Ah, curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!

This is directed at your universe!  You suck big donkey *expletive*!

So it was happening, that day was finally approaching where as an adult I can finally...finally go to a Con.  Shut up, this isn't philosophical like the last post...this my friend is my super nerd coming out. 

Okay so in NOLA we have this thing that started coming around here a few years ago called Wizard World...you may have heard of it, ha!  Anyways for a while I've wanted to attend a Con...someplace, well anyplace but I had no one to go with.  Well last year my inner fan girl desperately wanted to go to this one and my hubs said he would go but with the house crap and ex crap and well just crap life threw at me it wasn't in the stars and we didn't go.  I read all about it and laughed and died a little inside but there is always another one...right?!  **UPDATE** I just realized I said last year...I keep forgetting its 2014...technically it was the end of 2012 so I guess not last year ;) hahahahaha

I've been very wrapped up in more life crap these days so I totally forgot this would be coming around again soon.  Then it happened...I got an alert about NOLA Comic Con...about who was coming and...and....be still my heart Eleven is coming...holy shit no way?!?!!?!?  The Doctor...the freaking Doctor, what...no...really...Ahhhhh!  I mean I know he's not "the doctor" anymore...what am I saying, he'll always be the doctor, well one of them.  See there she is my inner fangirl just busting at the seems to emerge.  Ok ok ok not like I can afford (or could justify) the $350 to do a VIP ticket or $100 for a photo op (on top of the admittance)...I adore him and all (maybe if it was a previous incarnation, haha but probably not) but I have other expenses that unfortunately trump that.  But just to go this year, OMG I was so flipping excited.  Then I read that Alan Tudyk and Norman Reedus...Wil Wheaton...among others were scheduled *inaudible squeak*.  I mean some serious fangirling was going on when I was supposed to be working.   I swear my hubs could seeing the fangirl tearing through the surface and was like, *sigh* so I guess we are going...but he was just as excited.  He can't fool me, his inner fanboy was grinning ear to ear. 

Yea yea I know, not going to the VIP experience things or buying the photo ops, means not meeting those peeps or seeing the panels more than likely, I guess...I mean I really don't know.  But still it just got me so excited...and its in my city and ahhhhhhhhhhh!  Then I saw the dates...and I cried.  Okay not physically cried but my inner fangirl is just a wreck.  Its the same weekend as my friends Bachlorette Party *insert string of vulgar curses*.  And there is no way I am missing that, not in a million years but argh!  I can finally go and you took it away from me :P  Stupid Universe playing with my emotions.  "You gave me hope, then you took it away, that's enough to make anyone dangerous, God knows what it'll do to me." Hahahaha see she popped out again...silly fangirl stop surprising me with random fandom quotes.

Seeing whose going to be there should clue you in as to why my title is what it is and well my random fandom quote.  *sigh* maybe next time :P If you need me I'll be glued to my iPad/TV watching Netflix furthering my fangirl-ness.  OK that is not a word...well it is now.  NOLAGurl out. 

Being an adult sucks!

This may get really deep and personal so feel free not to read on...

Okay here goes.  You know how when you are younger you pray that you aren't preggars.  Even if you are not sexually active at that moment, if you are late you have this panicked moment where you are like "I cannot have a baby right now!".  I know you think like this too, don't lie...and if you are male and your g/f told you she was late you probably had a similar reaction.  Anyways, how many days/nights do we spend as young twenty-somethings (sometimes teens) praying, begging the higher powers to send you your monthly visitor.  Then when you see that lovely speck of red you do the freaking happy dance all around your room.  It sounds dumb but most of us are totaly guilty of this.

Why does being an adult suck?  Well because as an adult, married and "ready" for a kid(s) that little speck of red crushes a piece of your soul.  You think back to how many times you begged not to be prego and wonder if the universe is playing an ugly game with you.  Its like well you said before you didn't want it, why do you want it now.  Cause I do dammit, that's why!  Anyways I am not that far into this new way of thinking but I saw a friend go through it a couple times.  You know where she swore she was and then BAM mother nature said "just kidding".  I mean one time she was like two weeks late and although she was making jokes, I know she was crushed inside.  I hate that for her and for me and for anyone for that matter. I mean now she has a beautiful baby and I just hope I am that lucky.

Like I said before I am not that far into this "lets have kids" mantra (just a few months) but I know every time, I mean every time I get my period a little piece of me will want to just scream!  We are serious about this now, like taking temps and tracking stuff and you get the picture.  But I am trying not to be all stressed because I know that is bad too.  Like the last couple months was this and I just and panicked wondering if we waited too long.  I know I am not that old (not in twenties but not near forty yet) but these are the stupid things that go through my head at night...and now during the day.  It kinda sucks!  Plus I know how much trouble my mom had and of course that concerns me...I just hope I take after one of my g-ma's...they both had more than 4 kids with minimal issues, of course they started much younger back then.  *sigh* being an adult sucks! I hate that wanting to have a career and find my perfect match makes us wait longer to have the babies and well we all know waiting too long can be a problem.

This on top of almost everyone I know watching everything I drink!  Seriously the holidays were hilarious!  I didn't want wine but I got a glass because I KNEW the second I didn't have any alcohol, everyone would jump to conclusions.  Even with the glass I was getting stares.  Then my dear cousin made an announcement (which I am BEYOND excited for them) and everyone was like yay! Then secretly they were like I totally thought it was going to be you...gee no pressure, y'all! So I am totally "drinking" for NYE and NYD!  NYE I am buying a ginormous VIRGIN daiquiri so I don't have to pretend I am drinking...I can drink and no one will know, muahahahaha.  I am not preggo by the way, but I am trying to reduce alcohol consumption, I hear that helps *wink*.

So on top of my own freaking out internally, all of my family...including all the in-laws are like we need a baby, stat. And while I laugh and smile, a part of me is like "stoooooooooooooooooooooooooooop!" Even my dad...he handed me one of my nephews and was making him "talk to me" saying, "I'd really like a little cousin, please".  OMG, really?!  alright, already, geez, hahaha...ha.  But I am not mad at them, don't get me wrong...I actually think its kinda cute that they all want a little me.  I just hate being monitored constantly. 

Okay no more negative thoughts.  *whooosa whooosa* butterflies, rainbows, no pressure!  Hahaha, back to my happy thoughts.

Nola Gurl out :)

So I took a Quiz...

... you know, one of those "which character are you" quizzes

If you read my last post about my jacked up dreams you will appreciate this. 

I got *drum roll*:

When the result showed I legit laughed out loud!

My dreams are WEIRD!

I should really stop reading right before bed...seriously sometimes I have the most jacked up dreams because I read so much.  But this time its different.  I read before bed but I was reading Ever Shade (Dark Fairytale)...but my dream was about... Game of Thrones, WTH!?

Okay don't crucify me I know that's only the name of the first book but its the best way for me to reference it. I'm not finished all the books released so far, I'm about 1/3 way through "A Storm of Swords".  I am waiting on it from the Library again.  It expired on me and now I am on a waiting list, boo.

Onward to the dream of weirdness.  So I was Arya...weird because I am MUCH older than that character in the books but she/I was older, like 18 (still WAY younger than I actually am).  We discovered that the world of Starks and Lannisters was just another realm adjacent to the world we readers currently live in.  We were at war with the other houses and Robb was leading us to safety in the other realm.  I was with Jon, who happened to look like the actor from the HBO series, which is weird because I haven't watched the series but I have seen pictures and stills.  I on the other hand looked nothing like Arya...I looked like me, long blonde hair, tan-ish and petite but in my head I was her.  Our whole army of allies was making its way to the "portal" but what we didn't know at first was the other army was headed our way to battle us in the new Realm through another portal they discovered.  We somehow found this out and while trying to prepare for this possible encounter the mother of dragons came up from behind with her army and her dragons, forcing us to rush through the portal.  It was chaotic and bloody to say the least. 

I was sword fighting back to back with my favorite big brother who was probably twice my size but I managed to keep up.  At one point we stumbled through the portal, which functioned strangely similar to the bifrost bridge, into a world of amazement.  We were in modern day New York.  To my astonishment, I recognized this place.  Jon thought I was crazy.  He was in awe of the skyscrapers and the temperature, winter definitely wasn't coming here (stop laughing at me).  I was trying to figure out why I seemed to know this place.  I knew where to go and where the "strange" roads lead.  Of course the people of New York were wigging out because a giant army of what looked like an ancient civilization just appeared in Central Park.  Thankfully the other army and the dragons couldn't follow us for some reason so we were relatively safe for now.

There is a big chunk that is a blur but I know there was an enormous amount of fighting when we finally met up with the Lannisters and somehow mama and her dragons showed up.  I was hurt, Robb died and our army was weary. 

Then it switched gears a bit, it was still GoT but it turns out I wasn't Arya, I was a faery half breed that was sent into the other realm for my safety because people in our realm were trying to steal me and I wouldn't be safe in faery.  So that explained why I looked nothing like my siblings and the real Arya was safe and being held by the Seelie court.  Being fae also allowed me to communicate with the dragons which saved everyone from the fate of being BBQ'd.  Everyone stopped fighting for whatever reason and when my memory block was removed I fell in love with Jon and woke up.  I know that ending was rushed but there is much I cannot remember. 

This is by far one of the most messed up and detailed dreams I have had recently.  Its like a mix of Game of Thrones, some sort of Faery tale gone wrong and possibly some Thor/Avengers mixed in just for fun.  I woke up laughing at myself because of the extreme level of weirdness.  I mean I was a fae, living in a world of winter and war with a memory block that when removed caused me to fall in love with a guy who I thought was my brother while fighting a war that somehow contained dragons in New York...wow!  I've had dreams based on books I was reading before but this one takes the cake.  

A peach is a peach, a prune is a prune...

...I really need to trust my ideas.........va-va-......voom

Alright, I never claimed to be a poet *plfeet*. So my "peach" was a hit.  Well I think it was...she told me she loved it so I feel like it was a success.  Since its given I can say what it was...it was a homemade tutu.  I made it with light green, light purple, light pink and white tulle and BRIGHT skinny coordinating ribbon.  It looked fairy-esc, which is totally me! I love girly things but like I said before I am not all pink ribbons and bows and I don't think that should by any means be forced on lil ones. 

Where did this come from you may be wondering.  Well a friend of mine posted this video about GoldieBlox.  I LOVED it.  I mean just absolutely adored it because it shows girls doing engineering type building "experiments".  Something I do agree we do not encourage our young ladies to do enough.  What irritated me is my friends caption for the video.  It said something along the lines of stop buying everything pink for little girls.  My question is, why blame pink? 

I am certainly not a huge fan of pink...I never have been, I am more of a purple/blue kind of girl.  But just because a girl is girly doesn't mean she can't be interested in science or engineering.  I mean GoldieBlox stuff is actually mostly light pink, yellow and purple, stereotypical girl colors. So her comment pisses me off.  It's not the color, its the message. When I was five I got my first "kiddie" microscope, a few years later I got a much nicer one and I freaking loved it.  I caught and released critters, played (hard) outside, built with Legos and created domino rally runs.  All considered "boy" activities.  But I also wore frilly outfits (mom made), had baby dolls and took dancing.  My point is I was very girly by most standards yet I am and always will be a science nerd.  I love science, I love science fiction, I love knowing how things are made and how inventors come up with their ideas. 

What I am trying to say is people/parents need to stop blaming everyone else for creating future women.  Ladies and gents, it is YOUR job to encourage your daughter.  Just because it is something boyish doesn't mean a girl cannot play with it.  Expose your daughters to science/engineering and see if she likes it.  If she doesn't that is okay, it is not everyone's cup of tea.  Yes, I know there is a stereotype that females can't or aren't qualified enough for those types of jobs/futures but that stereotype is there because of us.  Because our society at some point decided women were inferior in intelligence.  We all know this isn't true but its up to YOU to mold the next generation.  My mom NEVER discouraged me from being me, if anything she encouraged me to be different.  If I showed interest in something she let me explore it, if I got bored with it we moved on...if I showed more interest I got more exposure to it.  And no I did not come from a family with money so I wasn't able to just do whatever I wanted but she was always very supportive. And yes people tried to put me in a "girly" box.  For birthdays I would get things like "girl talk", pink everything, barbies and baby alive type toys.  I liked that stuff enough but I remember one year a boy in my class gave me a bug/critter catch and release kit and it was my favorite thing.  He clearly understood me and we were best buds, till he went to another school :(.

In other news, this goes for boys too!  Stereotypes go both ways!!!!!  I know a boy playing with dolls is a big no no in our society but what is the big freaking deal???  Kids should be allowed to like whatever they want without parents being afraid it might "turn them gay".  I played with trucks, he-man and GI-Joe...it didn't change the outcome of who I am.  Come on people, it is 2013, we all should know by now playing with barbies wont make a boy like other boys just like playing with trucks wont make a girl like other girls.  You can beat "masculine" things into your boys all you want...but if they are going to be gay, they are going to be gay, deal with it and quit creating more flipping stereotypes!  With that said not all homosexual men are "girly" and not all lesbians are "boyish", staaaaahp it right now! 

Back to the subject matter, quit trying to force kids into your ideals.  If your daughter likes pink princesses that is okay, if she likes frogs & snails & puppy dog tails, that is okay too.  If your son likes trucks and superheros that is okay, if he is full of sugar & spice & everything nice that's okay too.  Forcing boys & girls into boxes of what boys/girls should be just enlarges the gender gap.  We are supposed to be moving forward, becoming more accepting not acting like just because one has or does not have a penis/vagina makes a difference in what they are capable of accomplishing. 

Rant over, NOLA Gurl out :P

Lemons, lemons everywhere...

...then suddenly a peach, whoop whoop

Okay maybe peach isn't the best choice since I don't really like peaches but its something better than a lemon and I always hear southerners say "aren't you just a peach" as a compliment so it must be a good fruit!  Well usually its a compliment...sometimes its pure sarcasm but you get the picture. 

So what are the lemons, while they aren't terrible lemons they are utterly frustrating!  They are work and regular life related and they are preventing me from going out of town for a special event.  Its been insane, I clear one thing up and something else pops up.  Like the issue that originally was preventing me from going got postponed.  Then I got subpoenaed to appear in court, crap!  Today I got word that, that was resolved, whoooo hooooo...then I found out about a new complication which requires me to stay in town, waaaaahhhhh. I've accepted that there is just no way to make this work. 

So where did the peach come from, well ya see I feel extraordinarily guilty about not going, so it got my creative juices flowing and I think I came up with something awesome.  Well I think its awesome...I hope I am right in this assumption.  I would have done something meaningful even if I was going but I went a little over the top, whoops.  It's a baby shower for one of my oldest and best-est friends.  Since I plan on being well known to this new bundle of joy I feel like I need to start spoiling her NOW!  I can't say exactly what I am doing, in case she is reading this but I think she'll appreciate it, mom...not baby...hello, baby can't read yet...well baby will probably appreciate it later...like when she is more self aware...oh and born.

I just hope my peach doesn't turn into a prune.  Well I think a prune is bad, some people would love a prune but for the sake of this conversation its bad.  Like I hope I am not totally off with this...but I really don't think I am.  She's having a baby girl...a princess...she should have girly stuff, right?  But not all pink and bows...something else that's more NOLA Gurl-esq.  Ugh, the uncertainty!  I will feel awful if I make her cry...but if its because she is happy that's okay, right?  right?  My note to her has silliness in it (it wouldn't be me if I didn't try to make her laugh) along with a lot of love so I think it will be great.  Why am I second guessing the peach...I should embrace the peach...love the peach...become the peach...alright maybe not that extreme and wow that just sounds dirty...maybe a peach wasn't the best choice.  I gotta go...fingers crossed that she likes it :)

What the hell is an inkling and how do people get them?!?

Okay, okay I may already know what the actual definition of an inkling is but I only ever hear it from people over 60 y.o.a., mainly from my AMAZING grandma.  So by most definitions it means a slight hint or indication.  I mean I guess I get "inklings" about different things but I never use this word so when I hear it applied to me it makes me giggle.  I know I am weird, we have already established that. 

I've heard this term at various stages in my life, either applied to situations involving me or someone I am close to.  For some reason even though I know what it means whenever I hear it I picture a fancy ink pen with a smaller (baby) version of itself (an inkling...ya get it?!).  Stop laughing...okay laugh it up, because it makes me smile too.  Then I start to wonder where I can obtain one of these adorable inklings and I end up smiling like a fool and people stare at me like I need to be medicated. 

Where did this come from, you may ask?  Well the other night I went to hang out with my fam for Halloween.  I helped the g-ma hand out candy and had kids young and old tell me how awesome my costume was.  Yes, I am an adult and I was in a costume, I love Halloween, don't judge!   And I was informing all the older ones around me what all the kiddies were dressed as because they had no clue.  One of my favs was this adorable little girl, maybe 7 or 8 dressed as a witch, with green face and a broom.  My cousin was like are you from Wicked???  I said are you Elphaba???  And she said yes and her sister was dressed as Glinda and I was done.  I was like everybody go home, this adorable little girl wins Halloween!  Wow talk about getting off topic. 

Back to my story about inklings (hehehehe).  I poured a cup of daiquiri but didn't drink much.  I wasn't feeling 100%, as in I think I was starting to get sick (which I am sick now so yuck!).  Then later in the night I drank a lot of Iced Tea.  The next day I was going to pick up lunch and my cousin texted me.  She said "g-ma, thinks you're pregnant...she has an "inkling", hahaha".  I was in McAllister's waiting for food and did the stupid smile thing when I read inkling...I think the waitress thought I was mental.  What makes this even more strange is we are kinda trying.  Like not officially counting and taking temps but we aren't preventing.  So then I was like holy shit g-ma is psychic.  Not that I think I am preggo, I am just not well at the moment...like fever and everything.  But now I am like, what if I am...what if she just sensed something different about me...she had an inkling...how the hell does that work???  What kind of sorcery is this?!?

So now I feel like I need to go on a quest to find a baby fancy pen so that I can have my very own "inkling" and then maybe I'll be able to be psychic too!

I think my fever took my weirdness to a whole new level today...time for me to sign off.