Maybe There is Hope After All

So, I’m an idiot.

I’m not Marissa Tomei in My Cousin Vinny—or anywhere close to it—but I *guess* I should’ve realized the reason my air conditioning wasn’t blowing is because I had the main knob turned down to the lowest setting. You know, the knob that basically indicates how much air should be blowing out? Yeah.  That one. That sucker was on the basically-off setting while I had each vent and the circulation BLASTING. Batman got into my car to take it to Napa (to charge the AC unit) and before we even left the driveway, he turned the knob and there was instant cooling relief. And then he made a face as if to ask, really?

Like I said – I’m an idiot.

The door-handle is still detached, and I’d still prefer to travel via unicorn, but at least I know I won’t drop dead of heat exhaustion at a McDonalds drive-in (like I did nearly a week ago) since I now know which knob to turn. Mind you, I’ve only had Georgie for ten years, but you know how things randomly change in cars. Don’t they? No? Shut up.

Batman and I booked our wedding photographer 😊

I was smart with that. Read the contract three times to make sure I wasn’t agreeing to be turned into a human centipede (you never know), and maybe only so much intelligence can be used per person in a short amount of time. Or maybe I just have my stupid days/weeks/months. Whatever. At least I used my smarts accordingly with nabbing our photographer. We’re about to nail down our florist next, so after that, all the *main* wedding components will be done, and Batman and I can reward ourselves for all this adulting with our trip to Colorado Springs! 😊

Two weeks and we’ll be walking through Garden of the Gods and checking out Manitou Springs and going white water rafting which I am both excited and terrified for. Believe me,  I want to go. I was the one who signed us up. But I also have no upper arm strength and I’m slightly awkward and definitely non-athletic, unlike Batman who used to be a tri-athlete (true!) So, if I suddenly stop blogging early September, you’ll know the excursion didn’t go so well, and Batman will probably be in hiding somewhere after killing the guide that let me die. (Most likely true!)

Non-wedding/car/Co trip stuff: I’m on my third Jenn Bennett book. The first one I read, Anatomical Shape of a Heart, was good, not great (for me, at least). I liked it, finished it, but didn’t grab for her next book. In fact, I forgot her name until I read Alex, Approximately and I still didn’t realize it was the same author. Well, you know how when you think about a story a lot, you realize how much you liked it? I went back to see who wrote Alex, Approximately and started another book by the author – Starry Eyes. I only NOW realize it’s the same author of  Anatomical Shape of a Heart. Huh. I guess I do like her stuff after all. What I’m saying is it took me a while to be a fan of hers. Maybe all my “non” fans are people who haven’t read a lot of my stuff, or even know that I write. Maybe there is hope after all. 😊

Had to get in my little bit of writing-related news in. Happy Hump day to all of you!

P.S. Look what I sent Batman the other day:

He is so going to love being married to me.

I’m Having Pants Issues

It started last week when I couldn’t find my jeans because I’d hung them over a chair (it was raining and the ends were wet) and I forgot and grabbed—what I thought—were the correct jeans. I realized in the car—and far too into the journey—that no, they were NOT the right pair. I’d grabbed the ones I’d discarded to the floor for “emergencies” except I forgot my “emergencies” pair had become my “throw out” pair because the inner thigh material rubbed and there were holes. Awesome.

So, I headed to work in my throw away pants and prayed to God that no one would pay extra attention to my terrible fashion more than usual. Thankfully, everyone kept their probably crude comments to themselves, and I made as few trips to the bathroom and break-room as possible. The jean mix-up spurred the ongoing pursuit of finding black pants in my size, but like most weekends and sports I try, I failed. ☹ But, I did buy one pair of normal blue jeans that I thought fit and looked pretty good in in the Walmart dressing room. I tried them on again and TIGHT.

VERY TIGHT.

WTF did I eat this weekend?

Deciding not to break in my new pair, I reached again for what I thought was my normal, main set of jeans. Instead—yet again—I got my other “emergencies” pair that is wwaaaaaayyyy too big and gives me gap-butt. I am not rocking the pants situation recently. So, if you see me out in the wild, please know I do have clothes that actually fit me and I’m sure they’re on my floor somewhere. Hopefully.

Also—I got a new phone! 😊

Just in time too, because I just finished paying of the other one! Go figure. Batman said he’d tried calling a few times and it never reached me. Also, the thing wouldn’t hold a charge. And my car charger broke. And my garage door opener broke. And the flies have been attacking me (that has nothing to do with the others, but it’s true and I feel like you should know in case I suddenly disappear or have a striking resemblance to Jeff Goldbloom circa 1986). Basically, all the things are happening and I can’t even get the right pants on. It’s been tough.

How’s it been going with you? Are you able to dress yourself? Any devices stop working? Are the flies attacking you too? Tell me everything.

Guess Who Was Called First

To be honest, I had plenty of time to write this post after coming home from jury duty yesterday. Instead, I watched episodes of Parks &Rec and wrote a lot of RTD. (#sorrynotsorry)

I can’t talk about much about jury duty, (because, you know, the government is probably reading this) but I will say this: it was my second time being called, the parking was much better this go-around, and YES I GOT CALLED BACK. ☹

The first time I went, I sat in this big room and read the entire Goblet of Fire. There was a break for lunch, and that was it. Throughout the day, names were called and people left and at around five o’clock, we were all dismissed. But yesterday, they called lists. TWO lists. For TWO different trials. And guess who was called first on list number two?

I didn’t get chosen. Let’s just make that clear. I am not a juror and THANK GOD because I didn’t want to be, but I did have to go to the back and be asked a bunch of questions and it was like being on the very boring version of My Cousin Vinny. (I don’t watch a lot of law shows. This is pretty much all I’m pulling from). There was a lot of legal jargon from some not so attractive people, and at one point I almost fell asleep. But, I made it out, UN-JURORED and all is well in the universe again.

Anyway, I meant to write this post when I had some time, but it’s Tuesday night, and Appa is sleeping and farting next to me, so I’m going to go ahead and end it here. There’s not much more to tell, and the dog’s gas is bordering hazardous. At this point, it’s a safety thing.

Have a great Wednesday!

P.S. Have you ever been called for jury duty? Did you get called to the back??

Taste Testing and Character Traits IWSG

Batman and I went to our first wedding taste-testing 😊

I must say, if I’m ushered into a room with an open bar and a three-course meal (with passed appetizers and a display station) on a Tuesday night and NOT have to pay for any of it, I plan on getting married more often.

This freaking rocked.

I’m not sure what I expected. That’s a lie. Yes, I do: I expected to walk into a plain conference room where there would be a long table filled with couples sitting in front of a plate, waiting to try a sample of each entrée. This is not what happened. Batman and I attended a “fake reception” complete with a cocktail hour and dinner so we could access not only the food, but the wait staff, service, and overall appearance as well. So far, we liked what we saw:

Since the selfie option on my phone isn’t working (and because I can’t figure out how to fix it) I asked Batman to take a picture of us. This is what he sent me:

So, yes 😊 Wedding things are happening. And I’m super into company’s offering me free food and booze to secure potential business.

Now, onto writing things! July’s question for Insecure Writer’s Support Group:

What personal traits have you written into your characters?

Hmm. Probably more than I like to admit. I think—whether subconsciously or not—we tend to write our own traits into our characters, but for me, personally, I think I include a lot of my humor. What can I say—I like writing characters I could be friends with. I’m not sure if this counts, but I definitely write in my fears. I’m not terribly fond of spiders (if you haven’t noticed) and since I’m not keen on drowning either, I had Fallon battle this giant underwater creature—the Gorgen—which is very similar to a giant sea-spider. (Plague of Mybyncia – Book 2). Again, not sure if that counts as a trait, but I use my characters to battle my own fears. You know, writing is cathartic and stuff 😊

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.

Getting Stuff Done

I read a book on Saturday!

It shouldn’t be shocking since I write books, but I haven’t read anything for a while. Constant overtime at work leaves me with very little creative energy when I get home. On the good days, I manage to write a little for RTD or one of my other projects, but when I come home wanting to shoot my brains out, I sit in front of the TV and give into easy entertainment. No writing accomplished and definitely no reading, which sucks, since I’d rather read fiction than the THOUSANDS of aggravating emails at work from people who 1) don’t proof read  or 2) are plain stupid or 3) only answer half my email which extends the conversation and slowly drains my life force from me ☹

But I like fiction, and I finally read a sample that kept me interested enough to throw my hard, soul-draining money at it.

Alex, Approximately by Jenn Bennett

Blurb:

Classic movie fan Bailey “Mink” Rydell has spent months crushing on a witty film geek she only knows online as Alex. Two coasts separate the teens until Bailey moves in with her dad, who lives in the same California surfing town as her online crush.

Faced with doubts (what if he’s a creep in real life—or worse?), Bailey doesn’t tell Alex she’s moved to his hometown. Or that she’s landed a job at the local tourist-trap museum. Or that she’s being heckled daily by the irritatingly hot museum security guard, Porter Roth—a.k.a. her new archnemesis. But life is a whole lot messier than the movies, especially when Bailey discovers that tricky fine line between hate, love, and whatever it is she’s starting to feel for Porter.

And as the summer months go by, Bailey must choose whether to cling to a dreamy online fantasy in Alex or take a risk on an imperfect reality with Porter. The choice is both simpler and more complicated than she realizes, because Porter Roth is hiding a secret of his own: Porter is Alex…Approximately.

AKA: Modern Day You’ve Got Mail (which I loved!)

Yes, it’s YA romance and a trope I’m always interested in: enemies to lovers. My TBR list is pretty long, and I’ve been meaning to read *many* amazing-sounding books from other romance authors in the circle I run in, but I opened my Kindle, saw a suggested story and clicked. And enjoyed. Plus, I like the name Alex. He’s the hero in my BTT series, so obviously I’m attracted to it. 😊

Other than my book, Batman and I spent the weekend binge-watching Good Omens. Have you seen it? Angel and Demon have a bromance situation, and work together to prevent the end of the world after losing the Antichrist.  It’s actually pretty good, and I love the fact that 20,000 Christians petitioned Netflix to stop showing it, especially since it’s on Amazon Prime.

Anyway, that’s all that’s new with me. One book, one show thoroughly binge-watched, and Batman and I secured our wedding planner. Look at us getting stuff done! The Universe kicked my ass a little last week, but thank God no spider’s nests…

*still shuddering*

What about you? How has life been? Read any good books/binge any good shows lately?

Fine, Universe, You’re Off the Hook

Last week kicked my ass. Can we all agree it sucked? ☹

Since my favorite Aunt was in town, everything was cranked up to the next level of crazy-emotional, and I found myself crying at work on THREE different occasions over things I would’ve normally bottled up and whined about to Batman. And not cute little tears that I could pass off as a tender moment of sadness. No. I straight up Ugly-Cried, guys. AT WORK. Where I have to go back and show my ugly-crying face daily. And since I don’t care enough to wear make-up, just imagine my level of sexiness. Yeah.

*shudders*

I also put my hand through a spider’s nest.

I’m going to give you a second to think about that. To really get the image. Not a web. A nest. A spider’s nest which means there was one fat momma and her *billions* of babies. Really soak in that image. Are you fainting yet?

Because I nearly did. After the scream that shook the earth (and a terrible day earlier; note the ugly-crying above) I about passed out because WHAT THE HELL UNIVERSE. Yeah, I know I don’t sweep every day since Appa leaves a healthy layer of fur on my floor, but I WAS GETTING TO IT. Why would you hide the forces of evil under my dryer sheet—with *billions* of evil babies—and then let me grab it? With my hand? The one that I use to write and CANNOT chop off even though it’s touched the lowest layer in hell and will forever be tainted.

*Barfing*

*wipes mouth*

Excuse me.

So, last week was fun. 😊

I still get sick in the morning (most mornings) and no, I’m not pregnant. I’m stressed, and my body just reacts. Though, I will say this is one of the best diets I’ve been on. Is it unhealthy? Of course. But so is depression, and that’s the next best option that I’d really rather not explore. The silver lining is that it’s been great for wedding-dress-shopping which I recently did. Want to know how it went? Let’s just call it the opposite of my spider’s-nest-drama because mom and sister helped me FIND MY WEDDING DRESS 😊😊😊

YES! I HAVE IT! Eons early, but I have it, and it’s perfect, and I cannot WAIT to put it on again (many, many months from now.) I’d *love* to describe every frigging detail down to the time of day we went and the number of dresses I tried on, but I can’t. Sometimes Batman reads my posts (sometimes…) and I don’t want him peeking in on anything his happy butt can wait to know in November 2020. If we’re besties in the real world, of course you’ll get the whole story (details included!). For everyone else, just imagine the most gorgeous, perfect dress you didn’t realize you wanted—or even knew existed. And it’s yours! GUYS. I HAVE MY WEDDING DRESS!

Okay, so maybe the tail end of last week turned out to be not so terrible. I’ll give you Friday afternoon and Saturday. But Monday through mid-Friday—WTF, Universe? And really, a SPIDER’S NEST? You know it’s the antithesis of everything pure and holy.

*shudders*

But I did find my wedding dress. And it’s so, so beautiful…

Fine, Universe, you’re off the hook this week. But only because Batman just might cry now. He swears he won’t ball at the ceremony, but this gown might be the trick. I hope so. I’d really hate for mom to lose her five bucks. 😊

I Have Cool Toys

Maybe I’m not so weird for buying a stuffed dog for three dollars at a thrift store. That baby earned me a lot of laughs at work, a lot of interest, and a lot of questions about what Batman and I do when we go “garage-saleing” and “antique & thrift store shopping”. I’m sure we should establish some sort of house rule in regards to collecting, but I’ve always thought about it along the same lines as Ariana Grande: I see it. I like it. I want. I got it. 😊

This stuffed dog is a Puppy Surprise circa 2016. True, it’s not the original circa late 80s/early 90s that I grew up with, but it’s stool cool. I bought it because I used to have one, and it wasn’t too scuffed up. Plus, there was a baby pup inside! (Rare, since these are usually tend to get lost or swallowed by the couch). That was the whole appeal of this particular toy. Puppies hid inside the Velcro pouch so girls could play mommy, and, for more animal-lovers like me, there were MORE PUPPIES TO LOVE. 😊 😊 😊

I also have New Kids on the Block Danny Barbie Doll.

Oh yeah.

I used to play with them (I had Joey) but other than the missing shoes, look how great in shape Danny is! Hat in-tact, sweater in-tact; even his famous rat tail made it! I know this seems odd, but some people collect buttons and stamps and jars filled with figurines so this isn’t that lame. And if it is to you—whatever. I have cool toys 😊

What about you? What do you like to buy and/or collect? Anything that might seem odd to others but you enjoy it? TELL ME. Please!

Let’s be weird together. 😊