All that talk about Togas, and I forgot to get a picture of it. I was having that much fun. Trish and I had the best Togas. Of Course. Mine was shiney metallic blue, her's was wispy faerie type material.
Then, Trish doused me in glitter. I will *never* get rid of the glitter. I have washed my hair several times. I have not gotten rid of the glitter.
So, it became my goal to 'glitter everyone' by rubbing on them. I got Randy on his face, when he gave me a huge hug. I have missed his drumming soooooo much. It's wonderful what that boy can do with percussion. Trish and I frolicked and danced and just became energy sluts. I realize that will not make a whle lot of sense to a lot of you, but, I can't explain how it feels to be drunk on a sound.
I glittered everyone in my path.
So, I got to hear Greg play (I sooo got that gig for him) and then I got a toga party....after toga party, went to bed.
Woke up at ELEVEN. I never sleep past 6:30 a.m. even at a festival.
Notice that there is glitter everywhere.
I went around taking pictures all day. Slightly grumbling at the bright blue sky. I talked much with many. I enjoyed the oddly beautiful weather, and for once, I wanted rain. I did not wish to be in the mud flats for Sunday night drumming. Trish wanted rain, she wished for rain. Audra wanted rain.
We got rain.
and thunder
and lightening
and downed trees
and funnel clouds
and power outage
Did we have anything to do with that storm appearing?
Prove that we didn't. :P
Power was restored Early Monday morning.
I enjoyed the rain at night as it lulled me to sleep.
I drummed, I danced, I squished my toes in the mud, I had a long conversation with the very fine staff maker. WHO CUT HIS HAIR. But, still looks very... very... fine. I didn't think that he would show up and I was getting a ride in my chariot (I'll explain that) When I saw him, and I said, "STOP HERE"
Jump off of cart and nearly tackle the staffmaker. Yes, he does have a name, but staffmaker sounds intriguiging.
My chariot, is in fact, a 4 seater golf cart. picture me on my knees (perverts) on the back seat(perverts) grabbing the two men in the front seat by their hair. Those were my reins. I'm very resourceful. I'm sure with a little maneuvering i could have found the 'emergency break' had they not stopped.
babiesssssssssss. there were three babies with which i was allowed to love, cuddle, kiss, rock to sleep, and just hug them. i love babies.
i can't be bothered to remember more, i'm all muddy, must clean up.
The washermachine was dumping water on the floor again. I roll my eyes to heaven and think, I should be a washer machine repairperson. I finally get allll the water up, eat my breakfast, lay a blanket on the floor, and get my tools ready. I look up. The discharge hose has jumped out of the pipe. I am soooo glad that I did not have the washer apart before I noticed the obvious.
I am excited about this weekend. There is not too much to do before I leave, and I am hoping that I can actually go to the pool before John gets home.
This retreat is usually the most cozy, the most intimate, the one most frequented by rain. This year looks to be no different. Rain in the forecast for ever day. This is why you become staff and get a cabin. Oh, the life.
I cleaned house on Wednesday, so I only have laundry to finish. It will be nice to come home to a clean house. Even nicer to come home to a dryer since everything gets wet there.
It's going to be exceptional this year, with the return of my friend Randy. Not to mention the toga party.
Aw Yeah.
I don't like continuous rain either, but I find that lately the rain... hasn't gotten in my way. In fact, It's been good little raindrops. The rain comes at night and helps me sleep. The rain comes while I'm at work. I was pretty sure that I just needed to be grounded and that water was the method. Two days of swimming and some thundershower lullabies and I'm calm.
Even the cicadas aren't really bothering me. Gross, true, but I'm okay with them.
A wasp has made her nest in the corner of my front door. I am loathe to bother her because, I believe it to be good luck. But it would be bad luck to get stung when they start getting protective. So, wasp nest will be removed shortly.
It's calm times that make me understand that life doesn't have to be dominated by my desire to please others, or my desire to materialize my muse in as many avenues as possible.
Work is done, I am home. Purring kitty, EE Cummings, and chirping birds.
Calm
Ohhhh, I love my pool... I love my pool, Oh, how I love my pool.
Today, work, was by far the worst that it's ever been. we had an SOE from the VP of operations, and it was a disaster. Just a disaster. I can't even begin to describe. They even called in extra people from night shift. It didn't matter especially when night shift doesn't do 1/4 the rush that day shift does. Little miss came in there acting like a queen and left with her tail between her legs. She was completely rude. When she first came in, she said, 'If I would have known, I would have brought my ho remover' referring to Tiffany. She thought she was going to run her mouth all through lunch too.
Totally uncalled for, totally unprofessional, totally rude, I am glad her ass got kicked. General Manager handed her a very large attitude adjustment.
I will never think it was a large enough adjustment, but oh well, I'm not management. Not my headache.
To coddle ourselves after a hard day, Tracy and I went to the dollar store and bought swimming accessories. We bought goggles, noodles, inflatable tube, flip flops, a beach bag, and kick boards.
We're hard core.
John has noodle envy.
He wants my noodle.
My goggles didn't work so well, so I think I'm going to have to buy a mask.
Swimming just seems to help separate the bad from the good, and it's just total relaxation. I find the children rude and annoying, but I think that's the spinster coming out in me.
They just seem to have no care or ability to respect if someone is swimming laps, you shouldn't do cannonballs right in their path, as in, nearly jumping on you.
I shall complete my mean old lady status pending upon two things. About 30 more years, and a small conversation with the rental office about parents not really watching their children.
I am going to sleep so well, and then I'm going to wake up with sore arms.
Today is as usual, odd.
I tried to have a conversation with John about some concerns and nothing came out right.
Work was different, they had me on a different position and I am thrilled about that. I enjoy a little change.
Our apartment community has a swimming pool, they opened it up today instead of waiting until next monday. Yay. Tracy and I went there and swam quite a bit. There, I received confirmation, that I have no sense of direction because I kept losing my way. That means, I can't swim straight.
The children continue to take care of the cicadas. I am thrilled.
After swimming, Tracy pierced my ear, which is what I've been wanting for a while, but kept putting off, wasn't bad at all. I know it's going to be sore for a while, but I am hoping to bribe the afflicted ear with frozen washcloths.
I swam and I swam and I swam and I swam.
Tomorrow, Tracy and I are going to go to the store and get swim gear. Woo hoo!
The water felt sooooo good.
:)
Gotta love the clash.
Today has been an odd day. It began with a bit of nasty business, and ends with a bit.
Among highlights for today, would be going to Dayton Airport and waiting for two hours for an arrival that I was given the wrong time for. I had no contact information. I had no flight information, I finally called Dusty and begged her to do an on line search for me since I'm horrible at numbers and hers was the only one that I had on me.
Finally, at 9:30 at night, I am home. It's very aggravating to have a six hour chunk of your day taken away to nothingness. Thankfully I had a project with me so I was not completely lost. But it was still annoying non the less that I spent time freaking out that I didnt need to. grrr.
This weekend was great. Dusty totally helped me clear out the storage unit, and I am happy to be free of that junk and clutter. We were outlaws this weekend, as we kindly 'borrowed' the use of a dumpster... twice.
Now, I wait for daylight to unload the car. I have no desire to encounter the cicadas on my porch. gross.
Although, thankfully, the children seem to like to get rid of them for me. knock yourself out kids. I'm gonna have to buy some Kool Aid.
Oh yeah.
Dusty and I have had quite the weekend, and I do believe we were both worn out. Poor sunburned bustduffalo.
well that's all for the moment. shower music and pillow
ciao
x
Anyone else have any lessons that pound them in the head? I have this lesson. I want to do everything... yesterday. I make plans and progress and then I stall... because I'm not there yet. I know that there will be obstacles, but when the obstacles present themselves, I just
sulk in some limbo land.... further than I was, and not quite where I want
to be. What's worse, is that I accept that sometimes. I think to
myself, "Well, at least you are further..." Then I get distracted by other things.
Self sabotage. If there was a class, I could teach it.
I have seen Troy.
Click on "MORE" if you wish to read. There are spoilers in my review.
ciao.
I suggest you not read further if you want a glowing review.
What the mother fuck.
How the hell can you go wrong?
How?
Allow me to disect...
Is all that really neccessary?
Woman wailing in backround the whole time. That means the soundtrack was horrid for 95% of the time.
Muddy
The war scenes looked a lot like people just randomly hacking each other because you really couldn't tell the sides apart in battle. It was muddy. Muddy is the best way to describe this sea of shiny and dull clashings.
Shaddup about the Virgin already
I will say that there is one particularly good scene with Brad Pitt and Apollo's temple virgin Perseus (pronounced Per SAY us) However interestingly erotic, its really annoying to hear your signifigant other blather on afterwards about 'the virgin this, the virgin scene that' bleah. Yes, thank you mr white male america for reinforcing the current social obsession with purity. It wasn't Apollo and Perseus... it was THE VIRGIN, if I were to go back and see the credits, I half expect to see 'the virgin' as a listed character.
Gods... Goddesses... Hello?
My major rant.
WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKIN MOTHERFUCKER??? NO GODS NO GODDESSES. AS IF. WHO WAS SMOKING CRACK? I'M TALKING APHRODITE, APOLLO, ZEUS, POSEIDON. ONE CAJUN SPICE ENEMA SERVED RIGHT UP FOR MR SCREENPLAYWRITER. IT CHAFFS ME. IT CHAFFS ME BADLY.
We've already established that I'm a shallow, shallow woman
While hot bodies and hotties of both sexes abound, and i must say i got a hankering to do laundry... there were that many washboards. i was amused, and not amused at the careful placings of objects, and women to keep from showing groinage. let me tell you ladies. a smidgen lower. a smidgen of a smidgen lower, and there would have been gold in them there hills. but alas.
Butt alas!
*snorts at her own writing*
since we've established that i'm shallow, i'd like to establish that i'm also greedy. please sir, may i have some more?
achilles
beautiful. not in a gorgeous sort of way, even though he is gorgeous, this was beautiful style, beautiful acting, and absolutely wonderful dedication.
paris
everyone who knows me knows that i think Orlando Bloom is probably one of the most beautiful men on this planet. as a photographer, i wanted to kick the person who decided on the angles. this is a talented man with features that are impeccable.... WHAT THE FUCK MADE YOU DECIDE TO SHOOT HIM FROM SO MANY UNFLATTERRING ANGLES. It shouldn't be possible.
Helen
Intriguiging. I thought beautiful enough and exotic enough.
I am inclined to think that it was bad writing for her part, and not lack of talent.
Thirty minutes
I wanted to lose myself in the film. But found that it was near impossible. About thirty minutes of it allowed me to do so, but the rest of it. not really.
Story line
the end of it says, "inspired by Homer's Illiad". I think that it should say 'loosely inspired by Homer's Illiad." soooooooooo glad that i did not brush up on my Illiad before seeing this movie, i would have seethed.
I give this film 2 out of five Avocados
All in all, it was as I expected. Shadows trying to tell stories of warriors bigger than the big screen.
A to Z
A-Age- 31
B-Blood Type- O+
C-Candy you prefer- Something Chocolate and Peanutbutter
D-Dream that frequently returns- end of the world type stuff
E-Easiest person to talk to- Audra (She adopted me)
F-Favorite songs at the moment- Freak a leek and Hey Ya
G-Game you currently play- marriage
H-Hometown- Alexandria Virginia
I-Instruments you play- djembe drum
J-Job you wanted to get once- secretary for the art college (sniff)
K-Kind of things you collect- freaks
L-Longest car ride ever- Southfield, MI to Long Island, NY
M-Means of transportation- Isobel, my '88 Dodge Colt, and a broom.
N-Number of siblings- 5 and then some.
O-Oddest thing you’ve eaten- frog legs. When i was a little girl.
P-Phobias- sometimes crowds, sometimes closed in places
Q-Quote you like- 'Nothing is coincidental'
R-Reason to smile- purring kitty nap
S-Song you sang last- Freak a leek
T-Time you wake up- 5:45 a.m.
U-Unknown fact about me- i never got my wisdom teeth
V-Vegetable that you hate- okra
W-Worst habit- overcommitment
X-Ack, there’s no X!!!
Y-Yummy food- GUACAMOLE!
Z-Zodiac Sign- Aries
I feel
the creeping jade
move
from my thoughts
and into
my veins.
Never a second thought,
that
I'd be
incomplete
after touching
you.
I had been preoccupied
with the plaguing desire
to possess
you.
Consequences arrived upon your departure.
When
was
greener?
I stand on this side of the fence;
longing for
when
we dreamed with our eyes
open,
and lived with our eyes
shut.
a friend of mine once told me that people dont change. i insisted that they did. i changed. therefore other people could change.
now, i think he was right.
i could shoot myself in the foot right now, if i hadn't done it so well already.
YMCA
they've built a new one here in good ol Florence, and John and I are going to join. I've been craving a swimming pool for a while, and this is just the ticket. I will be so stylish with my swim cap. I have no desire to expose my hair to the chlorine on a daily basis, so suck up the vanity and wear a swim cap.
They don't have a fuckin hot tub. That's the only bad thing that I see. But other than that, everything appears to be hunky dorey. I will take mass pictures of the place.
Anyhow, I used to swim when I was younger and I really miss it. I just want to feel completely encircled, and weightless, and cool and calm.
I hate fitness plateau. I hate it with a passion.
http://msnbc.msn.com/id/4908305/
When an organization posesses the numbers and ability to make an imact for good.... why do they constantly do stupid shit?
Never said I was the brightest creature.
Sometimes it sucks when your friends are hotter than you. :P
But it doesn't when they'll only dance with you.
Got sweaty
Gave out dollar bills with my teeth
Dawn busted her britches while dancing on the bar. That absolutely must go into the history book.
Ringing.....
Ringing....
somebody answer that.
Oh, it's my ears.
Bed time.
Ow. Ow Ow.
Suck it up. Its just a bloody toe.
That I'll be sorry in the morning.
This morning I cracked my toe. Bruised and broken. Tried to call off work, too shorthanded. I hobbled through my workday.
Then, tonight is the dance fest with my own DJ for a bitch.
I am not missing this. No siree.
I have been soaking my foot in epsom salt for the past three hours and it's limbered up quite nicely considering all the complaining it gave me today.
I do believe the quote of the day was, "I've never heard you say fuck so many times as much as you have in one sentence."
Yes, well, let me leave John's boots in the middle of the floor for you to crack your fuckin pinky toe on.
grrrr.
But, I now remember how good a foot soak feels.
Ahhhhhhhh.
Not looking forward to sekatas. I'm buying a gym membership so that I can work out in comfort, away from sekatas.
gotta make my fettucini and mow (rhymes with OW) it down.
lets hope that i got the swelling down, and can muster enough ibuprofen to make me believe that it doesn't hurt :P
boogie oogie oogie
My wee brain melted.
I suppose it was an epiphany. But I've had epiphanies before. This was beyond epiphany. It was the intersection of belief and inclination. I've been walking inclination all this time under the guise that I believed this or that. And somewhere somehow, today, my brain took a right turn onto belief and the thought melted my brain.
It all started with 'big talk'. You know the subject came up, "Have you ever pondered why you are here?"
The answer, "Sure, but I always considered the question futile since it is unanswerable."
And the question just sort of hung about in the air. Link onto that a chain of big questions without human capability to answer, and find Hawkie plugging her ears for fear her brains may seep out.
I have been putting together a lecture on Kitchen Witchery. I will be presenting this material in September. I've been devising a way to approach my subject since I do not wish to include religion, or even the lack thereof. I want to break it down to the practice, not neccessarily the reasons or the lore.
The first reason being that I've issues with faith, religion, and belief. I have catholic tendencies, native american blood, a baptist upbringing, and a profound need for a constant connection with nature. I have no wish to turn my class into a debate.
The first sentence of my lecture usually begins with one of my first thoughts. My impetus, as it were.
The goal is to leave the lightest footprint possible, that the wind may blow away riff, but the hearts of our descendants may keep the treasure.
The second sentence of my lecture is to state the purpose of the next one and a half hours in which I have (hopefully) open minds before me.
To teach in some small part the practice of womanhood as defined not by culture or repression, but by the personal choice to tend her hearth and be a nurturing being, by using the tools and performing the duties most often performed in the kitchen.
In my lecture, I intended on touching upon the phrase, 'reuse, reduce, recycle'. And I had the thought of trying to give these women a visualization of the amount of unneccessary waste that as a society, is acceptable. When I applied the realization to myself, and my life, I then melted my brain as I looked around to the neatly packaged insert multiple items cluttering my home during their brief stay before they end up at the landfill.
Then, to further my horror, I went to Walmart, where I could buy almost nothing in good conscience. Which helped my pocket book, but was akin to a PETA person finding themself in a mink coat factory.
Insert dazed walking around, and leaving with THREE items. How do you do that?
So I melted my brain, and I doubt it'll ever return to the bliss that is ignorance.
I'd be one well connected person.
So, Remember me talking about going to Jillians and how the DJ sucked because he wouldn't play my requests, and was only interested in playing for the cookie cutters and flirty with the floozies?
Well, there's a cashier at work that said that she used to work at Jillians... Here is the part that I explain to her just how bad the DJ sucked.
This is the part where she tells me *that's* her 'old man'.
ehmmmmm.
This is the part where I apologetically backpedal a bit.... (cowardly, yes, I know.)
She proceeds to go home tell her man that he needs to play my motherfucking song and invites me out this weekend with the words, 'You're on the guest list, and my man says he'll play as many, and any, songs that you want.'
Aw Yeah.
I get in free and I get my music.
I might have said this already, but last week I was complaining because I might have to replace my washer, I really needed a shelf, and my sewing machine needed repairs.
I go to the dumpster to take out the trash, and there is a white shelf, a sewing machine and a washer.
*scratches head*
*addresses universe*
'Since you are listening, I thought I'd bring it to your attention that the powerball is up to 200 mil this week.'
John is going to Dayton this weekend, I can clean like crazy, after I score me a lottery ticket.
Life is Grand.
Next week Mr Morris. Next week.
Friday, John and I jumped in the car and headed for Dayton. Unfortunately, we packed the car without my suitcase and did not discover it until I needed my suitcase. This means that camera, and vital items were in my suitcase prompting me to buy a few items to get me through the weekend.
I was able to borrow some of Amy's clothes, and I enjoy being around Amy, Chuck, and their three girls. Samantha, Jessie, and Brigit. We watched a couple movies, chatted a bit, and grilled out.
And I would like to extend another thanks to Calima for the baked/roasted garlic trick. I can't tell you how good it is. This time I put them in the same tin foil as 8 oz of mushrooms. I added this to pita with red pepper hummus, and gobbled it down.
On Saturday, we did not leave Dayton as we had originally thought. John did not know where he was supposed to be going to chop wood, and Columbus was not 'on the way' to this wood chopping party. The weather started kicking up and gave a great thunderstorm.
Later that night we decided to go dancing. Again, I borrowed Amy's clothes and we went to a club called 1470.
and
o
m
g
freak central. Goth club top floor, hip hop bottom floor. Great music for the majority of the evening. There were a few times that the beat was just too incessant for too long, so, I sat one or two out. The DJ was great and seemed to be smart enough to be quiet for most of the night, and slowed the beat back down when too many people left the floor. Lots of long haired lucious future closet companions dancing all in black and trench coats swaying. Men in eyeliner and lipstick. People dressed in semi bondage attire. I usually dance with my eyes closed, but I kept opening them so that I could gawk a bit more.
I ended up being dragged off the floor at 3 a.m. I wanted to stay longer, but everyone else was ready to leave.
i love dancing, i would dance forever if i could