Fangs

 I read. It seems like forever since I wrote about anything I have read. Most of  what I have read lately is stuck in the obscurity of fan fiction.  With that being said, I have just finished the most charming graphic novel.  Fangs by Sarah Andersen might be my favorite love story between a vampire and a werewolf.  

I adore this book. It made me smile and chuckle all through reading it. There characters are likable. The art is clean and uncomplicated. It is pokes humor in unexpected ways.   If you were ever in need of a gift for a friend this would be a go to gift. 

Goretacular 2018

October is a busy month for me.  One annual October event  is Goretacular.  Now most humans have no idea what Goretacular is, and sometimes I wish I didn't know what it was. Goretacular is the annual Horror Movie Marathon that my husband hosts.  If I were to gravitate towards movies selections, it would most likely not be anything in the Horror genre. My husband on the other hand, loves horror movies and especially adores B rated movies and if the two could be combined then there is a good chance it will end up in Goretacular.

Here is the 2018 Goretacular line up

1. The Curse of Frankenstein (1957)
2. Creepshow 2 (1987)
3. The Boxers Omen (1983)
4. Halloween III Season of the Witch (1982)
5. Abominable (2006)
6. In The Mouth of Madness (1994) (This is one of my favorites!)
7. Night of The Creeps (1986)
8. The Satanic Rites of Dracula (1973)

As if 8 movies wasn't enough, Goretacular spilled over into the next day with the following movies:

1. Black Magic (1975)
2. Black Magic 2 (1976)
3. RawheadRex (1986)
4. The Redeemer Son of Satan (1978)
5. The Devil Rides Out (1968)

Needless to say, even if horror movies is not your thing, there was a wide variety that could peak almost anyones interest.  It is sometimes hard to take older movies as horror movies, because they do not age well in what would offend the sensibilities, but they are classics that helped define a genre and lead the way for pushing the envelope.

The list of movies for Goretacular is often expansive and it gets culled based off of who shows up.  If you don't believe me, take a look at what was on the original possibilities list!

If you were to hold any type of  movie marathon, what sort of movies would be on your list?

Love Hate Movies

My husband loves to watch movies. I have a hard time sitting down and watching movies, and it is a victory to my husband if I sit down and watch something with him.   It is a double victory if I admit I liked it.  According to him, I hate almost everything. Here is a list of 10 victories that my husband has achieved in getting me to sit through and admit that I loved them.

1. Fright Night (both, they count as one right? But I will admit I am sweet on the newer one.)
2. Miami Connection (If you sing the song, I might kill you and laugh while doing so.)
3. In the Mouth of Madness (which turned into the gateway drug for all other John Carpenter movies.)
4. Night of the Comet (I have no idea why I like this, but I will sit down every single time it is on and watch it to the end.)
5. Terrorvision (There is so much about this that makes me laugh)
6. The Dungeon Master (This might be one of the worst movies I have ever seen.)
7. Godzilla vs The Smog Monster (It might be the weirdest Godzilla movie I have ever seen.)
8. Final Girls (I really hate camp setting hack and slash movie, but this is a cut above.)
9. Captain Kronos (This has to be one of the best vampire movies by Hammer Horror.)
10. Return of the Living Dead (I can’t believe I laughed as much as I did.)

As you can tell, my husband is a big fan of horror movies. It has take almost a dozen years for me to come around to this far on horror movies.  

Questions for a Dentist

There are many people that dislike an appointment with the dentist. I am ambivalent to it. I don’t have a horrible dental history and my dentist seems to understand that I am a wuss when it comes to any sort of procedure. I was at a check up recently and discovered that my mind wanders to weird paths while I am waiting for the fingers to come out of my mouth. 

I am not on casual enough terms with my dentist or hygienist to ask there weird questions to. To solve this, I need someone to volunteer their plucky child to ask these questions for me. These questions would just be weird from a person in their mid thirties, but would come off as cute and possibly adorable from anyone in the five to ten age range.  

The questions:

1. What are the chances of getting a virtual reality helmet for when you are on the chair?  That way you don’t have to stare into the light and you can swim with sharks. 
2. In the vampire apocalypse, do you think any other doctor practice other than dentist survive? (Because fang rot would be a huge concern.) (Maybe a chiropractor?)
3. Is that your stomach I hear rumbling?

I know it isn’t a huge amount of questions, but they would sound harmless coming from someone much younger and with a little less of a filter than I have. 

Getting Closer to Batman

How many bats does it take to become Batman?  This is the question the question of the week in my house.  It is kind of like the question of how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop.  

Last year there was a bat in the house while I was at work. It is easy to think what I would have done at the time, but it is hard to really know what I would truly do.  A year later from the last bat incident, we were revisited by the brown bat. 

Dib was no help with the bat and Iggins hid under a bed.

It started simple enough. I was puttering around the guest room talking to Laura on the phone when I noticed something at the window.  I didn't have my glasses on, and it was a dusky twilight in the room, so I couldn't immediately identify what was going on.  Less then a minute later, it became clear as a bat flew out of the window and at my general direction. 

Oh, did I scream.  Down the stairs I thundered, hollering about a bat as the winged menace followed me.  My husband was less than thrilled about the nocturnal nightmare fuel that now inhabited the kitchen. My husband and father in law collaborated in the bat removal.  I did my part and screamed every time it flapped around and laughed maniacally when not screaming. The bat was released back into the night air. The whole event was kind of like the thrill of a roller coaster, you don't really know what the next turn is going to be, but that rush of adrenaline makes your giddy with anticipation and makes you silly.

In a moment of silliness, it made me contemplate if I am one step closer to becoming Batman. There is some serious bat trauma that has to happen before Bruce Wayne lost his parents that helped shape him.  I have had some not so serious bat trauma. How many bats does it take to become Batman? 

Organized by Feeling

A long time ago and what seemed like a planet far away, I used to work in a bookstore.  It was only part time, and I loved it.  I loved the people that I worked with, I loved the books, I loved the customers, even the annoying ones.  It was one of the most fulfilling jobs I have ever had. One of the things that the bookstore impressed upon me was organization.  You need to be able to find stuff, so it was always divided up by genre and then alphabetical by last name, unless you were graphic novels then it was divided up by publisher then sorted by series.  There was always a method to the madness. Always.

Now if you fast forward to the present, and remember all of that lovely organization, you can understand why I might have a problem with organizing the home DVD collection by feeling.  My husband has organized it by what he feels should go together, so if you are in the mood for one type of movie, perhaps this other movie might interest you as well.  

If you were in the mood for a zombie movie, he has all the zombie movies grouped together, except for maybe Shaun of the Dead, because after all that is part of the Cornetto trilogy, and trilogies need to stay together.  At first this sounds like he is just organizing it by genre, but there is more to it.  Part of it seems like it is organized by producer, theme and time period it was released.  After all you have to have heart  and a little bit of poetry in your soul to put all the low budget bargain bin early 90's late 80's movies all together.  I think I lost my heart and maybe never had a soul, because I can't organize by DVDs by feeling.   

If I tried to organize by feeling, you would be stuck with a childhood nostalgia category. It would have movies like: Young Sherlock Holmes, The Cat From Outer Space, Vampire Hunter D and Alice in Wonderland (live action) and would probably leave anyone else tying to find a movie completely confused as to how any of those movies even go together.  I think that organizing by feeling is all subjective because feelings change.

Distance

I wrote and then rewrote a post on distance. I wanted to wax poetically about how grateful I am to be able to look back on things and see how far I have come.  Every time I would sit down to write about it, I would mentally distract myself with something else.  Oh look, my Pinterest board is feeling lonely, or look I have another life in Fruit Ninja was becoming a common place thing.   It is amazing that I could have something plotted out in my head and half convinced that I want to write about it, and then when I sit down to do so, I have utter and complete writers block and just get angry and pessimistic about the words that do come out. 

It wasn’t until I was writing out post cards to my friend Steph, that I figured out how to wrangle myself in, and found the perfect way to approach the subject of distance, by not talking about distance. I have a bad habit of putting myself into a box and not knowing how to get out of it. 

My husband had given me a book of science fiction movie poster postcards, and one of the first post cards was of Bela Lugosi‘s Dracula, which made me think of my friend, Steph.  A long time ago when there were still VHS tapes that could be rented, Steph and I had grabbed two pints of Ben & Jerry’s (Phish Food & Cherry Garcia if memory serves) and rented Dracula 2000.   

I don’t really like horror movies.  Or maybe I just don’t like the suspense and anticipation and possible over the top gore unless it is funny. There is something about the music that sets me on edge and gets me all wound up. Most of my friends have realized this over the years that spooky mood music will make me jittery and horror movies tend to have a plethora of mood music.  Based on the cover, Dracula 2000 looks like a horror movie.  It is dark and broody and has a gothic Gerald Butler on the cover.  

To combat my jitters, Steph had purposed a compromise.  We would fast forward through the parts that had potential to be scary and then rewind and watch them when we knew what would happen, so that they no long held the horror factor. (Writing this out, makes me feel like a VHS player commercial, and a really bad one at that. Do people even know how VHS works now?)  It took about three hours to watch movie and we probably spent half that time laughing and rewinding. 

A week or so ago I was flipping through Netflix and Dracula 2000 came up.  I was feeling nostalgic and put it on.  The shortest distance between years is a good memory and a bad movie. Laughter bubbled out of me as I recalled how ridiculous it was to take three hours to watch the movie, and snorted at some of the stars what recent films they are in now. (Nathan Fillion, I am not sure you were supposed to be making me laugh as hard as you did, but thank you for your enthusiasm in Dracula 2000). 

Seven Items

A friend of mine recently queried on social media, that if you were stranded on a deserted island, what seven items would you want with you? This is how I know that I over think things, because I needed to have a few thing clarified before I answered.  After all, I would want completely different things, if I were stranded on an island in the Arctic Circle than if I were stranded in the South Pacific. Also, I needed to know if I was allowed to include people in my list, or if it was just me and a bunch of inanimate objects, kind of like movie Cast Away or if I was going to be part of the crew on Gilligan’s Island and the seven item I had, was what I brought for my three hour tour.  Deciding it was probably a little of both, and that I couldn’t wish for people or animals to be with me, here is my list of Seven Items and some of my reasoning.  

1.        First Aid Kit (If I can’t have the whole kit, I would like the Ibuprofen.)

a.       I am delicate and burn in direct sun light. Being on a deserted island is not ideal for someone that has been cross breed with vampires.

b.       I am a klutz. More accurately I don’t always think before I do things, which leads me to injuring myself.

2.       Encyclopedia Britannica (If I can’t have the whole set, then possibly a dictionary.)

a.       I want the whole set of encyclopedias. Not just one or two. If I am going to be on an island, then I will have plenty of time to read. While it won’t be the most exciting read of all time, I will at least learn something.

b.       It will help me identify bugs that I would want to avoid, because there are pictures in an encyclopedia.  I don’t think there will ever be a time that bugs won’t creep me out. 

c.       Fuel. If I were absolutely desperate and could wrap my head around burning a book, then I would have fuel for a fire that is easy to stack, easy to move and easy to keep dry.

3.       Sewing Kit

a.       It doesn’t even have to be a big one, but having a needle and thread will help me make banana leaf skirts in need be, and keep all the fiddly bits from getting burnt.

b.       Embroidered banana leaf skirts could become a real island fashion statement.

c.       What if I needed to give myself stitches?

4.       Rope

a.       I think that this want self-explanatory. I might need to tie stuff up.

b.       Or use it to make a tent out of banana leaves.

c.       I am really banking on banana leaves being on this island, along with bananas.

5.       Knife

a.       Preferably a big knife that is sharp and not a butter knife.

b.       How else am I going to cut down the banana leaves without a knife?

c.       Or gut fish that I am obviously going to catch and live off of?

6.       Tea Set

a.       I am talking cups, saucers and pot.  I may be on an island, but I can at least pretend to be civilized.

b.       What if there was a tea plant on the island? I would be heartbroken if I couldn’t enjoy a nice refreshing cup of fresh brewed all natural tea.

c.  Also, if I am going to give a personality to an object to keep my sanity, I can pretend they are Disney Characters. Beats talking to a volleyball.

7.        Backpack

a.       I need something with pockets for storage.

b.       If I were harvesting banana’s I would like to carry them in a backpack.

c.       The swallows could carry the coconuts.

It was rather tempting to at liquor to the list, but it would be just my luck that I would drink all the rum, and then fall asleep in the sun. Then my allergy to direct sunlight would kick in and I would die from direct sunlight.  I have also determined that if I were any character on Gilligan’s Island, I would probably be The Professor.   

Cam… I hope you are happy, and I finally got around to answering your question in less than six months’ time, and spent way too much time thinking on this.  

Fine On The Side

 Bradley's Complete Gas Grill Cookbook looks scarier than in really is. I thought that this hard back book from 1982 was going to have dated and possibly some recipes that were going to make my husband cringe and me question my sanity, especially since the cover shows a family that is grilling way more food then the four of them were going to consume. I am trying to intermingle the scary cookbooks with the not so scary cookbooks, so I don't have a month and the end where I am writing about nothing but jello molds.   

It took me a while to figure out where we had acquired this cookbook, since it isn't in usual fair to purchase cookbooks prior to when I was born. After much soul searching and brain racking I figured it out, and figured out why I have this book that I have never cracked open until yesterday. My grandmother gave this cookbook to my husband for Christmas along with instruments of grilling destruction years ago. The cookbook when with the other cookbooks and the grill tools went to hang out with the grill for future use. 

The book survived the great and terrible purge of books, because it came from my grandmother. I don't talk to my grandmother all that often, mostly because the older I have gotten, the more we clash. I use to be much closer to my grandparents and it was really nice to be around them and to chat with them, but now it is just awkward.  I am not doing anything of interest for them and I am past the age of asking for advice and I have grown out of cute grand daughter stage a long time ago and married a boy who doesn't tuck in his shirt and has long hair.  We are people that hold different interests in life and we don't have a lot of common ground anymore. It is sad, but true. When there is something that can link us together even for a moment I hold on it, which is why I held onto this cookbook. 

The recipe that I chose was the Mushrooms On Skewer on page 110 in The Fine on the Side section of the book.   Basically it calls for mushrooms, butter and dried rosemary leaves with some pepper and chives. There was only one way that I could mess this recipe up, is if I stabbed myself with a kabob stick and bled all over the place. I had a little bit of fear that I would die because of a kabob stick puncturing a vein and my part vampire red head abilities would flair up causing me incredible bits of agony and a slow and terrible death like I had been staked in the heart, because after all a mini stake is still a stake and heart and hand start with the same letter, so there was a slim possibility of death. With this in mind I  added was a little bit of garlic powder, because I am convinced that everything is better with garlic and if I am going to die by being skewered by a stake, then might as well add garlic to that burn. I fortunately did not stab myself and die by skewer and have lived to cook another day.   

I made four skewers of the mushrooms and then decided that I would really like some bacon with my mushrooms and the rest of the skewers got wrapped in bacon, because who doesn't want more bacon in their life and grilled bacon and mushrooms sounds like an awesome pizza selection to me.  Mostly because I am a grilling champion and because I had a glass of wine in me to keep me from fussing with the mushrooms every five seconds like I normally would,  everything turned out well. The tasted good, but didn't knock my socks off the way that balsamic vinaigrette mushrooms do. The smoke and the rosemary was a good combo that was pleasing to the taste buds. 

Will I use this recipe again? Probably not, but I am willing to try other recipes out of this long forgotten cookbook.  There were actually quite of few off beat recipes that sounded good and look relatively simple to make. There were also a few other recipes that might require me to learn how to butcher a pig if I ever want to get the exact right cut of meat.  At this point I am going to forgo the butchering and stick to the simple.  I now have completed 2 cookbooks out of 57 for those that are keeping score on this cooking challenge.   

Graphic Novels I Read, But Have Been Too Lazy To Blog About

I love to read, and graphic novels are really easy for me to burn through. Recently I have had a lot of them in my queue. Holidays such as Christmas, Valentine's Day and my birthday with in a three month span have certainly made an impact on my stack of  things I want to read. Here is a short synopsis of what I have been reading and maybe why I haven't blogged about it.

Devils Panties Volume 3 by Jennie Breeden: This is not satanic porn. It how ever is really funny and really insightful comic biography of the life of the artist and writer, Jennie Breeden. I have been following this comic for a a very long time online and when ever I can pick up a graphic novel I do. Thankfully when I was in Philly, the shop had the few that I was missing and I have been playing catch up. This comic contains a fair amount of nerd humor and a lot of heart and boat load of "What Not To Say". This is not a light read. I wouldn't normally blog about this, because it is in the middle of the series and I have read 1,2 & 5, and I haven't taken the time to talk about the other volumes I have consumed.


Flink by Doug TenNapel: I feel like I have been doing a lot of reviews on Doug TenNapels graphic novels, which is why I held off on even talking about this one. It is sort of like when you find a new favorite author and you want to crack out on it, but the rest of the world doesn't get it. Flink is an interesting story about how Bigfoot's  are better people then people are.  It might not really be that way, but considering Bigfoot's aren't trying to prove that humans exist and humans are, I think it might make them the better being. The short of the story is that a Bigfoot finds a boy in the woods and returns him to his people at the peril of his life. It is a fun read, and the black and white art is done quite well.


IZombie: UVampire by Chris Roberson and Michael Allred: This is the second book in the series and previously did a review on the first book a couple of months back. This volume focuses mainly on the vampires in the series.  In this series I find that you have to suspend you disbelief as to what you think the possibilities are, because they are going to need to stretch. The amount of back story given with each character gives you enough to care about the character. By the end of this graphic novel there is a lot of questions in the air, which is why I didn't hesitate and jumped right into volume three.

IZombie: Six Feet Under and Rising by Chris Roberson and Michael Allred:  This is the third book in the series. I was trying really hard not to give any spoilers about what is going on in this comics universe, but everything is extremely topsy turvy. This seems to be a giant monsterfest. You have good monsters, you have bad monsters, and you have brainless monsters, and they are all not trying to get along. You get a little bit of back ground on the main character as she remembers it, which helps move the story along. Right now there are so many directions that this could go in, that I am not sure where this story will end up. I know for one thing, the dead will probably remain dead, but I have to wonder if any of the live characters are going to switch to the dead team.

Dorothy and the Wizard In OZ,   a graphic novel adaptations of L. Frank Baum's Oz novels by Eric Shanower. This is the fourth book in the series, which is enough of a reason why I haven't done a review about this. Mostly because it would be a really long blog post to go over every volume in the OZ series.  Perhaps on day, when I have the time an energy to go over the ups and downs of each of the graphic novels and compare them to each of the volumes in the books series, I will, but until that time comes I enjoy the abbreviated  version of the books with the graphic novels. Most of the series very rarely centers around the Wizard, and mostly focuses on the relationships that Dorothy forms to get out of trouble. In this volume The Wizards is all charm and piglets and the concepts that are portrayed are fun, but also thought provoking. While it isn't the my favorite volume, it does retain the charm that the series is known by and is a fun read and beautiful to look at. 


Dorothy and the Road to OZ, a graphic novel adaptations of L. Frank Baum's Oz novels by Eric Shanower. This is the fifth book in the series, and probably one of my least favorite volumes in the series. It is not a bad book, and there are some really good moments, and the art is beautiful, but I felt like it took the scenic route and marveled at everything it could before it rushed on its way to the end. I am looking forward to the next book in the series and I do think that if any one is a fan of The Wizard of OZ that they should check it out.   



Those are the six graphic novels that I have completed in the last month. Most of them I would not normally talk about, because they are a part of a series. If you haven't read the first one in the series, you probably should. 

IZOMBIE: Dead to the World

It would be really easy to say that IZombie by Chris Roberson and Michael Allred jumped on the zombie band wagon. We live in a very zombie culture. You can find zombies in your video games (Left4 Dead, House of the Dead, Dead Rising, Red Dead Redemption...) and on television (The Walking Dead) and in comic books (Walking Dead, Evil Dead).  Throw a vampire, ghost and werewolf (if you want to be specific, IZombie has a wereterrier not a werewolf) in the mix, and you could have covered all of the bases in the current trends of pop culture for the past couple of years.

If a person is going to do anything with a very recognizable classic monster, you would have to do something completely different. Shambling mindless hordes bent on the destruction and mankind through their cranial cavity has been done lots of times. What makes IZombie an interesting read and stand out from all the other zombie books out there, is that it is old from the zombies point of view.

In the first graphic novel of this series you meet Gwen who is just trying to figure out the best way not to become a  B- rated Bruce Campbell Army of Darkness extra and make her way in life with out being found out about her delicate eating habits. With out giving away everything in volume one, the story gives you a really good back ground into the lore and sets the stage for some interesting developments.

I think that the art is really well done, and the story line is knit together in a seamless fashion. I am looking forward to reading the next volume. I would recommend this to any one that is interested in any of the classic horror lore, because this truly does have a little bit of everything in it with a good does of tongue in cheek amusement.

Second Chance Dreams

A friend of mine posed a question: "If we had a second chance at a dream, what would it be? " Hmmm…A second chance at a dream. Some people would pay big money to get another chance at something.  This question got  me to thinking about all the dreams that I tossed by the way side when I was trying to pick a career as a young and impressionable adult so many years a go.

Dream #1:

I wanted to be an Airline Stewardess. I thought it would be wonderful to travel the world and be exposed to foreign cultures. It would be day in and day out excitement, and would add dimension to my small town up bringing and state of mind. Then suddenly out of know where, a light clicked in my brain. I get motions sickness. And not the, oh well, take a little ginger and you will be fine sort of motion sickness. The sort  of motion sickness that has me trying to find a happy place between despair and nausea with out losing my stomach contents like luggage from a delayed flight.  It doesn’t matter how far I fly, my stomach believes that the entire International Chinese Acrobatic Circus is traveling in its lining. I could only imagine trying to offer some delicious refreshing beverage as I slowly turn green right before the passengers eyes.  It would be a magic trick.  What a fabulous slight of hand that I would have concerning a barf bag and how it got full with everyone watching and no one actually seeing.  I do not want a second chance at this dream.  It would only end in jet lag and stomach acid. 

          Dream #2

I wanted to be a Massage Therapist. I thought it would be fulfilling to be able to assist people with rehabilitating after a serious injury. Unfortunately I realized right away that there are some serious perverts out there that would constantly ask for a “Happy Ending” at the end of any sort of therapy session. Message Therapy has a bad rap of having a boudoir back ground, that I don't think my inner adult would be able to cope with. I am pretty sure that my inner smart mouth teenager would have a field day though.   There are only so many way that I could come up ways to describe genitalia (twig& berries, Sausage & Meatballs etc.) and I do not need to be educated in additional euphemisms. I realized that what I really wanted was to be able to help people without having my profession always be the nudge nudge wink wink sort of thing that the juvenile in me would snicker at when the adult me had a drink or two.  I do not want a second chance at this dream. It would only end in bruised egos. 

        Dream #3

I wanted to be a Nurse.  I thought that it would be thrilling to be an every day hero that would patch up people and send them on their merry way. I would give lolly pops  to all the cute kids that had inoculation shots.   Inoculation shots made me think about how I act when I have to have any sort of shots.  I am not all that pleasant. I whimper and whine and get really snippy with the nurse. At the end I am miffed that that I am never offered a lolly pop and a cool band aid, because I am adult.  Also not only would I have to do injections, I would would have to draw blood. When I was a child the poor nurse drawing my  blood is morphed in my mind into a blood sucking vampire, a daughter or son of darkness.   I do not want a  second chance at this dream. I do not want to feel like I am a blood sucking vampire  at the end of the day with out any of the perks of being a blood sucking vampire.

          Dream #4

I wanted to be a EMT. I thought that it would be awesome to swoop in and save lives every day. I think that I am supremely awesome under pressure and would be able to handle the every day drama that could have. And then I started to think about all the highway accidents out there.  I would have to see horrible horrible things that would never leave the my brain. Things that have been seen can not become unseen. I would have to keep my sanity knowing which ways a bone can come out of the body and  still keep my sanity. No. I do not think that I would be good under that sort of pressure.  I think that I would be crushed if some one were to die on my shift. I think that I would take every loss way to personally, and if I ever had to work on some one that I knew, it would make it ten times worse.   I do not want a second chance at this dream. It would only end in tears.

         Dream #5

I wanted to be a Mortician.  I have a lack of skills with pain, violence and heart  ache. Logically it would be much simpler if I worked with people that would not be able to argue back. I could have a one sided conversation with them, much like I do with my cats and my day would be cool. Yeah. There are a lot worse things then not arguing back at you.  The dead are probably pretty tame, it is the living you have to watch out for.  The idea of having to talk to some one that is grieving unsettles my stomach. I don't have to try too hard to imagine that I would offend someone by talking, since I don't have the greatest amount of tact. I am sure that a game of Boxers or Briefs would be very much out of place at a funeral.  I do not want a second chance at this dream. I do not want to be buried alive by grieving non-dead. 

  I guess the moral of the story is that it is okay if dreams don't work out. It sometimes is for the best. It may not seem that way at the time, because a broken dream is nothing to laugh at. In fact it normally causes quite a few tears.  I may not have one of those glamours jobs that I once dreamed about, but that is okay. Not having that glamour has made room for other dreams and helped me realize what is important to me in my life. Even though I  work hard at my career and spend most of my life working at it, it does not mean that has to be my entire life. My life can be what ever I make of it. A broken dream is just a stepping stone to a path less traveled.