Sunday, December 30, 2012

For Shame Redbook

EPBOT: Shame On You, Redbook Magazine

Click the link to read about Redbooks shameless ripping off of other peoples ideas

Thursday, December 27, 2012

So I miss y'all!

I haven't been posting recently.  new job to keep me really busy, but hopefully now that I'm getting into my new schedule I'll be able to post more hilarity. 

PS the daily grind the best name for a sandwich shop ever!

Monday, November 26, 2012

Success and Failure, all in one! Succailure?

this November I have participated in my very first Nanowrimo Challenge.  I posted about it not that long ago. If you want to know more you can visit the website here.  this was the first time I heard about Nanowrimo, I read about it in an article posted by another participant at XOJANE.  ( I  loooove that site!  Check it out ladies!  And Gents too, but it is a "woman's" website.) 

The Nanowrimo Challenge is to write 50,000 words in 30 days.  there are places to go and meet with other writers, and a ways to track your progress and all kinds of other tools.  I have seen both praise and complaint about the program.  One that stuck with me was one of the Negative comments "Nanowrimo: Anyone can be a writer if you set the bar low enough."  I was shamed for being excited about Nanowrimo. 

As a writer with a day job, and a husband and two very demanding hound dogs to care for I find it hard to make time to write.  Even for this blog, which is mostly lighthearted and fun.  Mostly.  If you follow my other Blog, you'll see that I cant even make time to take and post a picture every day.  How was I going to write 1,667 words a day for the next 30 days? 

(Huh, I never did the math before.  1,600 words a day should have been easy!)

It is day 26 and I am not anywhere near my 50,000 words.  To meet my goal I will have to write approximately 9,000 words a day for the next five days.  Will I try?  Yes.  Will I succeed?  Time will tell, but I suspect not.  Yet, I do not see this as a failure.  I have written a novel, I am currently having it edited, before sending it to publishers.  (Scary!)  But since sending it off in March, I have written practically zero. So Nanowrimo, at least got me writing, it got the juices flowing and I wrote more in the last four weeks than I have in the past year.  (Excluding my blog here of course).

To me this in itself is a success.  Any tool that gets a writer writing or keeps them writing is a good one.  For me at least, that is the essence of Nanowrimo.  Not to become a writer, not to try something new, but to continue to be a writer.  To give myself goals and attempt to stick to them.  It's a chance to track my progress in a tangible way.  In a way that I have never really been able to before.  I am also more productive when I can track my progress in a public venue.  When others can see my progress too, Nanowrimo provides that for me.  Even though I have only written about 5,600 words in 26 days I still call this a success. 

I have started writing again, and I have given life to a new project, that will hopefully get finished and sent off to the editor like the last one.  In fact, it has sparked enough creativity to get a second story going, Part of my issue was that I could never decide which story to work on!  i can only track one at a time, so I chose one and now I am rolling on it!  I cant wait for next year!  Maybe there will be more success, or maybe not.  Either way I call it a win, and I will not be shamed for it.

Oh Thanksgiving Dinner, You Fickle Mistress

I'm feeling a bit nostalgic, so I would like to recount to you the horror and hilarity that was Mine and J's first Thanksgiving together. 

It was a mere three years ago.  We work in Hospitality, so our thanksgiving dinner took place on our day off, the day before the actual holiday.  the place we work at gives out free turkeys, so we had a ten pound bird, stuffing, potatoes and broccoli.  More than enough to feed just the two of us right?  Perhaps, but nearly none of it actually ended up getting eaten. 

So many things went so wrong with this dinner I cant even begin to tell you. 

Problem #1

J is crazy freaked out about leaving food out, to dethaw or otherwise, so we didn't even put put bird in the freezer when we got it, as it was frozen solid, we put it straight into the fridge.  The Monday before our fiascogiving I wanted to take it out of the fridge and put it in the sink.  Nope, he didn't want it out, bactieria and salmonella and if I tool it our of the fridge we were going to die.  So it stayed in the fridge. This resulted in it still being more than half frozen the night before we were to cook our bird. 

Google saved the day!  We looked up ways to expedite dethawing, and put the bird in the sink covered by room temperature water.  Overnight, to J's dismay.  Unfortunately even though our Turkey seemed to be dethawed, such was not the case, and we discovered that when, after cooking it was still completely raw, and partly frozen int he middle...

Problem #2

J was determined that even though I had cooked many a thanksgiving Turkey, he wanted to do it the way his Momma does.  So, that meant stuffing the bird with lemons and limes and oranges.  Which actually sounds quite delightful, if only our Turkey had cooked.  *Sigh* So my traditional sausage stuffing, that I always cook, in the bird, (Yeah, yeah I know salmonella blah, blah.  I've been eating this for years and I;m fine, get over it.)  would have to be made on the stove top and oven.  I looked up recipes for sausage stuffing and found one that had directions for cooking outside of the bird and went with that. 

The result:  Burned Bread and not entirely cooked sausage, and lots and lots of salt.  Yuck!

Problem #3

Instant Potatoes.  Hey, I love me some instant potatoes!  Really, we eat them a lot and its so easy for a regular weeknight!  But we now had no stuffing and no turkey, adding instant potatoes was like adding salt to the wound.

Problem #4

Gravy, J hates canned or jarred gravy (or anything really).  I endeavored to make some from scratch.  But oh yeah, uncooked turkey=salmonella and unsafe drippings.  So, no gravy.

Thankfully the broccoli and cheese came out good!  But I did cheat and buy that frozen, and I am an expert micowaver!  YAY! 

I cried and Laughed and J hugged me and reminded me that this is what memories are made of.  We have not attempted Thanksgiving since, but I will once we have a house, and I will be successful. 

This year I am tankful for all the wonderful things that life has brought, and being able to laugh at our amazing and terrible First Thanksgiving together.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012


Hey there kids!  I know I haven't really been around lately, it's been a busy time for me, I do staffing for a third party at a theme park and we are gearing up for the Holidays!!

I am also participating in Nanowrimo (NAtional NOvel WRIting MOnth)  you can get more info at

Basically it challenges you to write 50,000 that's right folks FIFTY THOUSAND words in 30 days.  I have never participated before, but its fun!  It's also a huge challenge, and I might be clinically insane for undertaking it.  I am waaaaaay behind with just 5000 words right now (I shouldbe at 20,004) and less than 3 weeks to go.   But it does have me writing daily, even if I cant get all the words down that I want it's better than not writing at all while I wait for my book to come back from the editor right?

The community organizes write-ins and you can connect with other writers through the site.  You can add writing buddies and see how they're doing too!  This is my first Nanowrimo, but it wont be my last!

Are you participating?  Let me know!  You can find me and add me as a writing buddy too, MandeeLee.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be Fatties

Hi, My name is Mandee and I am fat. 

This is how I have introduced myself to a plethora of people when I was in high School.  Mostly online, because as a fattie I would never introduce myself to someone IRL.

The worst/best part is that I was not  fat in high school.  I was active and healthy, even if I wasn't a size zero.  I could shop at all the cute stores and wear pretty much anything I wanted.  But I had such a terrible body image that I wouldn't let myself.

No tank tops, God forbid anyone see my grossly fat arms.  No short skirts, unless I had opaque tights on, and even then I felt awkward all day, cause eew, thunder thighs much? Boot cut jeans were all t he rage when I was in high school, and it took me years to get in on the trend (Turns out it's actually pretty flattering).  The thought of anything fitting my body so closely was repulsive to me.  I didn't need to show off my body, I needed to hide it. 

i am fat, i come from a (mostly) fat family.  I also come from a mother with some serious body issues and what I now recognise as the eating disorder anorexia with continued and constant disordered eating periods between the full on anorexia.  (These things are not one and the same or mutually exclusive)

My relationship with my mother varied from strained/bad to non-existent while I was growing up.  But her actions have had a huge impact on my life.  How I view myself and treat myself have been impacted by things that she has done or said.  Most of this was harmful, and I have to work very hard to not let the self hate overwhelm me. 

Harvard Medical School researchers did a study and found that girls who thought their mothers wanted them to be thinner were "two to three times more likely to worry about weight".  Girls who "thought" their mothers wanted them to be thinner. 

What about girls like me who knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that her mother wanted her to lose weight.  The article says:

“While it’s less likely that parents are directly saying something about their children’s weight, a mother’s desire to become thinner can directly impact her children’s attitude.”

Not only did my mother make direct comments to me regarding my weight, more and more as I got older.  But she also had patterns of eating disorders and poor body image.  Things did not bode well for my own body image from the beginning.
There is one incident in particular that sticks out in my mind regarding my mother and my body image.  It is an event that I go back to time and time again. 

It was summer time and we were headed to a BBQ.  This was an event for co-workers and friends of my mothers at another co-workers  house.  There was a pool and volleyball, tether ball, bad minton, horseshoes, cards, it was going to be so much fun!  Me and my best friend at the time went.  She had slept over the night before so that we would be able to leave early and get there right on time. 

The party started at 10am and went until everyone went home.  We rushed around all morning getting ready to leave at 9.  For those of you who may not know thins, getting 2 pre-teen girls, we were 10 or 11 at the time, up early on a Saturday in the summer is not an easy task.  We didn't have time for breakfast so we just headed up the the house, there would be food there after all it was a BBQ right?

Wrong.  There was no food when we got there at 10.  In fact we were the only ones there at 10.  (the reason for this became obvious later) But whatever it was sunny and awesome and my friend and I were going to hang out outside, poolside, all day. 

We skimmed out of our shorts and T-shirts and perched ourselves in chairs facing the sun.  Then my other walked by.  "You know Amanda, you really should put your T-shirt on if you aren't in the pool." 

My mother is an avid tanner, baby oil and iodine and hours laying perfectly still was how she got her tan on.  I was at least wearing sunscreen to avoid burning.  Clearly her comment was not about sun protection. 

"We're trying to get a tan!  I don't want to have a farmer tan," I replied in that snotty pre-teen way, I was so classy.

"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you if people laugh, or boys won't talk to you.  Cute Bathing suit *Crissy."

Just go back and read that again.  Don't say I didn't warn you if people laugh and boys wont talk to you.  Really?  I mean, Really?!

If only it stopped there.  It gets worse. 

At around 12:30 Crissy and I were getting Hungry.  Remember we didn't eat breakfast, and we were active tween girls, who had just spent the last two and a half hours on the Sun and fresh air. 

I approached my mother while Crissy was in the bathroom.  "Mom, when are we going to eat?  I'm starved."

"I think they're cooking at 2," She said between sips of her Kahlua and Milk.

"But I'm really hungry, my stomach is growling," I said, hoping she could at least offer a snack or something to hold me off until lunch. 

Instead she said, "Good, maybe you'll lose some weight," and walked off.

I didn't respond.  I just kind of stood there trying not to cry.  I went back to my beach chair and promptly put my shirt on, where it stayed for the rest of the day.  I did not take it off to go swimming, in fact, i did not go swimming because if I took off my T-shirt people would see me, and if I didn't then it would get all wet and clingy and then it would be like I had taken it off.  Y'all I love  to swim, and I didn't because even my own mother thought I was fat.  And how dare I subject people to having to look at me. 

When 2 O'clock rolled around and the grill was finally on, and my stomach hurt from being so hungry, I ate half of a Hot Dog and 10 potato chips.  I counted. 

Guss who noticed exactly what I ate?  That's right!  My beloved mother.  (No really, I love her, despite her flaws)  "Thought you were starving," she mocked.  She and the friend with her laughed and turned back to the volley ball game.

I went to the bathroom and threw up. 

This wasn't the first time she made negative comments about my appearance, and it wouldn't be the last.  i don't know what it was about this particular event that has made it stick with me for so long, and in such vivid detail.  I can describe my outfit, my mothers, my friends, i can draw a map of the yard and the festivities.  I remember every grueling detail of that horrible day.

Like being a tween/teenager isn't hard enough.  Basically everyone I know hated their body at that time.  It's changing and becoming something you aren't familiar with.  It's getting squishy and hard and smelly and hairy and where the hell did these tits come from anyway?  You should be able to count on your parent to help you through this rough time.  This was not my life.  Instead I had a mother who judged me and my body even more harshly than I did myself. 

My waist wasn't small enough., my butt wasn't big enough and my boobs were to "saggy".  I was a pretty young girl, but all I could see was the imperfections.  the dreaded double chin, which I so did not have, the hugely fat upper arms, gigantic thighs, not to mention my stomach wasn't totally and perfectly flat. 

Even as a grown woman I don't have an hourglass figure regardless of my weight loss or gain.  All my weight centers in my belly, I don't have wide hips or a small waist.  I have large breasts, they are not perky, and never have been.  People often tell me that I "carry my weight well".  And I'm not sure what that really means.  But the basis of it is that I'm fat, but not totally gross.  Is this a compliment? 

Even when I did not live in the wonderful fat comfort zone I am in now, I hated my body.  I still hate it, and I am working really hard at loving myself and my body again. 

I can;t help but wonder how much of this I would have to endure without the reinforcing of poor body image, as opposed to my mother teaching me to love my body and all it can do regardless of size.  Maybe i would still b self conscious as society wants fat people to be hidden away like the uncontrolled beasts so obviously we are.  But maybe, just maybe I would love myself a little more.

Lot's O talking going on in my house, mostly at night

So, J has been talking in his sleep lately.  Like a lot.  Like every. Single. Night.  Y'all he talks some crazy bullshit in his sleep.

For Example, there was some inane fairy tale craziness going on in his head recently, it went as follows:

J was laying on the blankets in the middle of the bed, i was cold and wanted to get under the blankets, which was impossible without asking him to move.

Me:  "Babe, roll over so I can get under the blankets."

J: *yells* "What time is it?!?" while rolling over

Me: "1:30"

J: *yells*  "It's 2:30?"

Me: "No it's 1:30"

J: "Wake me up at 2:30, I need mumble mumble mumble..."

Me: "What was that?"

J: "Wake me up at 2:30 so I (slowly waking up) can get my mirror?  So I know when I turn into a pumpkin?"

Me: *Laughing hysterically*

J: "What the F*** am I taking about?"

Me: " I have no idea, what were you dreaming about?"

J:  "apparently mirrors and pumpkins!"

At this point I continue to laugh so hard that I am literally crying.  J is crazy mad about this mirror/pumpkin exchange for some reason and gets up out of bed to stomp around and Wonder, loudly what on earth he was thinking about.  Once he calms down and lays back down, I cant resist but poke more fun at him about it.  (I'm a terrible person, I know)

Me:  "So... you still want that mirror at 2:30?"

J:  "Just prop it up on the night stand so you don't have to get up."

More laughter ensues.

The next afternoon via text message at 2:30pm

Me: Hey, it's 2:30 do you have your mirror?

J: It's only st 2:30 am.

Me: Well did you have it?

J:  I told you to get it for me.

Me: Uh-oh, are you a pumpkin?

J: Probably

Me: Awesome, I'm making muffins when I get home.

(for those of you who don';t know, I frequently call J my Pumpkin-muffin)

I haven't let him live this down yet, it may take a year or two... (I already told you , I know I'm a terrible person)

Friday, October 26, 2012

J Talks Football

My husband talks about things in his sleep that he would never talk about while awake.  Like football.  Not only is he not a "sports guy" the only sport he really follows is baseball, and he's so superstitious that he wont watch a game because when he does, his team inevitably loses. 

I know, I'm so lucky.

The other night he fell asleep pretty early, I wasn't tired, and I was off from work the next day so I was up reading in bed when the following occurred.

J: *Sits up in bed*, "They changed it."

Me: "What?"

J: "They changed it."

Me: "Changed What?"

J: "The head coach." *Lays back down*

Me: "The head coach of what?"

J: "The football team."

Me: "Which one?" *Thinking of professional (American) football*

J: "Both of them."

Me: "Oh" *realizing he must be talking about school* "Do you think they will do better now?"

J: *disgusted scoff* "No."  *Snore*

Later that night J got up and headed for the bathroom, he stopped to pet one of our beloved pooches and I figure he was awake enough for real conversation.

Me: "Hey, were you dreaming about high school?"

J: "Yeah, why?  What did i say?"

Me: they changed the head coach."

J: "What?"

Me: "Yeah, apparently they changed the head coach of the football teams.  You were unimpressed."

Then I related the entire conversation to him.

J: *chuckle chuckle, snore*

The next morning.

Me: "Anymore high school dreams?

J: "What are you talking about?"

Me: "You don't remember?"

J: "Um, no."

So I retold both stories to him.

J: "Hm. Love you! Have a good day."

Then he went to work.   Not only did he not remember the sleep added madness of the first conversation, but the second one, when he was supposedly awake was even wiped from his brain.  And the next morning he could not have cared less. 

This is my life.  And I love it!

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Dealing with Writers Block

You guys, I got it bad.  Like, bad bad.  I do not know what to write about.  Nothing seems to be striking me lately. 

I mean, interesting and funny things happen to me, but is any of int funny enough to share with the world?  Not really.  And I feel ways about things, but not all of it is worthy of space on my blog.  And then there's all the junk that "responsible adults" won't write about cause, you know, what if your boss reads it?  And then there's all the fun sexy stuff that I don't/can't write about 'cause:

a) My husband is a private person and I would never do that to him
b) My Dad reads this shit y'all
c) It's none of your business and why do you care (Stalker)

What do you do to combat writers block?  I have a few go to's but they aren't hacking it, so I just decided that writers block should get it's own damn post.

Here are some of my go to's:

Free write

I know, gag me, I remember HATING free write in high school.  I never knew what to write about so I would always, always, start with just that.  And eventually I would get a good idea and run with it.  That's often how I get my best stories.  My Novel (currently at the editor aieee!) started out as a free write. 

Writing Prompts

Just Google writing prompts.  Ah, Google, what would I do without you.  There are like a million and 12, read through some and pick one.  It gives you something to focus on.  There are writing prompts for all age groups and writing ability.  You can even look up specific kinds of prompts if there's a particular thing you want to work on.  Like Description, or dialogue.  Even if you don't decide to use one of the prompts it gets the brain juice flowing and can give you an idea of your own!

Story Starters

Google is my best-freaking-friend.  Type in story starters and you get a veritable schmorgass board of answers! A story starter should be one or two sentences to get your story started, and then it's all you from there on out.

Those are my go to's for getting my creative on when my brain refuses to produce.  What do you do?

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Things to do when the power is out at work...

So, the other day my office was subject to a power outage, and even 2.5 (ish) hours later when the power came back on, the Internet and our network were down.  This meant very little work was getting done.  Okay fine, NO work was getting done, except for the people with fully charged laptops and/or battery backups.

I decided to make good use of that time and surveyed the office for things to do at the office when the power is out, here are the results!  (WARNING: Some are boring, some are hysterical)

1- File
2- Journal
3- Chat w/ Co Workers ( You know, cause this never happens when we have power)
4- Play flashlight Tag
5- Read a book (Assuming you have an office with a window)
6- Draw/Color
7- Do yoga!
8- Covertly check if the toilets work (Ours do!)
9- Truth or Dare
10- See if anyone is brave enough to eat the "thing" in the fridge that no one claims
11- Pictionary!
12- Charades
13- Practice braiding hair
14- Paint your nails (or a friends)
15- Coat room sex w/ the hot intern (We don't have any interns, let alone a hot one, so.... yeah)
16- Have a camp style sing along
17- Play Hide and seek
18- Play Duck, Duck, Goose!
19-Have a Fashion show
20- Waste Paper Basket B-Ball Tournament (Or in my office a regular one, because we totally have a basket ball hoop int he warehouse)
21- Have a Photo Shoot!
22- Learn Origami
23- Reorganize other peoples offices
24- Have a scavenger hunt
25- Play Red Rover
26- Play Simon Says
27- Play Red Light Green Light
28- Play Dominoes/Cards (Assuming someone had them)
29- Play Eyes Spy
30- Play Black Magic (No one but me seems to know this game....)

Clearly my office is run by 10 year olds and we should have a full on playground outside!  This is why I love them!

Friday, October 19, 2012

Creative Writing Promts II

I found this via google.  It's 5 seemingly unrelated prompts that should give me a unique description of a person I love and/or admire.

Begin by thinking of someone for whom you have strong feelings, and then complete each of the five steps.

You'll notice that each brief instruction is on a separate page. This was done to prevent you from looking ahead. The exercise works best, and is easiest to do, if you really take one step at a time. Don't worry if the steps -- and your responses -- don't seem immediately related to each other. Seemingly illogical associations often result in more interesting and truer work.


They were small and weathered.  Chipped yellowing nails attested to a life of hard work and nicotine addiction.  Her hands were not soft, even at this advance age, and being as vain as any other elderly french woman.  Her hands were rough and callused and a testament to her nature.  Resilient and strong, but tiny and fragile too.  There were liver spots here and there, and deep set wrinkles in her dry skin.  Her hands were so thin you could see her veins protruding, and if you looked hard enough you might just be able to see the pulse as her heart pushed blood through her veins. 

Her hands sat in her lap, a cigarette hung loosely between the fingers of her right hand.  Occasionally it would lift the vice to her lips, or adjust the volume or station on the radio. 

The humidity was thick like fog, and the sun hung low in the sky.  A ball of molten lava turning the sky orange and pink, with simmering lines of evaporated moisture radiating skyward.

"How can you sit out here in all this heat?" I ask wiping the sweat from my brow.  "I'm surprised you can breathe with the smoke and the air feeling so thick."

She looks up from her daydream, seemingly just noticing me.  "I'm not hot, it's nice out here," she responds before looking off into the sunset once more.

The end tells you to take your responses and use the to create a poem or use them as a juming off point for a freewriting session.  But I like mine the way it is.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

What? Or, the joys and sorrows of writing ideas from the middle of the night.

So, the other night I had a weird awesome dream that gave me an excellent writing idea.  I wasn't sure if it would be a fiction piece, or a blog entry, but it was phenomenal!  So great in fact, that I got my ass out of bed at like 3 in the morning to make sure I wrote this nugget of excellence down.  Thereby ensuring that I wouldn't forget it.

Isn't that the worst?  Having the best idea ever in the middle of the night, then forgetting it by morning?  I hate that.  But there was simply no way that was going to happen to me.  I wrote it all down.

Y'all, my notes make no fucking sense. 

Here are my notes, as they appear in my notebook.  They are almost  coherent, but not quite.

Necklace and Pendant.
Brings Statues back to life.
Destry! Hide forever.
At A School.  Island.
Giant Nose.            Flying.          Dragon?
Driffin?  PEGASUS!!
Black Lake.  hole.

It seems to be making sense at the beginning.  then it goes downhill from there.  Giant nose?  hole?  What was I thinking?

I do remember the part of the dream where I am flying over a lake.  But it wasn't black.  I don't recall being on any kind of animal.  Also I'm pretty sure Driffin=Griffin. 

Maybe I was thinking of Harry Potter?  Who the fuck knows?!!

Do my notes make sense to you?  Have you ever had your middle of the night best ideas notes come out as complete dreck in the morning?  Or forgotten what you know was your million dollar idea? 

Spill it in the comments!

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

To Write Full time or Not?

So I have a dilemma, or an idea, a scary terrifying idea.  It's one I have kicked around before, but I am a giant chicken shit and will never actually pull it off.

I want to get paid to write.  I want to be able to write for a living.  I want to be able to give voice to my thoughts and ideas.  I want to talk about important issues, and frivolous bullshit.  I want to write relevant articles that help people and awesome scifi- fantasy YA Fiction. 

Y'all I want to write with every fiber of my being. 

But...  I have bills to pay.  Not just little bills like the telephone, I have major bills, like rent and a stupid high car payment and Insurance and vet bills for my boys, who I would NEVER EVER IN A MILLION YEARS trade for anything.  Plus you know food and lights and electricity and all that. 

My Babies! Boomer and Hunter!

My husband works, but we live in an area that is scarce on high wages.  Hospitality is the name of the game and hospitality jobs don't pay. 

It's frightening to think about taking a chance to do something I love.  I mean what's the trade off?  I get to be spiritually fulfilled, but have to eat dollar store hamburger helper?  (No judgement, I have done this many times)  I just don't know if I can willingly put myself in the situation. 

I come from a background of barely making ends meet.  My mother had government assistance at a few points, and my father has had assistance for most of my life.  I remember surviving off of ramen noodles, not because I liked them, which I do, but because it was necessary.  I even recall getting a can, with just a picture of cartoon cow on it.  When we opened it it was corned beef, and we had sandwiches.  It was delicious, but we had no idea what we were getting into. 

12 for $1.50!  Boo Ya!
I don't laugh at jokes that include, government cheese, or poke fun at people for being less fortunate.  That shit is not cool. 
I remember going "school shopping" with my best friend.  She, along with her mother, would ooh and aah over the excellent things that they found at places like Macy's and the Gap, while I watched and tried not to feel badly about not buying anything.  To this day my mother swears she sent me with money to spend, but she never did.  If she needs to tell herself that to feel better, it's not really hurting anyone, so I let her have this indulgence.  Later on, after everyone else was done shopping we would schlep to Wal-Mart or K-Mart and get me the things I absolutely needed. 

Let me clarify, I never went without the things I needed.  But we rarely had extra.  Of anything.  I remember having to wait to flush the toilet because the water bill was going to be too high.  I remember having no water, and having to shower across the street at a friends, or not at all. 

My mother and father both worked very hard for what we had, my mother even managed to put herself through college, and now, has a wonderful job, doing something she loves.  But the fear instilled in me from growing up in a place where we weren't always sure where we were going to get the money for rent, or where the next meal was coming from, or if I would have to make sure I didn't gain weight so that I could still wear my last years jeans for school have made me terribly afraid to take a risk when it comes to money. 

Is it a fair trade off to be comfortable and miserable?  I still don't know.  I have been taking steps to write more, and often.  This blog being one of them.  I am also in the process of having my first novel edited so that I can submit it to publishers.  This is a long process.  I recently submitted an article pitch to  Baby steps I suppose. 

My dream is to eventually make enough money between my writing, and my husbands job, to support ourselves and our family.  The one we don't have yet due to financial constraints.  Because let's face it, if I have to pay for Daycare, It will take most of my current paycheck.  If I am a writer, I can potentially write from home, and care for my child(ren) at the same time. 

It is unfortunate that we live in a time when this is the kind of choice that has to be made.  My job and money VS My happiness and raising a family.  What kind of choice is that?  the sot of living nation wide has gone up so significantly that it is rare to get to have both.  You can make money OR be happy.  You can have a family OR have a job you like.

I have a dream... to write the words

More and more people are choosing not to have families, or to delay having families.  I am running out of time.  Granted I am only thirty, but women in my family have a history of early menopause.  My Grandmother was done by the time she was  40.  That give me a rough estimate of 10 years to have my family.  The pressure is on, and there is no starting line in sight right now.  It seems like I am not the only one in this kind of situation, birth rates are down in the US, and I am pretty sure that the economy is the #1 culprit for that. 

Do you find yourself in a similar place?  What would you do?  Say fuck all and write?  I mean I get that the whole starving artist is supposed to be sexy and trendy, but starving is not sexy, ever.  Ugh!  Help me out with advice in the comments!

Monday, October 15, 2012

You better blog about that sh*t.

So, the hubs decided that this must  be blogged about.

My dogs have rules about where they can be in the house.  They can't be on the furniture, (this makes me sad but the hubs is actually allergic to dogs), and the can't be in the kitchen.  For two reasons, they would beg, and that's just a no-no and my kitchen is tiny, like crazy tiny.  We have a "galley style" kitchen, which is a fancy word for "hallway that barely fits appliances and cabinets."  Seriously y'all I cant open any 2 appliances at once. 

Anyway, the one rule that my dogs cannot seem to get, is stay out of the kitchen.  I am constantly turning around and tripping over a dog.  I mean, I get it.  It's hard for them to resist, that's where the food comes from.  It's hard for me to resist too.  But Jiminey Cricket!

So the other night I was scooping ice cream for J.  Sure enough, there was Boomer.  So I put on my best crooner voice and sang, to no discernible song:

"Boomer, get the fuck out of the kitchen, before I stab you in the eye with this spoon.  But then I'd have to get a new spoon because I don't wanna scoop ice cream with an eyeball spoon."

giggle, giggle, "What was that last part?" asked J.

"Huh?  I was singing to Boomer."

"I know, what was the last line again?"

"Then I'd have to get a new spoon because I don't wanna scoop ice cream with an eyeball spoon."

J Burst into hysterical laughter.  "You had better blog about that sh*t so everyone knows I'm not the only one who says crazy stuff."

And so I did!  The end! :-)

Friday, October 5, 2012

Happy Halloween!

Ifyou have ever read my blog before you should know I ADORE Halloween!  It's my favorite and I will have my wedding on Halloween so that I can have an Awesome Halloween/steampunk/victorian Masquerade Ball, with a Star wars twist.  I know right!

Anywho, I am looking for fun easy work appropriate crafts to do for my desk.  I have this big empty space on one corner and I don't know what to put there.  It's not really useful for work space as I can't really reach it from where I sit.  My Birthday is in the Summer, so there are usually flowers there and after thanksgiving I have my Christmas Tree.  (Which is Awesome and I will post a tutorial on it later this year!)  But, From September through Mid November and January through June it's a big glaring empty space.  And it drive me crazy.

Here are some Ideas I have had and their pros and cons:
Jack O'Lantern:

Pro: Takes up enough space!  Fall colors!
Con: rots quickly, more Halloween than Fall, might look silly after Halloween.

Glitter Pumpkins!
Good right through thanksgiving!
Paint will seal it!


Leaves of some kind
Good all season

Would have to be fake because I live in Florida and we dont get foliage...

Im thinking glitter punpkins?  You?

Whatever I decide I will make it this weekend! And pictures will come soon!

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Mandee's Musings

Men are Weird

I realize that if any of you are men, live with men, or know men, this comes as no surprise.  But seriously, I. Don't. Get. It.
The purse fear in particular is one that I struggle with. 

Me: Hun, can you get my phone for me?

J: Sure, where is it?

Me: In my purse.

J: ...

Five minutes later brings me my entire purse.

J: Here you go.

Me: Thanks, but I only needed my phone.

J: Yeah I don't look in purses.

Me: But it's my purse.  You already know what's in it.

J:  Yeah, no.  You keep lady stuff in there.

Me:  What?  so you can go to the store and buy me tampons, but you cant look in my purse because you might see one?  That's fucked up.

J:  I'm sorry I learned when I was a kid never to look in any woman's purse.  It stuck.

Me: ...
Walks off.

I mean, reallyWomen use tampons/maxi pads.  Is this some sort of secret?  I'm pretty sure most people are aware of this from about age 10.  What is so intimidating to men about purses?

Seriously, my husband will go to the store and buy tampons.  No big deal.  Why is it different once it's in a purse?  I mean, it's not used it's the same exact thing you buy in the store.  Maybe because it's out of the box? Is there some crazy secret out there that I don't know about?  Like does seeing a tampon outside of the box give you "lady parts"?  Or do your eyes and ears start to bleed if you look upon feminine hygiene products as a man?  WTF?

 I dunno.  This is making my head hurt.

Monday, October 1, 2012

I was plannin' on a day off Mother Fucker.

This is an actual conversation had with m husband driving home from picking him up at work late on a Sunday night.

J: Freedom!

Me: Rough night?

J: just tired, and hot.  Can't wait to get home!

Me: We have to stop at the grocery store for soda and corn bread to go with the chili I made.

J: Fine.  Then I am going to play SWTOR* until my eyeballs fall out.

Me:   that might be a problem.  I mean, I would still love you and take care of you if you were blind.  But it would be a real downer and a pain in the ass.  I mean if you could just stop right before the actually fell out that would be really helpful.

J: You totally just killed my buzz.

Me: I mean I guess if they fell out but didn' like Detach or anything we could go to the emergency room and have them put back in right?  Just give me some warning so I already have pants on and I'm ready to go right when it happens.  (Pause) Plus!  then I can call in and get to have a day off!  Awesome!

J: Uh yeah.  But don't go planning on that day off or anything.  Cause I'm not sure if my eyes will actually fall out and I'd be kinda pissed to wake with you taking a fork to my eye all like "I was plannin' on a day off Mother Fucker"

Me: Spoon.

J: ?

Me: i would use a spoon, not a fork, cause then it would be all holey and useless if they put it back in.  (Pause) The bad kind of holey not the good Jesus kind.

J: ...

True Story.

*SWTOR = Star Wars The Old Republic.  Its a game, like WOW, but WAAAAAAY cooler

Mandee's Musings

Like Chicken.

Someone used the phrase, "Running around like a chicken with it's head cut off" the other day.  And I had a chuckle.  As twisted as it is, watching headless chicken run around sans it's head, can be kind of funny, in a seriously dark way.  And if you are a child when you witness said act, it could cause trauma and thousands of dollars in therapy.  Just sayin'.
Like this, only more headless and bloody
Anyway then I thought about a human being running around all headless and I was entertained.  Then OI thought, how would one become headless in a way that would leave you running around?  Oh!  I know!  T-Rex!

You may of may not already know this, but I have an irrational fear of Dinosaurs*.  So immediately anything bad that happens inexplicably, I blame Dinosaurs.  So of course  that's how one would end up headless and running around.  It was dark, and the T-Rex was all still and you didn't notice it then BAM!  It takes off your head!  And thus you are running around like a chicken with its head cut off. 


*I know what you're thinking!  "Dinosaurs aren't real"  Yes, yes they are.  Fossils and science have proved it.  Now you're thinking "But they're extinct".  No. They. Are. Not.  I give you exhibits A-E: Crocodiles, Alligators, Giant SeaTurtles, Giant Squid and Nessy**!  THE END.

** What do you mean you don't know who Nessy is!  The Lochness Monster!  DUH!  You really need to get out more.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Snooka'd Like Jimmy. (Or how I had a wrestling match in my sleep)

I will admit 2 things:
1- I am an "all over" sleeper.  I move  A LOT during the night.
2- I sometimes have full on conversations that I don't recall in the morning
3- I sometimes wake up nekkid with no recollection of how that came about
(Me and math, not so good)

According to my husband, I am a violent sleeper with a tendency to attack him in the middle of the night like a WWE (WWF for us old timers) Wrestling super star.  Apparently  i have put him in a headlock, scissor lock, and Landed Several Supa-fly Splashes on him, all whilst blissfully asleep.  I call shenanigans.

Sometime last week the following (allegedly) occurred.

J: *shake, shake* Babe. (Pause) *shake* Babe!

Me: ngf wha!?

J: Move over a little, I'm falling off the bed.

Me: emgfdls, fnduioe, brf.
Doesn't move at all.

J: Babe

Me screaming so loud I may have woken the neighbors and did wake the dogs: Yeah!

J: Jesus!  Don't scream!  Move over a little so I can have some room.

Me still Screaming:  I did!

J: No you didnt.

Me pouting: I just wanna cuddle you

J: That's fine but lets move to the middle of the bed so I don't fall off.

Me: Okay.
Rolls over

Me five minutes later:
Rolls over throws my arm heavily on top of my husbands midsection and proceeds to snore loudly in his face.

J: Babe, roll over.

Me: Okay!
Moves UP and proceeds to wrap my arms around his face/neck headlock style.

J Grunting: Babe, Leggo!  I can't breathe! *gasp*

Me: Meh.
Lets go and moves the top half of my body to my side of the bed

J decides that having my feet by his isn't such a bad deal considering whats been going on and drifts to sleep.  Five more minutes later.  I wrap my legs around him in a scissor lock.  I wasn't sure what that was so i looked it up.  Apparently this is when you wrap your legs around a persons torso or neck and squeeze.  Oops!

J: Babe, wake up and move over!  What the hell are you dreaming about!

Gets up on my knees and proceed to bring down all of my weight on top of my husbands chest a la jimmy Supa-Fly Snooka.  He called this the supa-fly swat.  this is not pleasant when a small person does it.  I am NOT a small person.

I rolled over, still sleeping, leaving my husband a gasping mess clutching his chest, my lust for violence apparently sated.

He's mad, but I say it's his fault for making me watch WWE.

If this had been the WWE, I WIN!

Friday, September 28, 2012

Like Butterflies

A Writers gotta write.  that was my thought yesterday when I bought a journal small enough to vary all the time and large enough to be able to be useful.  And its pretty, bonus!  I also got some multi-colored pens,m cause that's just how I roll. 

The plan my sweets, is to keep the journal and pens with me at all times.  Because let's face it, I am as forgetful as they come.  My husband has legitimately made me go to the Doctor because of my terrible forgetfulness, fearing early onset Alzheimer's.  True Story.

Good Ideas are fleeting, so you have to catch them while you can.  Sort of like Butterflies they are here to day and gone tomorrow.  I like the butterfly analogy.  Ideas and inspiration are very much like butterflies, beautiful, fragile, and fleeting. 

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Mandee's Musings

When I can’t sleep because my brain won’t shut down, sometimes I get all philosophical and come up with truly amazing theories that no one will ever test, because they can’t.  Because I’m super advanced like that, not because it’s stupid.
So here are the kinds of things I think about when I can’t sleep. 
1~ The truth about colors
I think that everyone sees different colors form everyone else.  Okay maybe not like everyone, everyone, because I’m sure there are waaay more people than colors out there.  But what if what I see when I see blue is the same as what you see when you see orange, but we’d never know because regardless of what we see we have been trained that that is the color blue.
2~ Shadows are Alive
I think shadows might be alive.  I’m pretty sure this stems from a scary story I read as a child, but as I watch the shadows moving around on my walls and ceiling, I am almost certain I can see them moving with purpose.  I think maybe it’s another dimension that we can only see when it’s dark.  My husband says that’s crazy.
3~ Stop telling me dinosaurs are extinct
Alligators, crocodiles, Sea Turtles.  The end.  Won’t y’all be surprised when we get attacked Jurassic Park style and I’m all like “HA, Bitches!”
More musings to come as I think of them….Maybe.  No promises, I’m not that responsible.

Something Vaguely Witty Here

Guys I am sad. 
I read a ton of awesome blogs, like and and and  And these are hysterical, smart funny women who get to make a living writing and doing what they love.  Which is totally and unbelievably awesome, good for them! 
Then the evil jealous crazy girl who forever roams the halls of the high school of my brain rears up and is all, “WTF?!?  I want that!  And she gets whiny and bitchy and starts saying things like “I’m clever!  I’m funny!  Why can’t I be an awesome satirical blogger with a gagillion followers?”
I usually respond to that with, “Because you’re a bitch.”  But that never seems to go over well and she gets all mopey and calls me mean and cuts herself. 
Instead I said “Your book is almost done being edited!  Then you just have to make a million and twenty-three corrections/additions/omissions, and you can spend years sending it to publishers!”  This doesn’t really work either.  Apparently I'm not being "positive" or "encouraging" WTF me!?
Anyway my point is that my book is nearly done being edited!  WOOT!  Now I just have to find/make time to make all the awesome revisions that my editor suggests.  But for a lifelong dream, it’s worth it, right? 
I do need help naming said novel.  It’s a YA sci-fi fantasy about witches in current day Salem.  Anything?
I might be distracted by cute animal and/or shiny things so bear with me.... Is that a kitty!?

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Nail Polish Fairy, I have a question.

Ugh!  So frustrated right now.  I got this truly excellent *looking* Wet'N'Wild Mega last nail polish.  I know, I know, Wet'N'Wild, really?  Yes, really.  I love it!  Its bright and cheap so I can keep up with the latest trends and not feel too guilty. 

Anyway, pretty much every nail polish I have ever bought was spot on.  It was basically the same color on my nails as it was int he bottle.  Which is a good thing, cause, ya know, we buy it before we put it on our nails, I can only assume that the goal is for the polish to be much the same on your nails as it is in the bottle, right?  Right?

Not so this time around.  I bought what appears in the bottle to be a dusty-rose mauvey color.  really great for fall, and keeping in with the wardrobe guidelines at my job.  (Well, on site, at the office it make no flipping difference) But lo and behind once it was on my nails its like this dark brownish RED.  Much, much more red than pink and not keeping with the guidelines AT ALL.  This color is not even close to the color it looks like while in the bottle. 

( I was going to put a picture here but i cant find one one the web and my camera is at the shop)

Don't get me wrong, it's a VERY pretty color and I am happy to wear it when it's appropriate, but I am not much of a red polish girl, and the whole reason I bought this was for days when I am on site and cant wear my super bright fun colors.  And glitter.  Lots and lots of glitter. 

Gripe number two with this polish, that's right, the color being off wasn't enough for WNW this time around.  The Brush is awful!  I am all for the trend of making the brushes more flat than round, it does make for easier painting in my opinion, but this is absurd!  Its HUGE!  It's just over half of my thumbnail.  Which means that painting my pinkie leaves big ol' red smears on either side of the nail.  It only takes one swipe to do my index finger for crying out loud!

While I am talking to the nail polish fairy I also have a wish list.

1. China Glaze Capitol Colors Collection

Okay, I admit it.  I read and LOVED the Hunger Games Trilogy.  But that is notwhy I love this polish!  (but it IS why I looked it up to begin with)
This collection has 12 colors based on the 12 districts in the books!  Here they are!

China Glaze Agro (District 11 – Agriculture) Is a metallic olive green with flecks of gold. The base isn’t overly warm which makes it very wearable though peeps with uber cool tones may have a hard time pulling it off.

China Glaze Dress Me Up (District 8 – Textiles) is the color that was originally named for Primrose and given its dusty rose color, that would have been a great fit. It’s creamy with a soft, delicate nature, just like Prim.

China Glaze Electrify (District 5 – Power) is a clear-based packed with yellow gold and red glitter. The gold is the more prevalent color. The overall effect looks like gold foil peppered with red sparkles.  Thanks to the density of the glitter, you can get decent coverage without a ton of coats.

China Glaze Fast Track (District 6 – Transportation) is a cool beige packed with gold micro-flecks. It has a similar finish as Knotty from Anchors Away except the base is cooler and more opaque and the flecks are gold instead of silver. It’s a great twist on your average neutral.

China Glaze Foie Gras (District 10 – Livestock) is a dark, moody mauve creme. I’m calling it Below Deck After Dark. It’s a member of that whole taupe-y purple family that Chanel Particuliere and SOPI Metro Chic belong to.

China Glaze Harvest Moon (District 9 – Grain) is a burnt copper foil metallic. It had the autumnal, fall feeling that represents the idea of a bountiful harvest really well.  It is packed with pigment.

China Glaze Hook and Line (District 4 – Fishing) is a muddied, pewter metallic. There’s a bit of taupe to its underbelly that makes me think of a fish hook that has a thin layer layer of dried dirt from years of use. It’s definitely unusual, and you know I love that!

China Glaze Luxe & Lush (District 1 – Luxury) is the FLAKIE top coat.  In the bottle you can see flecks of fiery orange, blue and a lilac leaning pink in a milky base. I think it would pair well with Dress Me Up.

China Glaze Mahogany Magic (District 7 – Lumber) is a rich, yellow-based, brown creme. It’s meant to have a woody feel. Undoubtedly this will rock on warmer/olive skin tones but on me.

China Glaze Riveting (District 3 – Technology) is a jelly-fied gem. A sister to two classic China Glaze jellies, Orange Marmalade and Orange-Pacific this color has one thing going for it the others lack, pigment. Two coats and it’s on!

China Glaze Stone Cold (District 2 – Masonry) is the matte color in this collection.  It makes total sense to have this graphite glitter dry with a matte finish. It’s so asphalt-esque. Though very similar to Nubar Matte Midnight. With a top coat the silver sparkles come alive and it resembles graphite.

China Glaze Smoke & Ashes (District 12 – Mining) The love child of Blk-Bila-Bong and Glittering Garland, it has the inky base and blue micro-flecks that made BBB a star. Mix in the emerald fleck from GG and we have a rising star on our hands.

Also I REALLY want to try a french manicure with colored tips, like a different one for each nail, but I FAIL at french tips with a brush y'all.  I totally cheat and use a nail polish pen for that, but the coloured ones are like 8 bucks each and I'm kinda poor right now... WTF...  How do I fix THAT Nail polish Fairy.

(If there is a nail polish fairy I'm sorry for being snide!  I love you and your product please bring me free nail polish pens and the hunger games nail polish! Thankyouverymuch!

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

What do you do when you hate both Presidential Candidates?

You guys, I don’t know what to do!  I hate all the presidential candidates.  Granted this is partly because they are both actually terrible and partly because my indecisive ass believes in PART of both parties platforms.  I also have given up hope for any politician ever actually doing, or even TRYING to do what they say they will do once they get there.
For example: Last Election Obama talked about repairing the economy.  Which, I agree, we totally need.  I voted for him!  He was worried about the economy and had all those left wing pro-rights things!  Perfect!  Then he came into office and was like “Economy?  Fuck the economy. What we need is a free healthcare system, that isn’t REALLY free (since people with jobs who pay taxes will have to pay for it by taxing the insurance that they have to buy, because the only way to get free healthcare is to be unemployed or not offered insurance by your employer)  to help fuck they economy some more!  Yeah! Let’s do that!”
Don’t get me wrong, we do need some kind of health care reform, but you know what would help with that?  A stable economy, then people could have jobs and afford insurance and/or health care and there would be less need to give it away for free to everyone.  Do health care costs need to come down?  Hell fucking yes, but I don’t think that a government controlled health care system is the way to go.  With the exception of Sweden and Canada, every other country, that I am aware of at least) has had economic failure.  That’s just what we need!  A health care system to tax an already severely over burdened economy!
Not to mention the issue I have with the government having any say in my health care choices.  That should be a decision made by my doctor and I and everyone else should have ZERO say in what/how/if I treat anything I may be diagnosed with.  This includes physical and mental health choices.
Then there’s the whole economy issue.  Mitt Romeny is focusing his whole campaign on the economy, (just like Obama Last year) but he hates any health care reform and abortion in ALL instances and wants to force us all back into the fucking 1950’s with regard to morals etc.  He is pro-life, as long as by life you mean your fetus’s potential for life and not your own, and Anti Gay Marriage.  There things are VERY important HUMAN RIGHTS.  Where does he get off!?!  And the whole no more Planned Parenthood thing pisses me off too.  That was just my regular doctor for a loooong time when I did not have access to insurance.  And they don’t just give abortions; they do family planning and help people get tested and treated for STDs and give women regular women’s heath checkups.  Yes let’s definitely take that way from people. 
So he wants to fix the economy but fuck all else.  And I really don’t have much faith in that either.  For a few reasons; I am from New England and I know just how badly he FUCKED UP The Massachusetts economy.  Also, see above, a candidate has yet to get into office and do what they say.  In fact in recent years they have rarely even tried to do what they said they would do. 
I would say that I will vote for the green party this year, but at this point that’s almost like not voting, and since republicans will NEVER vote for the green party, and will always vote republican if they don’t have a better option, (According to any republicans I know anyway) it’s like helping them win.  The same thing applies with a write in vote.  So what is a girl to do, when neither candidate is what best for the nation?

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Writing Exercise!

I found this writing exercise on this website, I think it's a good one and I am going to attempt it below.

On vacation, at a lake (or at the beach, or in the mountains-- anywhere not urban) someone has an encounter with a wild animal: this might be a bat in the house or a fishing eagle or a water snake or sea gull. Describe the encounter and what happens next. For memory writing, this might be an actual incident; in fiction, it could be a story someone tells or an event that explores a character's personality.

The water was cold, but I had been floating around and swimming in the lake for the better part of the afternoon with my best friend Beth.  I signed in contentment looking up at the sky.  Dusk was coming and that meant we needed to head back to camp to help get dinner ready.  

This was my favorite time of the year, my parents took off two whole weeks, and we spent 7 uninterrupted days at our lakeside campground.  We owned the property, and it was only about three hours form our house,but there was no phone, no Internet, no cable, no electricity at all really.  I always got to choose a friend to take with me, since I didn't have any brothers and sisters to keep me occupied, and I always took Beth.

Mom had one of those Ranch style triangles by the front door of the cabin and rang it to let us know when she needed us.  You could see the lake from the front door, but it was a little ways off.  I flopped back into the water, dragging my inner-tube behind me as I swam for shore.  Beth was already collecting our towels and the other things we had brought out with us for the afternoon.  

Beth had fiery red hair and very pale skin which sun burned easily, she had retreated to the shade about an hour before hand, and was reading before my mother rang the bell.  She had everything packed up into the duffel bag before I made it to land.  All I had to do was swing the inner-tube over my shoulder and slip into my flip-flops.  

Mom was getting the fire ready and I was gathering hot-dogs and buns and condiments while Beth got all the plates and started to set the table.  My Dad had gone to the store to get more ice and drinks since we were out of just about everything.  Being outside pretty much all day made one surprisingly thirsty!

My mother got the fire going and we started to roast hot dogs for dinner.  Dad got back just in time with the drinks.  We ate until we couldn't eat another bite and then ate some more.  I think the four of us finished off nearly two whole packages of hot dogs before we gave in.  We sat at the table by the fire playing cards and telling stories.  The fire started to die down and Dad went to get some more wood. 

"Girls, we're out of wood, can you go gather some?  Mom and I thought we could make s'mores!" my father called from where the woodpile should be.

"Sure!" Beth called as we jumped up, excited about the s'mores.  She got the flashlight and ran ahead following the path and I was able to follow behind using the glow of the light on the path to guide me.  I started to fall behind as I stumbled on roots and rocks I couldn't see because Beth was holding the flashlight. 

Laughing and out of breath I called out, "Beth!  Wait up!" she didn't stop, but I heard her laughing as she started to turn around.

That's when I ran into something. 

It knocked me back a little, but I managed to keep my balance.  I took a tentative step forward and reached out gingerly with my finger tips, I still had no idea what might be in the middle of the path, but I did know that it hadn't been there when Beth ran by just a few minutes ahead of me.  So, whatever I had hot, was mobile.  And I was in the middle of the woods, in the white mountains.

I remember my hear beating so fast and l loud that I just knew Beth could hear it on the path ahead of me.  My hands go closer and closer to where I had been, and when they finally touched the obstacle in the path, it was furry. 

My heart did a little flip-floppy leap and I had to swallow a squeal left my head be torn asunder from the rest of my body by the animal I had just run into. without saying a word I backed up again and Beth swung the flashlight around, to find a massive bull moose standing int he middle of the path.  

I had run, bodily, into a Moose!  For those of you who are uninitiated, Moose, are not nice.  They are mean and attack people pretty regularly.  This was not cool.  I backed away and made my way around the Moose, giving him a wide berth and once I was clear I ran to Beth and made her stay right beside me while we got the wood, and cautiously made our way back to the camp.  

I did not have any s'mores.


Tuesday, August 21, 2012


I. LOVE. Dr Seuss!  Theodore Geisel was an amazing person, author artist and activist!  I have always loved Seuss.  Always.  Like, for as long as I can possibly remember.  The cat in the hat was the first book I learned to read.  And thus began a life-long love afair with the written word.

I have even owrked inSeuss Landing at Universal Orlando's Islands of Adventure.  It was kinda super awesome and fun, if only theme park jobs paid better... *sigh*

Anyway, when Julio and I finally have choldren, either biologically or adopted, who knows, our child will have a Dr Seuss themed nursery.  *squee* How filipping COOL is that!  Im not going for book specific here.  So Its not goiung to be all red white and blue for the The Cat in the Hat or anything, but bright colors and crazy characters and no straight lines!  (Did you know that there are no perfectly straigt lines visible in any structure in Seuss Landing?  True Story.)


 Look at those Curves!  Va-va Voom!

I want to have a spectacular mural wall too!  I *think* I can still draw Seuss Characters so I should be abel to DIY it too!

Not sure I can compete with this one though!

I have found a ton of inspirational photos online to work from too!  Do any of you have Seuss Themed rooms in your home?

Friday, August 17, 2012

Curiouser and Curiouser

So, clearly, based on my oh-so-clever title, today's post is headed back to that astounding place called Wonderland!

I wrote a previous post about the excellent costumes in Tim Burton's Alice in wonderland.  Check it out by clicking the link!

I was going to rave about the super awesome graphics, and save this for next time, but I just can't help myself!  The Hubs and I are planning an Alice in Wonderland Photo shoot!  *insane flailing squealing and happy dancing*

We haven't exactly figured out just how we're going to do this, or even have the right amount of people to do it.  But it's been added to our bucket list!  We have a few people slated to help us, but first we need a second camera, one for me and one for Julio.  We will both be shooting so neither of us will be in the photos.  I am wondering if my Friend will lend us her baby to be the mouse... Hmmm...

We need to start collecting props and making, yes making the costumes.  I'm not sure if I want to go traditional or steamy*, or true to period.  What do you think?
* Steampunk donchaknow!

I think I want to make a giant long no sew tutu for my Alice.  Kind of like this one:

Photo from:

But blue, and white and creme (Hello, its still Alice in wonderland, DUH) with a white tank top and a giant blue bow... Did I mention that my Alice is a brunette?  Is that weird?

I will have to hit up some thrift stores for some awesome mismatched teacups and saucers and candle sticks and the like. 

I only want a few main characters in the shoot.  Obviously I want Alice and The Mad Hatter and The Rabbit and the Cheshire cat, possibly the rabbit and the mouse if I can get folks to be them.  I might do a separate shoot for the Queen of hearts and the card soldiers.  Is that too much?  Or should they just be included in the Alice one? 

Ugh so much to do!  And I have No flipping Idea where or when exactly I will get to do it either... Any advice?

My newest project! Challenge?

I started a Project 365 yesterday :-)!  It's a daily photo challenge.  Take 1 photo a day (At least) for a whole year.  I am really excited about it!  Right now it's pretty easy to take a photo a day, but I am sure the more I take the harder it will become! 

It will do lots of things too!
A) Improve commitment
B) Improve my photography skills
C) I will have a memory from every single day for an entire year

If you want to follow my progress and help keep me committed check out My Other blog!

Much love!

Monday, August 13, 2012

T-Shirts and Movies and Geekery! Oh My!

So I have kind of been slaking in my Geeky posts!  I am going to try valiantly to make up for it now!
First, hove you been to, no?  Go.  Go now.  But keep your wallet locked in a safe for the duration of your visit!  Each time I go I want to buy all the things!  It can be difficult to navigate, but what you find is totally worth the trouble.

Like these little numbers:
Blender Hero ShotA Hero Named... Hero Shot    Play It By Ear Hero Shot                  Alfred's Day Off Hero Shot            TARDamask Hero Shot                           Something Strange, In Your Beverage... Hero Shot

Also, did you know that I heart robots?  No.  Well then, I heart Robots.  Now you know.  And there are some super cute ones to be had! Like these cute kids Craft robots!

Don't forget this little papercraft cutie!  Download it here!
Paper craft stick cute cartoon robot in big city with green grass Stock Photo - 12249994
 And did you know everyone needs a robot?  Well, they do.  And I have proof!  Just Look! They wrote a song about it and you can find it on the internet so it *must* be true!

I have a confession to make.  I (Like any grunge 90’s kid worth their salt) love the beatles. 
The Bluuuuuuue Meanies (FYI it MUST be said that way.) from Yellow submarine are so the best!  And psychedelic cartoons set to trippy music?  Yes please!  My friends were all about getting stoned and watching it.  (Yes, I really mean friends, I do not partake)

And you know what I love more?  Sgt Peppers Lonely hearts club Band: A tribute to the Beatles starring Peter Frampton and the BeeGees and a huge super star cast.  It’s ridiculous and cheesy and I love it.  I might even go so far as to say it’s my all time favorite movie.  Even though I totally cry when Strawberry dies.  My point?  Oh yeah.  Check.  It.  Out.  Here.
And speaking of Peter Frampton,*swoon*,  I know, sad but true.  Hes not so good looking, (I guess he was 70's hot, not my style though) but hes so freaking talented!  Even after all these years!  I went to see Jethro Tull, and he was their opening act, his was the best part of the show!  He’s talented and funny as all get out.  (Rumor has it that he was a bit of an ego case when he was younger though)
Okay now that that particular rant is over.  I also want to say that I am super –dee-duper mad that I haven’t seen any of the new Dr Who’s on BBC America.  I hear they are playing on actual BBC in great Britain, so where the heck is Matt Smith and all his wonder in the states!  Argh!  In the meantime enjoy these lovely whovian shirts and baubles.
I do love me some British TV and humor.  Great lead in for “something completely different.”  Tee hee, see what I did there?  That’s right folks Monty Pythons Flying Circus!  I miss this show so much!  We had the entire boxed set on VHS at my grandparents when I was a kid, and I really, really want it on DVD now, but when I see it, I have no money, when I have money I can’t find it!  What’s a girl to do!?
I guess that’s all for now!  In the words of Spock, Live long and prosper.