The Day We All See Red

I know it’s a day late, but hush up!  I have things I want to say, and I was too busy yesterday to say them.  For little children, the possible meaning of Valentine’s Day is lost on them in their innocence.  They see the candy and immediately associate it to a day like Halloween.  Then comes the actual valentines you can give out.  They cut haphazard designs and give them to their teachers, parents, or even their siblings.

As they mature, they start to realize that Valentine’s Day is not meant for family, but for your romantic relationships (if any).  Now, I’ve always been single for Valentine’s Day.  I was homeschooled, so I never had a beau growing up.  I made valentines for my siblings and candy bags with my sister for every other person in the family.

When I got into high school and went to my technical school, there was one guy I kind of had my eyes on, and so when the appropriate time came, I made him a valentine.  He thanked me for it and politely told me that he was not interested in having a relationship in that moment and that he just wanted to be friends with me.  I was fine with that.  Fast forward to a couple of years later; I had watched my older sister have a relationship with a wimp, break up with him, and then go through the anxiety of ‘did I do the right thing?’ afterward.  It drove me nuts!  Why get into a relationship if this was going to happen and you were going to degrade into a babbling creature in sweatpants and a jar of peanut butter?!  Needless to say, I started working in reception for my doctor and I had two other jobs, so I was like, “I’m too busy to have a boyfriend, so, I won’t!”  Easy solution, right?  Except for the guys who would always ask to only work with me and say those oh so nice things about me.  Which is all well and good, but, they got predictable after a while.

Now, I’m here.  I’m almost twenty-three years old, I’m going to school/working in what I want to do, and I have met a man who interests me.  He actually send me a dozen red roses yesterday.  I found them on a table in my house after I went to a physical after school.  I liked that instead of sending me a blown out bouquet, I got a simple one with a lot of meaning.  It made me smile and I placed them in their vase and on my desk.  Of course, now I will probably have to explain to my dad where the flowers came from.  Sh*t!  But otherwise, I truly did enjoy my gift, and our ‘actual’ Valentine’s Day will be this weekend.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Guess Who’s Going… :)

I know I mentioned this band in a post last year and how wonderful their historical songs were.  Well, they’re on tour right now, and they’ll be in Philadelphia in March, just in time for my birthday!  My younger brother and I said we wanted to go see them, but when no plans were made, I honestly thought that nothing was going to come of it, and just settled to take my actual birth day off from work (school will be on spring break during that week, so that was already covered).

Last week, my brother suddenly calls me into his room and says, “I want to get our tickets and hotel room for Sabaton in March.”  I was stunned.

“I thought we weren’t doing that,” I said.

“We’re not missing them being so close to us,” my brother said and got on their website.  We found the cheapest tickets and he purchased both of them with an, “Happy early Birthday.”  We then looked up our hotel, which is about 7-10 minutes away from the venue where the concert is being held.  Once he got that, I marked it in my calendar.  He then said, “Oooh!  We’re on the border of Jersey.  We can visit our friend.”  He rang him up, asked him for his address and told him to keep his calendar for March 7th open.  So, we have a trip planned in early of March for a concert and to see our buddy.  It will be an early birthday present, and we can say hi to our friend, whom we haven’t seen we went to Cedar Point last summer.  Needless to say, I’m very excited!

And on that note, it’s been real!

Let It Snow! Not…

I actually did not know about the weather, or at least how bad it was going to be until night time, so when everyone was talking about not dying, I was all for that.  I went to sleep last night, but set my alarm for 6:00 like I always do.  When it went off, I checked my phone and saw that my teacher was not coming in to class today because of the snow and the ice underneath the snow.  I was more than happy to go back to sleep until after 9:00.  Then, I got summoned outside to shovel the very heavy snow on our driveway.

But, the good news was that school was basically cancelled for everyone today, and my two siblings are just chilling.  They’re playing a computer game together and I am doing this blog post.  It’s been so long.  My school is still driving me crazy, my dentist has been needing me to cover for other assistants, and life in general just continues to throw curve balls at me.  Yay!

I can’t do much more of this snow and cold though.  It’s such a pain in the *ss to start my car fifteen minutes before I actually leave and scraping the snow off my windshields.  Bundling up and still managing to get cold.  It’s a beautiful thing to live in the northern states of America (not).  I want to go south!

And on that note, it’s been real!

Texting Trauma

Now, everyone has those people in their lives, who insist on having everything spelled correctly, even in texts.  No words can be shortened, no abbreviations that aren’t accepted in the unknown Guide to Abbreviations, no short cuts of any kind.  In fact, the only word they might accept is ‘ok’.  Otherwise, everything must be as if you’re writing an essay.  I’m one of those people.

I mentioned several posts ago (still in 2017) that I met a guy and we’re basically in a relationship that this point.  We text each other every day and see each other every weekend.  Anyway, he doesn’t always take the time to spell things out or check to make sure the spelling is even correct.  He’ll send me texts that are not grammatically correct, and I will text him back to correct him.

Sometimes, he says after he presses ‘send’, he’ll realize that something wasn’t right a few seconds before I correct him.  It’s funny and I always find it amusing when he tells me that.  I don’t just fix his grammar and sentence structure, I’ll do it to members of my family as well.  Come on!  Everyone family and group of friends has that person!  Hey, any flagrant ill use of the King’s English is punishable by death in my house.  Speak proper or don’t speak at all.

And on that note, it’s been real!

My Busy Just Got Busier

I find myself apologizing again to my readers for not writing.  First, I accidentally posted something on Sunday when I meant to schedule it for Monday.  Oops, my bad!  Then, Monday was school and then I went in early to the office.  We were busy from the moment I got there to the moment we closed.  The same thing basically happened on Tuesday as well.  It was a little bit crazier though.  We saw a patient from hygiene, and that put us behind by a little, then two patients later was about 25 minutes late and we still saw him (which pissed me off), and then we were behind the rest of the night.

This morning, class was off the walls as people talked about random sh*t, my teacher disappearing when being summoned by my other teacher, and an awards ceremony (that always annoys me and is a waste of time).  Needless to say, not a lot of stuff got done, and now I have a mere two hours to do stuff before I have to go to work at the restaurant this evening.  Ugh!  Too much!  It’s too much!  [Please come back later ——– Mental breakdown imminent ——– Holding ——–]

And on that note, it’s been real!

Don’t Throw the Gauntlet… Smack Em’ with It

So… some pretty stupid people crossed my path over the holidays and at school when I returned.  As per usual, it was equal parts amusing and annoying.  The Wednesday before Christmas wasn’t atrocious, but Friday and Saturday were a little crazy.  There seemed to be quite a few large, walk-in parties.  Nobody could be bothered to pick up the phone and check to see if we had room.

Oh, well!  I went on a wait, which I always start out a little high on just so I can gauge how long people will stay and camp out.  And of course, everybody and their mother (literally) has a problem with that.  It was getting late and I saw many parties walk in and ask for larger tables, or for tables to be pushed together in order to accommodate them.  Sometimes I could do that if the tables were in the same section, but I hated confusing the servers if the tables weren’t together.  Anyway, I filled up and went on my wait.  Close to 8:00 (and I was still buys), four people walked in: a middle-aged woman, two younger girls, and a younger man.  They asked me for a table and I told them what the wait was.  The middle-aged woman started giving me reasons why they needed a table… something about baking all day and being hungry, yada, yada, yada.  I repeated what the wait was.

Then, one of the girls asked, “What about that table next to you?”  This little table can be a part of my table where I work, but by itself, it’s a little two top.

“That’s a two top,” I said, stating the obvious.  The middle-aged woman then turned her beady eyes on my table.

“Can’t we join that and sit there?  I mean… do you need it?”  I looked down at my little, itty, bitty work station, which was covered in menus, special sheets, seating chart, and wait list.  It was literally covered in things and she wanted me to remove and find a magical place to put my stuff.  I glanced up at her, my face

Demigods – Modern Day Norse

Demigods

This is me working on getting my screenplay out there so I can hopefully get it seen by producers.  This is the screenplay I wrote for the New York Film Academy when I was taking their TV Pilot course.  I’ll give you guys a little preview and explanation.

The show is supposed to be about the three children of Loki from Norse mythology: Fenrir, the Hell Hound; Jormungandr, the Midgard Serpent; and Hel, the Goddess of Death.  However, they are 21st century people who are called Finn Wolfe, Jace Fang, and Hero Spectre.  They are all orphans, taken in by different families, with no idea they have actual siblings.  However, a meet up during a bank robbery reveals more than they bargained for.  Not only do they tip off Odin as to their existence, but they also manage to unwittingly free Loki from his bonds and imprisonment.

Now, they have Asgard breathing down their neck, more specifically, the All-Mother, Frigg.  She has a bone to pick with the offspring of Loki for what happened to her own son, Baldur.  Now, the children of Loki find themselves teaming up in a company called Fang & Wolfe Investigations.  Together, they use their gifts to solve cases in the modern world, while also covering up the presence of the Nine Realms from the mortals.  All the aid of their ever-capable, secretive, and witty assistant, Andre Dante.

I came up with the idea for my class and my teacher and fellow classmates ate it up.  I had so much fun writing it too.  The characters were fascinating, and I’ll take some time to describe them to you.

Finn Wolfe (Fenrir) is the eldest child, the son of Loki and Angriboda of Jotunheim.  His powers include incredible strength, high frequency hearing, acute sense of smell, and even claws and fangs when thoroughly roused.  His eyes turn yellow whenever he uses his powers.  He has a dark past and does his best to control his temper in order to not kill people.  Finn has the loyalty of a dog, but it takes a while to earn his trust.  Once you have it, the power of the wolf is yours.

Jace Fang (Jormungandr) is the second son, the issue of Loki and Sigyn of Asgard.  His abilities are hypnosis with his red eyes, speed, and fangs with poison when he is at his peak.  Jace Fang is a suave, debonair character with a list of women as long as he is.  He has moments where he doubts his own worth, but usually hides it beneath a layer of designer clothing and a sharp retort.  Underneath all those suits and fancy quips, is a young man wondering where his place in the world is.  But, if somebody helps him find it, he’ll be your friend for life.

Hero Spectre (Hel) is the youngest, the only daughter of Loki and Lady Mortis of Niffleheim, the mother of Grendel.  Her capabilities allow her to control people through black whips from her fingers called ‘soul tendrils’.  They allow her to physically grab a person or thing, or to take control of them.  Her eyes go black whenever she does this.  Hero is the politician; the ‘ends justify the means’ and ‘I always get what I want’.  However, she lacks companionship, being an ‘only child’ in her adoptive family.  Hero latches onto the concept of siblings and is immediately possessive of Finn and Jace.  Want them, you’ll have to go through her.

Andre Dante is not the type of assistant that fetches your coffee and gets your doughnuts.  He’s the special kind of assistant who gives you all the dirt on whatever case you’re working, or whatever target you have in mind.  Cambridge educated, ex-British Special Forces, and so much more.  Andre Dante is the slick, sarcastic, highly trained person, who also acts as the siblings sounding board.  He listens to all of them like a true confidante, and even parents them a little when they get into trouble.  The assistant is there to serve his employers, and you mess with them, you mess with him.

And there you have it!  I was so excited when I created these characters and the story.  The plots that are still spinning around in my head are aching to get out and be seen by others.  I am hoping (and trying) to get it out there, but in the mean time, I’d better get to writing the next couple of episodes.  😉

And on that note, it’s been real!