So… my new apartment is nice.  I love my new bed and awesome memory foam mattresses.  I love my view of the swamp…er…lake and those freakishly large ducks.  And I love the raccoon that lurks in the bushes by the stairs that I have to go up.  (Please sense my sarcasm on this one).

I also love that now that I’ve turned the air conditioner up to 78, the apartment complex had it set on 72, the carpet has developed a very seasoned aroma… of urine.  I also noticed crayon on the white plastic blinds.  So… did the previous tenant have a naughty, un-potty trained child… or a naughty child and a nasty dog?

I now get to fill out work orders about nasty carpets… oh, and a few other things.  I’m sure maintenance loves me :).

Oh well, other than that things are great.  Love the job.  I am going to be busy-busy, but my boss is cool, my co-workers are nice, and once the rest of my stuff gets here from Texas, I can start decorating my office.  Best news ever: I get internet and cable and modernity in my apartment on FRIDAY 😀 😀

Okay, and some writing news (since this is a writers blog): I have been okayed to teach teen writing workshops and to host adult and teen writing critique groups every Saturday at the library I work at :).

Overall Mood: Good Time!  (Now I just need pee-free carpets)

 

Okay, so I am IN Florida.  My new apartment is nice.  There are some flaws, but I can overlook them.  (Just hope the neighbors don’t start shooting at each other, :D) 

My task now is plan ninja strike of getting the rest of my stuff to my new apartment, and getting furniture.  But hey, I’ve got great news.  I do have bedroom furniture now.  It looks like I will be building my office myself.  I know, yikes, but hey, I got my little pink tool kit and I’ve had a little practice at building book shelves at my old apartment.  So, they had a bit of a gangsta lean, they never fell down :). 

After the office, I’ll think on the living room.  I think I’m going to forgo having a dining area and make that little area my workout space.  I mean, I don’t cook, I don’t have anyone to entertain, and I just don’t eat at the table.  And also, I’ve got a bar, so barstools can work, too.

Anyways, I don’t have internet at my apartment yet, so I jump online when I can.  Right now, I’m in Burger King after dropping The Nicest Friend in the World off at the Ft Lauderdale Int Airport.  Geez… let’s not discuss that GPS made us get on the Florida Turnpike and how much the stinkin’ Turnpike costs.  I am taking I-95 back, thank you GPS.  You owe me 10 bucks, by the way.

Take care guys.  Maybe I’ll have a post about, I don’t know, WRITING (teehee), soon.  I have been itching to write for a few days now.  I always want to write when I can’t it seems.

Okay, so I just realized that I have the best friends ever.  They always want to help me when and if they can, and I always feel like I never do enough in return.  It is weird and nice having people offer to do things for you out of the kindess of their heart.  I just don’t know many people who would put themselves out to help you, when there’s nothing to be gained… and those few people I do know who’d do it, I’m lucky enough to call friends.

So, I’m in the middle of moving to Florida.  My job starts the June 5th, I am driving out on May 31st.  I contracted with a moving company that says, hey yeah, we’ll come get your stuff on the 30th and come between 12 pm and 4 pm.  On the 30th, time comes and goes.  I call them and they say: Oh, we don’t pick up at the end of the month.  Your pick-up date was rescheduled to the 5th, is that okay with you?

WTF????  No, it’s not okay. I will no longer be in Texas on the 5th.  I will be at work on the 5th.  I hired you guys because you said you could pick up before the 1st.  If you had said what you just did now, I would have said: Thank you for your time.  Goodbye. 

The guy I’m talking to gets an attitude and eventually we work it out to where I have to buy an expensive plane ticket to fly back in two weeks on my days off, so that I can let them into my apartment (which I was supposed to completely check out of today, but couldn’t because my stuff is still in there). 

 I say, OK… I have to catch a plane on Monday afternoon to go back to be in time for work. 

The mover says: We can only come on Monday, but we will come at 7:30 am.  

I say: that’s great.  Get the stuff out, then I can clean and check out of my apartment. 

The guys says: Great, I’ll send you e-mail confirmation.

Next day: No e-mail confirmation.  I call and play phone tag for 30 minutes, finally get someone on the phone who tells me, she’ll tell the guy to e-mail me.  Later, no e-mail.  I call to ask if I’m on the schedule even. 

Guy who answers says: Uh yeah. 

I ask: At 7:30? 

Guy: Oh… there’s no time written on here.  Do you need 7:30?  Uh, we can do 8?  Uh… what do you need us to do anyway?

I say: Cancel my entire order.  This is ridiculous.  I don’t even trust you guys to come anymore.  I’ll figure something else out.  Give me my 600 dollar deposit back. 

Guy: Well we have you here as VIP.  We were going to make sure you were first on our delivery and pick up route, but not trusting us and cancelling your order is your perogative. 

WTF???

Do not use All My Sons Moving Company EVER.

Grrrrrrr….. but hey, remember I got the best friends ever, so I did end up working something out that works much better and may save me a little money… though I’d wished we’d thought of it sooner so I wouldn’t have spend money on that plane ticket back!

 

Anyways, going to bed.  Gotta be up at 3:45 to finish driving to Florida.  In Alabama, now!

 

Okay, I think this is absolutely hilarious.  I’ve been noticing the phenoma for a while.  Every afternoon when driving home, I see a bunch of young teenagers, probably about 14, piled 6 deep in a golf cart, just cruising the sidewalks.  I think, hmm… Well, I suppose when you don’t have a car cruising around in a golf cart could be cool if you’re a kid.  So, I pass them and snicker every day.

Well, on Sunday, there was a charity concert near my apartment.  I walked over to check it out and was nearly mowed down by I swear like 20 golf carts containing teenagers.  All of them decked out in their Abercrombie and Hollister with their big sunglasses, hot hair-dos and mp3 speakers going as they sing along to the music and cruised the sidewalks and parking lots surrounding the concert event.

It was like the “in” thing to show off your golf cart.  I was waiting to see one with rims, and I was just gonna go home if I saw one with a Lexus logo.  As it was, I could hardly wait to get home and laugh.

Now, I know good and well if I was 14, I would be flossing a golf cart, too, or riding in one with my friends thinking I looked cool.  But since I’m not…

PWHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAhehehehehehehhehehee!!!HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Don’t ask me how many times I’ve seen it.

Okay, ask.

Twice, and might be going for time number three.  (Hey, I’m not THAT lame, I saw it with different people each time 😀 ).

But you know what, the movie is worth seeing more than once.  Thor is sexy, Captain America is hot, and Tony Stark cracks me up (though not as much as the Hulk when he rag-dolled Loki, HAHAHAHAHAAAA!)

 

Favorite quote from movie: “Does mother know thou wearest her drapes?”–Tony Stark.

 

 

(image borrowed from: http://www.literaturereviewhq.com/avengers-literature-review/)

And okay, I’ll admit it.  I’m a comic nerd, so I actually knew who the Avengers were BEFORE the movies, lol.  😉

Now you know this is late, because I read this book as soon as it came out.  It didn’t end on the cliffhanger City of Fallen Angels did, but wow.  I didn’t see that coming.

I don’t want to spoil the book for anyone who hasn’t read it or isn’t done with it yet, but: WHY-EE, MAGNUS, WHY-EE????

 

Now I can’t wait for the last one… or for the next in the Infernal Devices series.  Though, they will be the last books in the series, and I don’t know if I’m ready to say goodbye to Jace, Alec, Magnus, Simon, and Jordan yet.  And heck, I know I’m not ready to say goodbye to Jem and Will.

 

I know there’s gonna be a new spin-off series out with characters I’ll probably like just as much but: WHY-EE, CASSANDRA, WHY-EE???

If anyone reads these series, message me so we can talk!  I love book discussions and I want to know what you think about Magnus and Alec at the end of this last one.

 

Okay, I suppose I should find some work to do now….

Ok, so this happened in April, but like I said in one of my million posts for today, I have a back log of events, and if I don’t post them all today, who knows when I’ll do it. 😀

Collin County Community College Central Park Campus (yikes, and yes, that is the name of the school) had its first Open Mic alla Eboni hosted by Miss Quiet, an old Southern lady librarian who enforces library policy with an iron cane…er fist.   The library was turned into a coffee house, complete with a staging area and curtains for writers and readers to come up and perform poetry, fiction excerpts, spoken word and the phone book for increments of three minutes.  Violators who went over their allotted time got whooped with Miss Quiet’s cane. (Did she ever have fun whooping violators. :D)

There was free food and drinks (non alcoholic of course 😉 ) and lots of Southern Charm as Miss Quiet explained that though the library was having an Open Mic, it was still a library, and she could only tolerate jigga-boo racket for so long (3 minutes at a time).  She owns the record for most hits in a softball game from 1922, and still has her perfect batter form.

See Miss Quiet whoop a student below:

Y’all know that’s me, right? LOL!

😀 I went to the DFW Writers Conference in Hurst last weekend and had a pitch session with an agent.  Have I ever pitched to an agent before?  No.  Did I try to do a bunch of online research on it before hand?  YES!  Was I frustrated because everyone said to do different stuff?  HELL YEAH.

 

So… I went back to what one of my writing teachers taught me about doing elevator pitches and coming up with sudden headlines that drive the whole work.  I pitched and halfway through, the agent said: Stop… I love it.  Send me your entire manuscript with the synopsis.  Also, what else are you working on?  Great!  I want the synopsis for that, too.  I like what you write.

Now… that’s based on her never reading a sample of my work, so I hope she still feels the same after she reads it.  But hey!  I’m positive.  Hope it makes her laugh in the right places and hope she’s creeped out when she’s supposed to be.  Yeah, I made up a word, “creeped” lol.  I’m excited!

 

So… thanks JAMES PATRICK KELLY for torturing us… er… making us do elevator pitches during workshop sessions at Stonecoast.

 

Okay, there is a myth out there that all authors are avid journal writers.  LIE! Lol.  I never could keep up with a journal, but I am determined to keep up this blog.  I’ve got a back log of stuff to blog about, so here goes!

 

I got a new job in Florida!  I am going to be the librarian for the Town of Lake Park public library.  I am moving in a week.  I still haven’t packed anything, haven’t had the tires changed in my car, and I have like 5 loads of laundry to do.  I should be stressed out, but I’m not.  I think everything’s gonna work out:

 

I’m doing the 19.5 hour drive with my really good friend.  (She owes me for riding with her to Baltimore when she moved, hehe… oh, and I think I helped her move to New Orleans, too)

 

I’ve got a great new apartment.  Two bedrooms, lake view… (though I won’t actually go out to the lake because of the GATORS). I also get to decorate great new apartment (in a few months when I’m not broke anymore, lol).

 

I actually got movers to come get my big stuff that won’t fit in the car.  (Geez, after a week of trying to get someone on the phone, a moving company finally decided they wanted my money, lol.)

 

I get to “chunk the deuce” (throw up a “Peace” sign that means I’m out of here) at my old job.  (Haha, free at last!)

 

WHOO HOO HARRY POTTER LAND AT UNIVERSAL STUDIOS HERE I COME!  (Er… I mean, new job here I come!)

 

 

 

 

Haha, so I got my first rejection e-mail.  Wow, you know a few years ago I think I might have been choked up about it.  My baby was rejected, and with a form letter no less, but hey, the form letter had my name on it!  And they were so quick about it, too.  I sent it off yesterday, no joke, and got the reply today.  I was expecting to wait weeks for that first “No.”  Either the lady really hated it, or I did a major formatting “no-no.” 

Haha, anyway I think that was less nerve wracking than waiting for someone to call you back after a job interview.  Those guys can take forever to tell you “No way!”  This lady took 24 hours… that is, if she even read it.  I kinda think she didn’t because it just came back too fast.

So, now I feel accomplished.  I actually submitted my work to a complete stranger for scrutiny and I’m ready for more.  To rejection, I say: NEXT!