No, the fucker did not get me soy ice cream, yet insists that he will. So, I have not been happy with him. He *will* get it. .... or else...
So, that leaves this weekend. I messed up my weekends. I have no clue how Dad said June 27th, but Tara doesn't arrive until Aug 27th. Its a damn good thing that I called him instead of just heading out.
So, I headed north to Origins conventionland to meet up with Dusty and the gals. It was a lovely weekend. I ate like a queen all weekend, and will pay the piper this week for it.
I introduced Dusty to chocolate Silk Soy milk which is my fave breakfast treat.
I don't have too much to say about Sean Astin at the convention other than I felt that he was more than patient, humble and accomodating. I was impressed by his willingness to interact with people, and his patience with the strange element. Oh, and that he obviously loves his wife.
I made Dusty walk slowly down the red carpet and pretend it was a red carpet just for us. heheh
We went to the North Market which is a really nifty place. There was a lady selling soy candles and she showed us how they burned clean without soot, and that they didn't burn hot like parafin, they burned warm. She dipped her fingers in the top of the candle she had burning and rubbed it into the back of my hand and with that she sold me, I *love* candles. I especially love candles that smell good, and I especially dig that you can wear it like a fragrance oil. I bought one for me and one for Dusty. I chose 'pearnilla' which is obviously part pear scent and part vanilla scent and i lit it as soon as I got home and I can't keep my fingers out of it :P
So, this got me thinking... "Can I make my own soy candles?" And whaddayaknow? I did an internet search, and yesindeedee I can make my own. While I would love to continue to give my patronage to ms joyofsoy.net I can't afford 8.00 a candle, even if it does burn for 65 hours.
I also took Dusty to my Lady's house and we chatted there for a while before hooking up with the gals for lunch and then hitting the road.
Yes yes yes yes... Duane was not at work on Sat, so I dragged Dusty there again to take a look at him and flirt with him this morning. I wondered if he'd remember me, or even recognize me. A lot of people don't anymore. So he did recognize me, and we chatted and flirted a bit and he commented on my burn and basically quizzed me on what I did to treat it. He's still fine, his hair is longer ( *pant* ) and there is no ring on his finger. However, he does have a bit more of a belly than he did before. Not that this matters to me... I just always thought that a belly was a sign of a woman's presence. Or maybe he's a good cook. Right...
Like I need another male to obsess over/have problems with... etc etc.
I really needed a weekend away, it truly helped raise my spirits and gave me a bit more steam to continue onward with my tasks.
p.s. i smell like pearnilla. can you imagine how much of an enticement this fragrance is? think about it. men like smells (most of them do anyways) and if the way to a man's heart is through his (ribcage) *ahem* stomach... what male could resist woman smelling like yummy edible things like pears and vanilla.
quake. quake now penile appendage packers.... i shall have dominion!
Posted by hawkie at June 27, 2004 10:56 PM