Welcome to Palm Coast, FL

What’s the best way to spend the weekend besides being a billionaire with a private jet and loads of cash? Give up? Well, you should because there are a lot of acceptable answers and one of them is how I spent this past weekend: family reunion 2019 baby. 😊

Look, when you live in Florida, people have an excuse to come visit you. And when you’re as cool as Batman and me, well, that’s just a bonus.

Welcome to Palm Coast, FL.

Rooming with twelve people can get terrible really quickly, so we collectively made the decision not to kill one another and enjoy the accommodations. (These are all courtesy of Batman).

Nice digs, eh?

Also, there was no itinerary! I LOVED that! We were able to hang with people over here or over there, in the beach or in the pool (ours or one of the TWO community pools) or at the beach. I simply LOVED that! Everything was so easy going and chill and Batman and I had a blast 😊 We’ll be seeing everyone again next year at our wedding (tee-hee!) so there’s just another reason to look forward to it.

What about you? How’d you spend your weekend? Do anything cool? What do you do for family reunions?

Birthday Buttons Work

Somehow, I not only forgot that it was Wednesday (last week) but I also COMPLETELY FORGOT it was the first Wednesday of the month which means I missed the IWSG post. ☹

It’s okay. As long as I don’t miss two in a row, I won’t get kicked out of the club. I’ve earned my spot in the top 100 by never missing more than two consecutive posts. So, at least I’m not out of the game yet. But still. What was I thinking? How did I miss posting my weekly blog? I’ve only been (successfully keeping up/) doing this Wednesday posting-thing since Octoberish 2017. I don’t know. I guess time got away last week.

Also: it was Batman’s birthday. 😊 That might have something to do with it.

He’s 33, which is the age Jesus was when he died, and I’ve been reminding Batman of it constantly. It’s not my fault. HE’s always rubbing in the fact that I’m six months older, which means I’m a cradle-robber, apparently? Whatever. I still claim dying first so I win. Anyway, he turned 33 and since we live in Florida, we traveled back down to Orlando because we’re adults and we can.

Destination: MGM & Magic Kingdom

Ever hear of a birthday button? It’s an actual button you where that makes cast members wish you happy birthday while “sprinkling all kinds of magic fairy dust your way.” Sounds cool, right? WELL IT IS. 😊 😊 Batman’s birthday button scored ultimate fairy dust. Like, ultimate-ultimate. So much that we are pretty much only going back when it’s one of our birthdays. (Seriously. These things are awesome).

Since Batman was turning the big 3-3, he picked MGM and the Magic Kingdom as the two parks we’d visit. The first day we did MGM and wanted to ride 1) the Rocking Roller Coast and 2) the new Slinky Dog Coaster in the new Toy Story land. Both lines were consistently at over an hour wait. The estimated standby entrance showed 75 minutes. 90 minutes. 110 minutes. Every single time we checked, (and we looped the park probably five times), it was ALWAYS A WAIT and there was no way we were standing in the heat for over an hour to ride a three-minute ride. No way. And Batman and I, being smart adults, agreed it wasn’t worth it. We’d checked both rides around 4-5 times throughout the day, but it just wasn’t meant to happen.

Enter: Guest Relations

As we were leaving, we stopped by Guest Relations because apparently, I don’t know how to buy us Disney tickets. The lady who admitted us into the park said we grossly overpaid and should see GR about getting it taken care of. We did, and everything turned out fine, but because Batman was sporting that truly magical birthday button, the lady helping us asked if there was any ride we didn’t get to do. We mentioned the Rocking Roller coaster along with the Slinky Dog Coaster, and she typed something into her system. When she gave us back our park tickets, she said we had fast passes to go on BOTH rides to be used at ANY TIME WE WANT for the rest of the day.

Uh, can I say pretty fucking magical?

We booked it to one end of the park, rode the Rocking Roller Coaster in less than five minutes, then we hightailed it to Toy Story land and rode the Slinky Dog Coaster. Ten minutes. All day long we checked and were disappointed, and we did both in the last half an hour.

Birthday buttons work. I’m just saying. 😉

Anyway, I’m going to blame missing last week’s post on Batman. It makes me feel better and he’s not here to defend himself. But seriously: if you’re considering visiting Disney for your birthday (I assume they work in CA too) do yourself a favor and get a birthday button. You’ll thank me later.

And because I remembered to take a few photos throughout the days, here are the best ones:

Into MGM. I already passed the entry sign and there’s no turning back.

Toy Story Land, everyone.

Here we have a great view of almost being trampled.

To infinity, and beyond!

The People Mover. Arguably the best ride in the Magic Kingdom.

At the entrance to the Beauty and the Beast Castle restaurant.

(Restaurant entrance)

LOOK!!!! It EXISTS!

Eating ice cream on a sidewalk. Best way to wind down Disney.

Nope Nope NOPE

I left a one-star review on a hotel. ☹

Typically, I refrain from reviewing or rating my experiences because 1) I just don’t care and 2) I forget about it minute a later, so it’s rare that I leave a comment. However, I left one about my stay in Tampa two days ago. I mean, look, Hotels.com, if you really want feedback on the TERRIBLENESS of your suggested option, I will tell you:

First: GROSS

HOW are there sooooooo many rips in the curtains? WHY are there stains in the lamp shades? WHERE did the paint go? WHY IS THIS NOT OBVIOUSLY BEING ADDRESSED BY STAFF? (Oh, and there was a tear in the “comforter” too. Batman showed me but I was too annoyed to take yet another picture. Plus, I didn’t want to think about the possible stabbing that caused it. *shudders*)

Second: LIARS

If the grossness wasn’t enough, how about the act of betrayal? Usually, I stick to my code of known name brand with a king bed and free breakfast. But we were going to be in Tampa for a night. One night. I wasn’t shelling out two hundred dollars—the going rate—for one night. But this place looked nice. Pictures were great and, if I’m to be honest (and somewhat shallow), the outside reminded me of a Holiday Inn.

BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT IT WAS PREVIOUSLY.

These fools bought (or possibly found) an old Holiday Inn and didn’t bother to renovate. You can tell it’s an old Holiday Inn because the outline of the letters are still clearly visible on the building, which means they also didn’t bother to clean. Or put any sort of effort into making this place their own. Or good. Or hospitable.

Third: EMPTY

To top it all off, they were out of candy.

I sent Batman on a mission for a bottle of water and a candy bar. He came back with the water and nothing else, and part of me died. No candy. No FREAKING candy. Ripped curtains. Stained lamp. LIED TO. And now no candy?

What. The. Fuck.

Let this be a lesson to you: stick to the code. Don’t deter from the code or else THIS will happen. You’ll find yourself candy-less in a bed where a stabbing most likely occurred, next to a set of drapes where the stabbing most likely continued. The whole place is a murder scene. You’re in a murder scene.

Stick to the code.

EDIT: I DID take a picture of the rip in the “comforter”

I wasn’t lying. Not like some “hotels.”

But seriously, how are you out of candy?!?!

Life Can’t Be That Bad

This should probably be saved for IWSG, but I’m not feeling confident about writing. ☹

At all.

Let me start again.

I’m not feeling confident about writing for a living. I want to (really, really), but I’m just not confident that it’s ever going to happen. Like, ever. Hopefully, this is the tiny pessimist in me screaming to be heard, and she’ll just shut up. Maybe she won’t. She’s been singing this bull for years and sometimes I get sucked in. Grr.

I’m just overwhelmed. Not by the writing part, but the everything-else part. Some people can write AND hold down a fulltime job (with overtime) AND be happy in their relationships/social lives AND only sleep three hours but that’s not me. I need eight hours.

I’m fine, really. Just feeling a little sad, and maybe disappointed. I’m sure this will pass until the pessimist returns again in five or six months, but by then, I should have a decent wine collection going, so I’ll deal with it discreetly.

There’re a lot of positive/encouraging things I post on FB, and yes, it’s mainly for all of you, because I know you’re all hurting in your own private ways. But I also post them for me as a reminder to breathe, and that it’s going to be okay. So, maybe I won’t write for a living, and maybe I’m not supposed to. Maybe there’s something else way cooler  that I’m supposed to do? *shrugs*

I honestly have no idea.

But it’ll be okay.  I have a wine collection growing. Life can’t be that bad. 😊

It’s a Toss Up For Me IWSG

First and foremost: Happy birthday, Courtney! 😊

You are an AWESOME older sister, and before anything else, today is YOUR day. Happy, happy, HAPPIEST of birthdays, I love you, and I’m sorry I pushed your face into the couch all those times we fought. You did kind of ask for it though.

Second and secondmost: Batman went under the knife last Friday. Sadly no, not to something cool like ninjas or pirates or psychotic rogue Canadians. He had a little outpatient surgery to remove a benign lump that was causing some breathing troubles. Not cool when you want to like, live and breathe normally. But he’s out and about and *technically* has lost more weight for the wedding than I have. I need to step my game up.

Third and thirdmost: Happy IWSG day 😊

I’ve done a lot of writing (and have some writing updates!) but I’m not ready to get into anything yet, so we’ll focus on the optional monthly question:

Whose perspective do you like to write from best, the hero (protagonist) or the villain (antagonist)? And why?

Huh.

Actually kind of tough.

I love my protagonists because they’re funny and cool and smart, so naturally I enjoy writing them…but there is something amazing about writing terribly awful characters. 😊 I guess it’s fun because you get to peek into another kind of mindset, and whereas you strive to do good in reality (I hope?) you can be as twisted and fucked up as you want through the character. So…there is a bit an allure to it.

I don’t know. This one is a toss up for me. I’ll say both.

What about you?

Any birthdays coming up? Or surgery? Who do/would you think you’d prefer to write: hero or villain?

Insecure Writer’s Support Group (IWSG) is a monthly blog hop for writers at all levels to share their fears and insecurities in a safe and encouraging place. Please drop by and say hi to Alex Cavanaugh who started this nifty concept in bringing us all together.

This Needs to be the Majority Folks

My heart hurts ☹

So many of the people I love have been going through some EPIC shit struggles right now. One right after the other right after the other, and I want to make it all go away. For all of them. But the sucky thing about being a human and not a demi-God is the inability to make loneliness, sickness, and constant fear go away. No matter how much you want it to.

(Demi-Gods, you’ve won this round!)

I don’t mean for this to be a sad post; I’m sorry. It’s just that a friend hit me with some news recently, and I didn’t expect it. I was focused on other friends’ troubles and this one landed on top of it and wow.

Just…

Wow.

So many people I love are in pain. ☹

Are you feeling this too? Is there a moon shifting somewhere? Mercury colliding with Mitsubishi or something? Like WHAT is happening? (and please don’t tell me this is the end of the world. No, it isn’t. Shut up.) I hope whatever’s going on in the universe corrects itself because it’d be nice to hear someone say that something amazing happened to them. (And yes, a few of you have, but I want more of you to. Like, this needs to be the majority, folks).

So, why don’t we make a list then, huh? Tell me one AMAZING thing that’s happened to you recently. Big or small, I don’t care. Get the closest spot in the parking lot? NICE. Find twenty dollars in your back pocket? AWESOME. Someone give up their seat for you? HOLY FREAKING SHIT. Tell me. I want to know. I want to know it all. Life sucks sometimes so please help remind me why it doesn’t.

I’ll go first:

I purchased something small but meaningful for my wedding and I absolutely LOVE IT. Can’t tell ya what it is; you’ll have to wait for the pictures…some six hundred days from now (but who’s counting?). But yeah, it made me happy. Now you go. What’s something amazing that’s happened recently?

Also, because, how is he not amazing?