I Blame it on Big Lots

*Originally written on 11/18*

I had gone to get some air fresher since it was close to the place where I would be buying my lunch. It didn’t open until 11 and as I checked my phone I had. Noticed that I still had quite a bit of time to waste while waiting for it to open. Perusing the aisles I scoffed as silent night played over the speakers, it wasn’t even thanksgiving and Christmas songs were playing. In my head thanksgiving was beginning to become the forgotten holiday. It saddened me as I have always enjoyed thanksgiving and always dreaded Christmas.


Looking around the store I couldn’t help but think of ideas for Christmas presents. When I got to the section with the decorations I thought about how I wished I could put up a Christmas tree and perhaps some stockings, maybe hang up some lights. It wasn’t until I was searching the children’s section and casually thought that when I had a child I would get it a Mr. Potato head and one of those rugs with the map on it because every child should have one. This brought me to an abrupt stop. What the hell was wrong with me? Why would I think something like that? I am scared of children, find them quite annoying actually. I then remember my thoughts earlier about Christmas. I abhorred Christmas, why would I ever think something like that. I then took a look at my behavior over the past year.


I have not been a thing like myself. I thought of Halloween and my disappointment at not having anyone come to our door. I have also discussed with Jeff the names of our future children and have said out loud that I had wanted kids. What in the deepest of the pacific was this?


Was I infected? Did I have some disease? Should I warn others? What the hell do I do? I just stood there trying not to have a panic attack as this revelation washed over me.


I don’t know how long I stood there in the toy aisle staring off into space thinking about this past year and what I have been doing, but I eventually came to my senses paid for my purchases and left that dreadfully awful store and just blamed everything on Big Lots. It was easier to do


Music Mondays: Better Dig Two By: The Band Perry

I am so in Love with this song, took me a while (surprisingly) to track down who sung it and what the name of the song was but since that day in the car while I was driving home from work and it came on, I fell in love


This song not only features Electric Guitars and Banjos, but Mandolins and Fiddles (FIDDLES!) as well.

Kimberly Perry does an extraordinary job on Vocals and although the lyrics for the song is just a bit creepy I can’t help but sing along when it plays.

This Album when it finally does get released with definitely be on my “To look out for” List

Girls Night in!

It’s that time again, Tuesday!

Girls night in and we have a very special one… THE PROM EDITION!

We watched one of our my favorite movies. Romy and Michele”s High school reunion.

I decided to wear a very special dress (on sale at Ross) So special in fact that I have decided to post a picture.


The Movie was entirely entertaining and I loved it. Apparently I am Michele and I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. We also came to the conclusion that Vincent Ventresca who plays Billy in the movie is a butherface, (or should it be buthisface?) I find Alan Cummings slightly attractive and 90’s hair, make up and clothing was hilarious.

There was quite a bit of conversation going on as we watched the movie, but it was all mundane and to be honest I don’t remember much of it. Most of it I think was just comparing each other to the characters in the movie, singing the wonderful soundtrack with the move and me yelling at my fiance for not taking me high school prom.

Our drink was Mike’s Hard Pink Lemonade. It was okay but very much reminded me of fun times.

We ate pizza as our prom food and I had WAY too many slices of it.

Overall Tonight was fun and much needed. I really can’t wait for the next girls night and so as I am so tired I shall leave you with a lovely picture of ArtsCollide and myself

Music Mondays: Patience by Guns n’ Roses

To be quite honest I had wanted to start this a while ago I just never had the right song to start.

I said screw it I’ll find something to post it really shouldn’t be that hard.

I just couldn’t find the perfect song. Should it be something that goes with my mood? Something classical? Popular?

I just didn’t know what to do or what song to use, and I had continued with no idea until today when it just hit me!

Patience by: Guns n’ Roses

And to be honest I have no idea why it’s so perfect but it is.

The opening whistling is something I can listen to all day. With the acoustic guitars (I scream in glee over this) and Axl’s surprisingly soulful voice I can easily get lost in the song. Off of the band’s album G N’ R Lies I suggest that everyone take a listen and appreciate the power ballad for what it is…


I read!?

Most people don’t know this but I read. A lot. It is somewhat hard to get me interested, but when I am I won’t put the book down until I’m done.

Most of the time I forget to eat, shower, and sometimes will forgo the sleep I so love but hardly get.

Today I had decided to brave the rain and visited Mysterious Galaxy Bookstore In Redondo Beach to join L.A. Kornetsky in her signing of the Book collared.

I was a very intimate gathering that offered me some time to chat with the author and get my book signed, I felt accomplished when I left the bookstore (along with two new books) and got home

Written by: L.A. Kornetsky

Synopsis: Ginny Mallard and her shar-pei, Georgie, are about to run out of kibble and cash, unless she digs up another client for her private concierge business. So she heads to her neighborhood Seattle bar, Mary’s, to sniff out an opportunity. Or a gimlet or two. The bartender, Teddy Tonica, is usually good for a round of challenging banter, and Georgie is oddly fond of his bar cat, Mistress Penny. Before she can say “bottoms up,” Ginny lands a job tracking down some important business papers that have gone missing—along with the customer’s uncle. If Ginny hopes to track him down, she’ll need more than her research skills: she’ll need a partner with people skills—like Tonica.
This is one dangerous case that’s about to go to the dogs—unless man, woman, cat, and canine can work together as one very unconventional crime-solving team

This book is entertaining and a very easy read (I finished the book in a couple of days). To my delight the characters were very relate-able and deliciously humans with their reactions and emotions. I really like the scenes with the pets and was very believable that the characters were interacting with real pets. The Author did very well on her research of the Seattle area and on interactions with animals.  As for the mystery aspect of the book I was hoping something…. More. I don’t how to describe it but it seemed lacking somewhat in the mystery department.

Overall this book was very entertaining and funny and I recommend this book to any animal lovers or mystery readers. I give this book a 3 out of 5 stars.


My Life Without You.

Sometimes I wonder how I would be with out my fiance. When I get caught in that thought and can’t pull myself out, I get this whole life that comes streaming past, shoving its way into my mind. Paralyzing it.

I picture myself, a kooky spinster with a dog, a tiny brown terrier I named Tiny “T”. I still wouldn’t have that many friends as I would probably be ten times more socially awkward than I am now. Don’t even think about my filter, which would be nonexistent, since I wouldn’t care about trying. My hair would probably be very dark with some ridiculously obnoxious streaked through it that I would change multiple times a year.

I would send Christmas cards to family signed “Tiny T and Me”. I would eventually get a cat because I wouldn’t want Tiny to get lonely and depending on the gender the name would either be Ginger (female) or Peabody (male). The Cat would be old and slightly overweight and would have been a rescue. Ginger (or Peabody) wouldn’t like Tiny at first but they would eventually grow to love each other.

I would live in a studio apartment in an unknown location, it would be messy with too many clothes, not enough furniture, a modest T.V. and a huge sound system with a record player. Vinyls would line my bookcases, some for collection, most for actually listening. I would watch the Oscars and Grammys, T.V. shows like Elementary and BBC Sherlock.

I would drink coffee with too much sugar and creamer in a stupid coffee mug that had a ridiculous image of a dog or cat. If it didn’t have an image it would most likely have a saying that read “Instant human, just add coffee” or “Weapon of Mass Addiction”.

My clothes would never be in style and people would just think I was some quirky, awkward lonely girl (they would be right of course) I would not get married and end up being the crazy aunt that gives the best Christmas presents.

I would never get the hang of cooking for one and would throw away tons of leftovers or give them away. The loneliness would eat at me but I would soldier on splurging on Peabody (Or Ginger) and Tiny T. When they died I would mourn them with soul wrenching sobs and for years to come will debate whether to try another dog or cat.  This always depends on how lonely I feel and if I am able to not let it consume me. I won’t have kids and will try to adopt but will get denied because I’m single and slightly crazy.

I will end up developing some sort of disease that is terminal and I’ll cry and get angry and frustrated but will eventually accept my fate by keeping it a secret. I will create several bucket lists that I will never do, and will die alone in bed surrounded by no one. My landlord will discover my body when he notices I did not pay my rent. My obituary would be small and concise and people would mourn me and state that I died too young. Maybe some will reevaluate their lives.

People would forget about me and I’ll fade out of history.

Or maybe I’ll marry Will Arnett and be ridiculously happy with our witty selves and our funny little kids,

Long Beach Comic Con

So Long Beach Comic Con is over and I am so sad to see it go. Unlike the last Comic Expo I actually enjoyed myself.

I got there at 11:00 due to a work meeting so I was unable to see if there were any ticket or parking lines, but I did not encounter any. I parked close and it was very cheap and I actually got a badge for my weekend pass.

When I got in I went straight to the floor, which was not that big but I did enjoy it. I was able to catch a couple of interesting panels and took pictures of creative costumes.

Not once did I think this was wasted time or money.

I’m very glad i went.

I’ll have a much more in depth review on Zoombie Project blog soon!

A most un- happy halloween

I thought I was ready for Halloween.

I bought decorations, filled a giant bowl with candy, dressed up in a costume. Hell I even got Tesla and Mordechai to dress up as well. Turns out I wasn’t prepared for no one showing up.

I waited all night the anticipation of hearing “Trick or Treat” fading as disappointment slowly crept into my veins. My spirit all but dead when at 9:30 pm I started at my untouched bowl almost overfilling with candy.

I got the good candy too! Snickers, Kit Kat Reeses, and M&M’s to boot!

Tears prickled my eyes a bit as I realized no one came. I was all ready to dole out the , what I thought would be, false compliments of “Oh how scary you look”, “Aren’t you the most beautiful princess I have ever seen” and “I’ve never seen a better costume”.

The disappointed rolled until today when I hear my coworkers and their stories of the different kids that came to their house and how mine stayed quiet as I watched  Elementary. My fiance cuddling with me off the couch as he felt the disappointment rolling off me in waves.