Yes, I’m *that* girl

       Occasionally as I’m scrolling through all the political rubbage on Facebook wall, there is occasionally someone who asks for book recommendations.  I do not think “normal people” understand how excited I get when this happens. Even my sweet husband got a rather comical look of alarm on his face the first time he witnessed this.  I get excited about my books the way some parents get about their kid’s sports pictures.  Perhaps I will be the same way once my kids get old enough for sports, but I’ll hold reservations on this…

So here’s the dilemma on this.  By recommending books, it’s almost a situation that makes me shy.  To me, I am revealing a lot about who I really am, and the books I choose to occupy my mind are like windows into that part of me.  When I read, I don’t have to answer to anyone for my choices.  I don’t have to be apologetic about reading YA Paranormal books where the chick is badass in a total Buffy way, and little After School Special like “Full House”.  I don’t have to be embarrassed for reading Anne Stuart, the amazing sex fueled Victorian pieces that tend to end up at the same destination, but with a different scenic route every time.  I can express my horror at the latest dystopian where technology has taken over humanity, or hide how I giggle at a psychic teenage goth boy talking to his arch nemesis who just happened to turn into a ghost (“Ghost and the Goth”, y’all, that’s where it’s at).

I find my self trying to play it safe, then half way through the already lengthy post I’m about to leave on a friend’s innocent post, I light that bitch up.  What good is it to read amazing books, get sucked into story after story, if there’s no one to talk to about it? If other’s can’t enjoy these worlds, too?  Maybe they will judge me.  Maybe they will hate my recommendations and never take book advice from me again.  But, just like knowing scientific facts, knowledge is best when it is shared.  They can either accept it, or reject it.

So, to my fellow book nerds, keep recommending.  Keep our favorite authors writing.  Allow your love of books to let other’s see into you, even the parts you didn’t set out to share with others.  Maybe it will open more doors for you.  And if they are truly a friend, they will recommend a good book back.

Bare with me!

So, yes, I know my posts are quite hectic.  They are messy and they are rushed, and it shows.

On any given day, I have approximately 5-7 minutes to write a post.  My husband, the wonderful, amazing creature that he is, seems to believe that this is enough time for me to write a perfectly perfect post, publish, AND lotion and clothes the little heathens after he has showered them in what I can only assume is a race for the world’s Fastest Showers in History.

Well, that’s my reasoning, or excuse, whatever you’d like to call it.  In the few minutes it took me to write this I have stopped 3 times because the one year old cannot go more than 1 unsupervised minutes without walking into door frames. I do mean that literally.  She is currently sporting a welt on her forehead and cheekbone.  Earlier, her brother convinced her it was okay to get on the bed, which she promptly rolled off of….over his legs….while trying to reach a hackey sack that was on the ground. So again, yes, I know these are scattered.  I know they may not even make sense at times.  But I’m trying.  I swear to you I am trying.  And I will get better if I have to be up at 3:30 am to proof read it all.

Alas, the creatures that live here are demanding food, and since it’s all cooked and ready on the table, I’m assuming they think that means it’s time to eat. Until next time, nerds.

Geeky Mom

Last night, as I was making a rather elaborate meal for  my husband and myself (homemade orange chicken….oh my Hades, it was wonderful) and I stumbled across a video by Mayim Bialik.  It was all about how she decided to be a geeky mom for her kids, and what that entails.  So I thought I may as well put this into my own perspective, write down the ways I intend to parent my children based off my childhood.

So here we go:

As a child, I was the youngest. Not only in my nucleus family, but in my larger family as well, until I was 9 years old and an older cousin had her first child.  My mother’s life did not happen at all the way she had envisioned it.  When she was still in college she married my brother’s father.  From the stories I’ve gleaned, there was quite a bit of conflict from day one, a lot of him drinking and sinking money into alcohol, gambling, and other women.  My mother quit college and got a job in retail, then had my brother. When he was just a few years old, his father left.  There are a few stories that go in this timeline here, but they are not my stories to tell, they are my mother’s.  Long story short, he left to be with another woman.  Along comes my dad, who sweep my mother off her feet, promising the world, as many womanizers do.  He was my father, but I have no delusions on who my daddy really was.  Not to sound repetitive here, but about the same thing happened.  Another layer to this was the abuse he doled out to my older brother.  Some call it parenting, I, and I’m sure my brother, call it abuse and preferential treatment.  I grew up with a father who attempted time and again to tell me that I was “better” than my brother.  Suffice it to say, my brother was quite angry with me for many years. Since growing up, we’ve both been able to recognize where our emotions really came from and have been able to move on.

That’s a quick synopsis of my childhood. This isn’t the happy times, the times we really felt like a family, the times mom made us homemade meals nightly and made us brush our teeth, or when our grandparents took us on vacation every year and taught us our work ethics on the farm or in the automobile shops.  It’s not the family game nights or the Christmas puzzles we did together. But it is the reasoning for so many of my choices as an adult.

Here’s how I would like to raise my children in the ways of the Geek…

  1. I want to read more to them.  I mean, we read.  And I definitely read.  But it’s always been more of a solitary endeavor, so realizing that the kids need me to read to them as well was actually a bit of a shock to me.  I don’t know why.  It’s not like kids are born knowing how to read, or even born loving books and knowledge.  This is learned behavior, and I am just the person to teach it to them.
  2. I’m going to remember to put down the whisk, or the spatula, or the broom, and play.  When my son runs into the room singing the latest version of the Five Nights At Freddy’s song at the top of the lungs and so quickly I can’t even catch the lyrics, I’m going to dance with him, and swing him around, and sing along if I can.  I’m NOT going to shush him and tell him to go to his room.
  3. We are going to be an outdoors family.  I mean, we already are, what with running a farm, you kind of have to be….but we are going to intentionally take our sword fights outside, and we are going to picnic, and swim, and build outdoor forts, quit possibly for some sort of dual or fight for kingdoms
  4. I’m going to show them all my nerdy shows I watched in high school but hid from even my closest of friends.  Buffy, Sabrina, Star Wars, Star Trek, Transformers…..we are going to learn it all, read it all, and watch it all.  Then we are going to discuss it all, because it all has amazing life messages intertwined with really horrible graphics and witty one liners. But more importantly, I’m going to show them that there is nothing wrong with being a nerd, or a geek.
  5. I’m going to let them choose. If they want superhero stuff, by god that’s what there will be! If they want Princess stuff (even that pink, frilly stuff, and not a combat boot in sight) then I’ll so it all with a smile.  Name a theme and they will have it (for example, my 3 year old was Bonnie the Bunny for Halloween..creepiest fucking thing I’ve ever made).  I will never shame them for their likes or preferences. I know what that’s like and no child should ever feel that way.

 

Well the heathens are yelling so that’s all the time we have tonight.

“Ghost Bird”, to be continued…

From the very beginning, you need to realize that this series is not done.  The author, C. L. Stone, apparently has so many more adventures for our favorite characters to go on.  This series has gotten it’s hook in me, and I just can’t seem to shake it.  Though at times I roll my eyes, and at times it’s a bit juvenile, you must remember that I am a 31 year old lady with two small children, so to say that there are parts of me that I have forgotten as a teenager would be a rather obvious statement.  Quite frankly, I am envious of the authors who seem to nail exactly what it was like during that incredibly delicate and turbulent time that we’ve all experienced.  I’ve tried and tried and my protagonists just end up sounding snotty, or just too damn good and rational to be real.

So our story begins with a mousy little girl named Sang.  Through out the series, many make fun of this name, and other’s revere it.  There are some people, when you here their names, you look at them and think, “nope”.  Then there are other’s that you can smile and say, “That’s perfect”.  Sang, is somewhere in the middle.  For such a long time, she isn’t much of anything.  But being in the neutral middle ground, she almost becomes like smoke solidified. This entire series is interesting to me, in the sense that the main character shows so many signs and symptoms of being abused.  For years. To the point that she doesn’t even see how it has effected her and the relationships she refuses to forge with people around her. It also adds an interesting dynamic to the many relationships she ends up making with her new group.  I hesitate to call them her “saviors”, or “rescuers”, because she did quite a lot of rescuing of herself, even if she didn’t realize it at the time.

Sang is a 15/16 year old teenager who has been shackled to her home for a significant portion of her life.  Her sister, an absolute total twat, has also been kept at home, but likes to pretend Sang is invisible.  But to be fair, Sang tries to be invisible.  Life is simpler for her to haunt through her own life, drifting quietly from one situation to the next.  Sang seems to have learned from a young age that to be noticed, is to be punished.  A few times in the first couple of books, Sang is punished for things she either a) didn’t do, or b) had no control over.  When we are speaking punishments, we are not talking about being struck, or belted, as bad as those are.  No, we are talking about kneeling on rice or frozen peas, for HOURS.  Silently.  Most people would assume this is being done by the father, but they would be wrong.  These punishments are doled out by the evil mother, the woman who runs the house from her sick bed, while the father is off at “work”.

Sang has caught the attention of  group of boys. Not because she looks hot, although they all seem quite enamored from the beginning, but because they recognize the lost look to this girl.  I believe, even with out realizing it, Sang recognizes it in them, as well.  As she meets one boy after the other, all with in three years of her age, she gets sucked in further and further in their lives, only to realize that their lives are not normal.  Sweet, naïve Sang, so trusting of the boys, doesn’t know what “normal” looks like.  She’s never even had close friends or a functioning family, so when her new friends expect her to run screaming, then look at her in incredulity when she shrugs her shoulders and asks what for supper, she then becomes confused.  One thing I always find interesting about Sang is that she is rarely smug about how she amazed the boys.  Instead, she tends to spend hours with internal reflection, wondering why she doesn’t react the way they expected.  Is she broken? Should she fake the reaction and just make them think she was faking before? IS this the way normal girls would react? She continues to doubt everything about herself, continuously, even when these beautiful boys who have promised to always be by her side tell her she is unique and perfect.

As well as not knowing how to react in social situations, which are usual indications of Asperger’s, but in this situation has more to do with being completely isolated from peers and loving human contact, Sang does not know how to have any physical contact with others. Even the most simple of touches, during normal conversation, innocent hugging between best friends, is new territory for her.  Her entire life, all she has know is the touch of force.  Her mother forcing her to her knees on piles of rice, her sister biting her when they were younger….not once has she been hugged for a job well done or patted on the shoulder for being a good kid.  So when this very close knit group of boys, who have faced many dangerous situations together and therefore know very few boundaries with each other, treat her like one of the team, Sang further realizes how far from normal she is.  For a good portion of the existing series, Sang is tense, her stomach in knots, thinking of how to react if one of them reaches for her hand.  She immediately stops talking if they hug her.  She has to mentally talk herself into smiling if they even stand too close, which happens more times than it doesn’t.  As the series progresses, she begins to become more relaxed around the small physical signs of affection.  At times, she is even the first to reach for their hands. As time progresses, she even finds herself craving their closeness, which starts a whole new internal battle of “Is This Normal?” for her.  But overall, this small wisp of a girl, a warrior and a badass in her own right, still flinches when people move too quickly around her, and at time breaks down when other peers reach out for her.

Back to the kneeling, when upset, and feeling like the boys are upset by her, Sang reverts back to what she knows.  During one argument, Sang begins to get overwhelmed, feeling guilt over things she had no control over, boys are yelling all around her, one even yelling at her (he had feared for her safety and misdirected his angry voice), and down she went.  She knelt before them, in a completely submissive position.  What did the boys do? A lot of men could see this as a girl who just needed a strong man to take care of her.  A lot of men would look to take advantage of her in her vulnerable state.  Frankly, I was terrified for this character when this story began because I feared this was the story I was reading.  But I was so wrong.  Instead of telling Sang to get up, or taking advantage of her submissive position, these incredible boys, teenagers, dropped to her side, figuratively.  They blamed each other and they blamed themselves, but they all got to her level, and they helped her back up to theirs.  They made her aware, every second that they could, that she was an equal.  That she was worthy of, not them, but more than them, and more than they could ever give her.

This series has already gone through many ups and down, many believable and unbelievable plot twists, but always, at the heart of it, the love that’s in this book is tangible.  Whether it be siblings, lovers, or for society as a whole, there is so much to feel good about in this book, as well as in the series also by this author, “Scarab Beetle”.  IF you are interested in psychology, even as just a healthy past time, this book can give your brain plenty to chew on.  So many characters and characteristics to take out, turn in your head and look at from new angles.  I cannot wait to see what the author has in store for the next books.

 

*Obviously this is just a slight skimming of the main character.  We cannot go into deep  detail without some major Spoilers happening. Though no one is reading this blog now, if it is even stumbled on in the future, I’d like to let you discover all the wonderful developments that happen in this series.  It’s one of my favorites, and I hope you enjoy it as well.

As it sits now, we have books 1-10 in the Ghost Bird series and books 1-5 in the Scarab Beetle series.  We are anxiously awaiting the late release of book #11 “Black and Green”, of the Ghost Bird series…

Literacy rules

All day , every day, it seems we have someone else’s agendas shoved down our throats.  Someone else’s religion, another person’s politics, then this person butts in with their Just Cause…..it’s exhausting and I can’t even keep up with what my family believes in anymore, let alone what all my “friends” believe.

So to escape, there are books.  So many books, and as a parent of two under 4, there certainly is not enough time to flip through them all.  So to say that I have a strict vetting system is to be quite obvious.  They can’t cost too much, because apparently we have bills to pay, or whatever. They can’t be too juvenile, because I am 31 now and some of the teenage whining is just too much, even for me.  They can’t have trolls.  I don’t know what it is, but something about trolls just seems like a cop out to me.  It’s way too childish.  Yes, I read about vampires, werewolves, and Fae.  A witch or two. Dystopian, even .  But nope, the only author I allowed to have trolls was Chanda Hahn, and that’s simply because she had me hook, line, and sinker long before she brought out the troll. I mean Jerad? Come on, he was pretty great.

So anyway, I figured if I could be of no other use at the moment, I could help with some book selections.  As per my previous post, I obviously love the Throne of Glass collection.  It’s a series I can read over and over when I’m in the mood for serious sass, daggers, and magic.  It’s quite an extensive read, so I need time to dedicate to it, which usually means I have a few weeks between anticipated book releases.

“Ghost Bird” and “Scarab Beetle” are a couple other series I can re-read time and again. However, for these, I have to have a little more time, as they are more like Halloween candy.  I can race through them like water and it becomes ALL. I. Think. About.  Unfortunately, I’ve hit a wall on both these series as we are waiting for the next book in both.  Warning, if the thought of polyamorous relationships makes your stomach turn, best to steer clear of these books. But I’m telling you, you’re missing out on a lot of cute, and a whole lot of feel goods and “Oh holy gargoyles, what the fresh hell is this?” exclamations.

There are a few books I’ve tried here and there that just don’t grab me.  I try to wait it out, I wait for the plot, or the characters to gain some layers, or possibly even an interesting beheading.  Sometimes it doesn’t happen, and happily sometimes it does.  The book I am currently reading is called “Jewel”, by Amy Ewing.  I’ve not made it far into the book yet, but like so many like it, entering I felt a little lost. Every character knows what’s going on, but I’ve arrived late to the party and don’t quite know any one yet.  However, the book is one of the rare ones that flows very easily.  We get a good insight  on the main character without it reading like a bio. So far, the premise is that the main character, Violet, has tested positive when she hit puberty for a gene that allows her to bear children.  Her and her family are dirt poor, and live on the edges of the actual society.  There are separate rings to this world, and the inner most are the celebrities.  For whatever reason, the celebrities cannot bear their own children, so they take girls from the poor rings and force them to have their children for them.  So for the past 4 year, Violet, now only known as 197 during the auction for the uber rich folk, has been learning how to harness certain abilities. So far all I’ve been able to glean about these abilities is that these kids are able to manipulate objects.  Such as, changing the shape, color, etc.  She’s been fed, clothed, taught, but also taken completely from her family, only to get to visit them one more time before auction, and I’m assuming to never see them again.  I’m apprehensive on where the story will go from here.  Even after all that has happened to her and her family, Violet is naïve and extremely trusting of those who are carting her away from her family and selling her like cattle to breed for rich folks.  Maybe I’m being overly cynical in my old age, or maybe I don’t want to waste time on another book that’s only going to make me wish the pages would fly by faster.  I guess time will tell.

The Day of Ugh

So, I had a whole post made up earlier.  It was political.  It was witty.  It was heart wrenching.  In essence, it was truly a masterpiece.  And then my stupid computer froze on me and I had no choice but to force shut down the tab. Sooo, yeeeahhh…..

So instead of the entire rant I had going about how ignorant my own community is when it comes to women’s rights and what that actually entails, I think I will go into a more zen area for me. And by Zen, I mean passion. And by area, I mean universe.

The universe of books!!

I believe the first book series I want to write about is the Throne of Glass series.

I actually got the first book of the series for maybe $2.99 on iBooks.  I was actually very reluctant to read it.  Right after my son, my eldest, was born, there was a period of maybe two or three months where he would sleep like the dead.  He never did the whole “wake up 15 times a night” thing.  Once he went down, he was out for the night.  So as a happy consequence of that, I had a lot of alone time to myself at night. My husband is a pipefitter and spends many, many months on the road, so alone time is not unheard of for me.

So anyway, I went through books like water.  It was during this time that I discovered the Mortal Instruments books, “The Catastrophic Story of You and Me”, anything Anne Stuart, and also, Sarah J Maas.

When reading the very beginning of the first book (not the novellas, I found those much later), I was quite annoyed.  This chick, man. She was cocky as hell, just so sure she could kill everyone around her, while shackled and malnourished. They were all armed. They manhandled her like a child, and SHE truly believed she had one over on them? Psh, please.  I did NOT want to read yet another book with a protagonist who felt way more superior than they had any right to.  I mean, that shit had to be earned, and she so has not deserved it.  She had been captured for the love of gods!! What kind of badass would get captured and STILL think they’re a badass, unless they’re delusional or just plain stupid.

Then, oh and then. This goddamn yellow-tressed, mouthy as hell superstar Did Her Thang.  She trained so hard she puked. Daily.  She sparred with men three times her size and she walked away laughing, even if inside she was in so much pain she could barely breathe.  She flitted around so much and in such an intelligent way that the damn King’s son, the damn Prince of Ardalon, trusts her to roam around and spend free time with him. In fact he requests it, much to the chagrin of his bestie and PIC Chaol.  And oh, Chaol. Just as transparent as damn cellophane.  And sometimes just as bright. But loyalty, thy name is Chaol, because through every twist and turn and strange occurrence, Chaol is as loyal as a Labrador.

So she wins this competition, right? The King, whom it is later reveled is the reason our great warrior princess is an orphan, needs a “Champion”.  The reasons for this is sketchy at best, but Celeana needs to stay free from the camp she was just bounced from, by none other than the Prince.  It was a big loud, FUCK YOU to his daddy.  Celeana Sardothian.  The Ardalon Assassin.  Known far and wide for getting the mark and keeping it clean. No one even knew she was a girl.  They all assumed she was a boy.

So in the midst of this very fucked up competition, so many secrets are reveled and even more are hinted at.  AT this point, we don’t know who we can trust, who we can love and if most of the people involved even know what the actual fuck is going on.  It turns out, they don’t.  Not one of them knows anything.  There’s foreign princesses and some creature called a Vlag and dead royalty coming back to pave the path for the future and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CELEANA SARDOTHIAN IS FAE AND QUEEN OF A GODDAMN KINGDOM!

Then, then, then,….we meet Rowan. Celeana is hurt. She has been betrayed.  She is so fucking fragile she can’t even breathe without feeling like she is going to break. In comes this massive, gorgeous, dangerous as hell Fae warrior.  He’s so lethal and edgy and angry and just, empty.  He’s been through some shit and her shit ain’t mixing right with his.  They clash more than polka dots and stripes.  They are mixing like oil and water, or quite possibly like fire and ice.  Their elements they control are on total ends of the spectrum and it shows in the way they interact. Except….nope.  Except, maybe…..nope. Oh, look, now they are punching each other. Oh, shit, he just bit her! Wait, did he say he wouldn’t have if he thought she really was taken by another male? Was that just a lesson in Fae customs, or had he actually been thinking about her relationship status?

Then comes more snark, and Chaol’s world crumbles further because he JUST CANT PICK A DAMN SIDE, and Dorian, our wonderful Prince hiding  a magical power of ice, becomes inthralled by a Vlag . And then there’s a damn Crochen witch that we readers just look at like, “Who duh fuck is this? What the hell is she doing in this story? Oh, she’s just here to be yet more evil in a hopeless situation. Cool, got it”

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!  This damn witch then starts pulling on our heartstrings! She’s all, “Blood and virgins! Blood of the innocent! We are all about pain and sex, blah blah blah” Then suddenly she’s like, “Wait, that’s a poor defenseless creature, about to be killed by my giant creature I chose as my own warrior steed because he strutted like a damn peacock. Oh hell’s bells the smaller creature saved my life, so I must save it! Aaaaand now the tiny bait creature is mine as punishment and OH HOLY HELL IT’S SMELLING FLOWERS INSTEAD OF KILLING TO EAT”. The best bit is, we know from that point, she loves him, and he loves her.  And for whatever reason, we like that for this bloodthirsty little witch.

Wait, what have we here. Celeana and Rowan….working together? Yeah it lasts for a whole minute, but it was there! It happened! We saw it!!!

So if you’ve made it this far and still know what I’m talking about, you’ve obviously already read the books.  If you haven’t, you really should.

I want to take a minute to discuss this whole “Mate” situation.  I cannot be the only one who thought from the beginning that Celeana and Rowan were mates.  I didn’t know how, I didn’t know if it would ever come to fruition, but I just knew they had to be.  Maybe Mala granted it, or maybe because she was from such a strong family line on both sides it would overcome the first “mating”. It was obvious they would be carramon.  But with carramon, they just have to be mates, too, right? That makes the most sense!

Of course later we learn about that bitch Maeve and how she tampered with the mating bond on all involved, including the poor innocent girl that was killed simply because she was in the wrong spot at the wrong time. Our hearts break with Rowan as he constantly fights with himself and basically self-flagellates because he thinks he is betraying the love of his soul, only to find out she was never the one for him.  It was always going to be the Queen, and though he knew he was just Maeves pawn, this took it to a whole new level when she paired him specifically with Celeana. But just for a moment, let’s talk about the absolute power it took to break and create a new bond like that.  That bitch is a hideous monster, but we keep hearing about how old she is and how she uses these others that are bonded to her to do her dirty work.  WE think of something like that as lazy, getting complacent, not as powerful as they once were, getting old and frailer. But I mean, this bitch tampered with universal powers. It terrifying to think of what’s to come. What will happen once she gets Aelin to her home base, locked in a box full of iron. Our only hope is that Maeve underestimates the power of the true bond, the carramon, and all around real love that Rowan and Aelin share.  As well as the power of familial bonds, friendship bonds…..it’s all coming to a head and I just don’t think Maeve stayed in touch with the rest of the world to know what she really is up against.  She’s so use to controlling and manipulating that once the realm of the known for her is gone, she’s going to have to rely on nothing but her power and the few she has left bonded to her.  She doesn’t remember what having real family is like, what mate bonds are like.  To her it’s all so superficial and nothing to fear. But really, it’s what everyone should fear messing with. And I for one cannot wait to watch Maeve fail. That bitch got to go. Oh, and the Vlag, too, of course.

The beginning of quite possibly the End

Well, here we are.. It’s the year 2017 and I have finally joined the world wide web.  I’m still not quite sure what I can contribute to society as a whole with any thought that enters my head.  Though the thoughts are mine alone, I’m not sure that they are unique in any way to those already out there.  Perhaps I’m just possibly giving a voice to the thoughts that run through this mind.  Maybe someone out there needs help expressing their own thoughts that are similar to mine

I don’t know.  I kind of figure we are all just wandering around, a little aimlessly, some more so than others, mayhaps we can bump into each other and share some ideas.  Have some titillating conversations.  Share knowledge and wisdom.  See things from perspectives that rivals our own.

Any who, that was kind of a downer.  I started this mostly because my husband planted the seed into my brain.  Why couldn’t I do this? As an outlet.  As another vehicle for creativity? Just maybe it will help my writing.  Or give me a network.  Or maybe no one will ever discover this and it will be my quiet corner.

Just in case someone does stumble across this, I should forewarn you that my ramblings can be over quite a few different areas.  Because of my degrees in science I’m quite passionate about hot topics like climate change, vaccines, new cancer research, diabetes, and the like.

I also have quite a stake in feminism.  Not because I’m a woman, but because I like to think I’m a decent human being.

I am a farm girl, so while I’m all about keeping animals safe and happy, I’m also usually not on the same side as PETA as most people have never visited a family farm and therefore have no idea what they are talking about.  That being said, I am not a fan of corporate farming practices.  The only thing they have going for them is that they do feed the masses.

I have grown up to be way more political than I ever thought I would be. I grew up in a time when things weren’t horrible.  My first election I remember was Clinton, and I also remember the upswing in the economy, as well as the impeachment.  But there was still a sense of everything just being good.  Now, it seems to all be messed up and I just don’t even know any more.

Lastly, I am a geek.  I am a nerd.  I grew up when people like me and my friends were made fun of in Hollywood movies.  We were fortunate enough that we are from a very small town, so no one really cared.  We were too small for actual cliques and crazy bullying.  We just straight up didn’t allow it to happen around us and since we had all grown up together, we stuck together.  But had I gone to a bigger school, I would’ve been at the bottom of the totem pole.  Star Wars, Star Trek (the movies and multiple tv shows), Quantum Leap, videos games, computer programming (just basics, calm down), that was our jam. Sure we partied occasionally, some more than others, but we also spent more time playing PlayStation and Sega, or even watching the latest Disney or Pixar movie.  Yeah, we were those geeks.  Geeks who grew up to be scientists, welders, pipefitters, teachers, firefighters…covered in tattoos and piercings.

So to be frank, this blog is going to be quite the meshing of so many thoughts, some may even end up being contradictory.  We all have so many facets to ourselves that sometimes they just don’t quite get along.

Lastly, I am a reader.  Through and through.  I read everything I can get my hands on and I am a die hard perfectionist when it comes to all these other little universes created.  For example, Harry Potter.  Die hard fan.  So in love with the books that my husband and I once spent an 8 hour road trip debating Harry Potter politics. I’m not the biggest fan of the movies, because SO MUCH pertinent information was left at the road side.  But yes, I still own them. Regular and Blu-Ray.  “Mortal Instruments”…again, love the books, even if Clary is so frustratingly clueless at times. But the movie? I mean, yeah I own it. But it’s at the back of my dvd collection hidden like men hide the porn they are ashamed to let anyone know they enjoy (lets be fair, women have weird sexual quirks too). The tv show I have to use it as background noise because it hurts my eyes to watch.  The acting is so atrocious and the plot line? Who the hell thought any of these changes were GOOD changes? <sigh> In case you’re lost, I tend to go off on tangents quite frequently.  I do it in real life, too, but it’s easier to stop when you can actually see people’s eye glaze over.  On a screen it’s so much harder to gauge.

Well, I guess that wraps us up for the day. My husband has taken the youngest heathen outside to keep her from pulling on me while I typed, and the oldest heathen is finished with his school work and has snuck the ipad for Tiny Toons cartoons. It’s now officially time to be a Momma again.