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Megacon Review

My feet still hurt and I’ve been back a full day now. But oh was it worth it! I had so much fun during the con…insanely stupid and unnecessary drama unfolded in the after hours part of the trip, but I won’t bore you guys with those details. Especially since I am trying to ignore them as best I can.

First and foremost for my excitable news…I met Tom Felton! Well, met is probably a strong word, we hardly had a conversation or anything, but me and some friends and the Eagle Scout did take a picture with him! A few weird fangirl tidbits: He smells great. I have no idea what he wears but it’s nice. His shirt (I got to put my arm around him) was very soft, couldn’t tell what the fabric was made of but I did wonder about it. Most importantly, I managed to not squee and mumble out a very excitable “it was nice meeting you” and he actually responded to that…can’t for the life of me remember what it he said, we were ushered from the picture area very quickly, but I heard a response. Is it weird I forgot how English he was going to be? Last thing I saw him in had him doing a very convincing American accent. Anyway, so that was fun and pretty crazy.

I also bought way too much stuff…or should I say the Eagle Scout bought way too much stuff for the both of us. I am now the proud owner of a Sword of Gryffindor because apparently I was in desperate need of a sword. I also have my very own Gryffindor robes, and a Spider Gwen hooded dress. We got quite a few really awesome pieces of art as well and an amazingly drawn deck of cards where the suits were changed to the four elements from ATLA. It also has really great pictures of lots of characters from the show. The Jokers are the foaming mouth guy and the cabbage man…which is just gold. We are most definitely broke now and I feel it was worth it.

The absolute best part though was all the awesome cosplayers we saw. If it weren’t for the epic swag and celebs you can meet at a con I would literally go, find a great place to sit and just watch people walk around. Actually, I spent a decent bit of Sunday just sitting and enjoying all the cosplayers that passed by me. In fact, I got so many pictures I’m going to upload all of them on my computer and just give you pictures from Megacon. But that probably won’t be up until tomorrow since I have lots of laundry and stuff to do tonight.

Sigh…after such a geektastic weekend it’s really hard to return to the regular world. I miss everyone getting my references already. Anyway, that’s all the gushing I’ll do today. Look for those pictures tomorrow. Happy Memorial Day guys and as always, thanks for reading.

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Grad Week

Can I just tell you all that I am such a proud big sister this week? One of my two younger sister’s (the older one obviously) is graduating high school tomorrow! I feel excited, proud, and stressed. We will call the graduating one Thing 1 since the two younger sisters usually get grouped together during crazy incidents. So Thing 1 had to go to something called a Baccalaureate. I don’t know if you guys know what that is, it’s a sort of religious graduation. But down here students get coaxed into going by being promised extra tickets for those who need them. Thing 1 needed them because not only did more people show up for her graduation than did for mine but also, they may actually see her walk.      (Side note: in case you couldn’t figure out that slightly jealous statement, lots of people failed to show for me, and then those who did missed me walking because they were getting wasted and falling asleep in backyards and such. It was heartbreaking to hear about afterwards and I’d love my sweet Thing 1 to not know that feeling)

Anyway, the pride and excitement should be easy to figure out. However, the stress is the real problem because Grad week has not been a smooth ride…not at all. See, Graduation means family coming together, and if any of you remember my wonderful Christmas post you understand what family coming together means. Honestly, I’m sure plenty of you understand from personal experience what family coming together means. But this has been worse than Christmas was this time around. My grandmother showed up of course, but so will my big sister, and my grandfather who is my grandmother’s ex husband and my mother’s father and his wife are in town as well. And the drama began long before the day I was born as you can probably tell. But the real problem is all the adults sans the big sis and myself are too immature to not bring up issues or ignore people just long enough to get through the graduation, which happens to fall on my mother’s birthday.

My grandpa and grandma (mom’s dad and his wife) got into town yesterday and didn’t tell Thing 1, my mom, or me they were here. They told my cousin and if it weren’t for her we wouldn’t have known they had made it in. They invited her to see them at their hotel…we still got not even a text message. Thing 1 had to give her the tickets for them so they got them because they wouldn’t have bother to try to receive them any other way it would seem. The big sis, who I suppose we should call Ring Leader since she always was believes they are upset with her because some very dramatic things came to light in our family and well, to be honest there is doubt about which side to believe and where we would want to stay so she has been ignoring grandpa’s calls. I would be as well had he bothered to try to call me ever. It’s hard to know what needs to be said at this point. So, grandpa and grandma are refusing to communicate with any of us now…seems petty to me. Especially since they only things that should matter this week are the graduation and the birthday.

On the subject of birthday let’s get to the issues arising from the birthday girl…or rather woman. She seems angry that her birthday is being overshadowed by Thing 1’s graduation. I think it’s a bit childish for a grown woman to be mad and sulky that her birthday is going to be pushed aside for the day to celebrate something that doesn’t happen every year and for some people never happens. It’s not like she will be completely ignored. We are just celebrating the day after instead of the day of. I feel like if she brings it up one more time I will snap. I mean you’d think with how many times she complained that Thing 1 wouldn’t graduate she’d be happy to be out shown by said graduation…but no. I don’t understand why no one else can understand that the most important thing is to not be selfish. Is that so hard to understand? Because it seems that way for the “adults” in my life. I’m not considered one among their ranks because I’m only 21. But I act older than the rest of them and I graciously accept being treated like a child. They however, choose to yell and cause scenes and at like it’s time for a Jerry Springer style smack down.

And since I brought up Jerry Springer allow me to also bring up The Wine Incident. I will preface this by saying, 1: My grandmother is losing her mind and should probably not be allowed both medicinal marijuana and wine. And 2: My mother should know by now that whatever verification she has sought from my grandmother will not happen at this point in their lives. Now, my mom is in group therapy among other things because she has issues she needs to deal with, and that’s fair and healthy. Now my grandmother asked my mom about her group a few days ago. I believe it was Monday night, and she had only just gotten in town on Sunday keep in mind. Mom told her what they talked about and the discussion got heated. My grandmother called my mom a liar and tossed her glass of wine in my mother’s face. My grandmother has glaucoma. And that’s not just a lie she tells to get her pot, she is seriously half blind. So she had to aim and mean it to be able to actually hit my mother in the face with that wine. Everyone in the room was shocked, and the fight, fore obviously reason almost ended with my grandmother leaving a good 3 days early. The most annoying part? An hour or so later the two were rolling around on mother’s bed laughing. It was that moment that I understood why the people who marry into our family either lose their minds, turn to drinking, or die early just to get out.

I’m so happy tomorrow is Graduation day. The week is only now half over and Ring Leader hasn’t even gotten to town yet. I can’t wait to see the blow ups that ensue when she does (can you sense the sarcasm there?). So, yeah. My sweet baby sister, my crazy Thing 1 is graduating! She’ll be off to college soon! And in four years I’ll be saying the same about Thing 2, who surprisingly has been pretty low-key all week. And all I’ll be hoping then will be the same thing I’m hoping now, that everyone just keeps it together long enough to survive this graduation. Well, that’s all for now. I’ll write more crazy family stories soon I’m sure. Take care, and as always thanks for reading.

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Christmas

How it should be

How it should be

This is how Christmas should be right? That beautiful tree, that warm fire, amazing decorations that can only be achieved once a year. That how we all envision Christmas, or how we should at least. Small children picture presents. Parents picture all the money it will cost. But in the end it’s all worth it right? Well, maybe for some of us. In actuality my christmas is not pictured anything like that.

Let’s pull the wool from over our holiday blinded eyes for a moment. I don’t know about the rest of you but for me the holidays in general are more about who can argue the loudest and who will break down this time than being thankful and enjoying family. To be honest, family is the problem. My family happens to be dominated by women. Loud, Italian/Cuban/Black women…and they are all painfully opinionated. They don’t compromise, they don’t know what an indoor voice is, and 90% of the time they can’t stand each other. But this is my family…or my mother and grandmother to be more precise.

I’m not saying it’s all bad, I’m just saying when I picture the holidays, on top of wondering how I’m going to afford a present for everyone, I wonder how I’m going to survive. This year will be a little different though. My older sister who usually helps by standing by my side and reminding me that we aren’t too much like the matriarchs, will not be by my side as long as I’d like (like leaving me alone with our mother wasn’t bad enough).No, she will be here Saturday and leaving me alone by Wednesday, it’s not really her fault I guess. She has to get back to work and obviously she can’t blow off her job. But I do wish she could stay. If only to remind me I’m still relatively sane. Here is the real thing about the holidays, when they come up my mother gets the very misguided idea that she is June Cleaver and she can do it all. That is sadly not the case, not at all in fact. In actuality she not even close to Mrs. Cleaver and she’d save us all if she would just remember that. She is however good at giving herself too much to do.

How it ends up

How it ends up

My mother starts her frantic holidays by inviting the neighborhood, plus some, over. Then she freaks out for days about what to cook. Then she decides on what to cook and complains about everyone who’s coming. After a good bit of complaining she worries about presents (which usually end up money and makeup, with a few knickknacks in between). After presents she feels the need to constantly remind us that we should remember how lucky we are, and that we are terrible little human beings. When my grandmother comes to town the real fun starts. The last time she was here was for my graduation. Her first day in town she asked us if we ever suffered from itchy liberia (if you know what she really meant please don’t make me say it, if you don’t…ask a female friend) then offered an awkward abundance of topical cream to cure an itchy liberia.

At some point my grandmother mentions my younger sister’s weight, then mine, the my youngest sister’s weight (that’s right, mom had four girls). Then anybody else’s weight who gets too close to her radar. Then the alcohol comes out, and that’s usually a crap shoot, either people get happier or angrier. If it’s happier they laugh and talk and pass out. If it’s angrier…well bust out the gloves and maybe a hard hat, run for cover, and pray for mercy because nobody is safe so it’s better to stay out of the way and hope they knock each other out. But in the end somehow everyone still goes home happy, and alive. So maybe there is some magic in this old holiday after all. If a family like mine can get together every year and come out alive, and maybe even a little happy, there has got to be something special about this scary, confusing, loud, crazy, slightly special, holiday.

So…A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT! Happy holidays guys, no matter what the holidays mean to you I hope they are always worth it.

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