before a major final, but it was so worth it.
I read Hush Money (and loved it), book 1 in The Talent Chronicle by Susan Bischoff a while ago. She sent me book 2, Heroes Til Curfew, as soon as it was released, but I didn’t have time to read it until recently. Ok, I didn’t have time to read this one either. But again – I’m burned out and needed the break. And I loved the story and wanted to see what happened with Joss and Dylan, so even though I didn’t really have the time, I picked up the book and read. And stayed up til 2am reading. I don’t regret a minute of it.
Sometimes you just need a break from life. I don’t take enough of those it seems, because when I take a break, I take several. In a row. When I should be doing uber-important things like studying for a final exam. But I don’t regret it. Mostly because the finals turned out to be not-so-difficult. But the finals I have next week will be, so I will spend the next 4 days *(including today) studying my ass off… well, after I go see Breaking Dawn at 11:00. What? It came out on November 18th and I still haven’t seen it. I don’t have class today. Monkey’s at school. PK’s at work. I’m going to my mom’s after the movie’s over to do some laundry since PK’s all out of uniforms and I’m going to bring some school books to read while I’m there. See? Multi-tasking. I’m good at it.
….I just have to make sure I don’t turn on one of the audiobooks I have on my iPhone, otherwise I won’t pay any attention to my schoolwork. >_<
