I finally got through to the Toshiba mothership today. My laptop is being looked at today. Finally. I should’ve had it back last Friday. But at least it’s being looked at so I was told. It better be.

In the meantime I’ve been limping about online using our old desktop computer. I think it’s an old 286. Well maybe it’s not that old, but it’s old.

It died this morning.

Just because I made fun of that old Gypsy’s hairy wart she put a curse on me and now I’m paying the price. Big time.

So now I’m writing this using Evelyn’s computer. Her internet went down here  for awhile.

She blamed it on my bad Mojo. She may be right.

Looks like I’ll be going out to get a cheapie something or nother until my computer returns from the Toshiba mothership. If I knew it was going to be back tomorrow, I’d wait.

However, knowing the luck I’ve had lately, I’m not holding out a lot of hope.

One way or another I’ll have a either fixed or new computer manana.

Pictures of the new goodies tomorrow.

After arriving home after the event he announced that his ankle was hurting- a lot. I took a look-see. It was already swelling and turning colors. (It was obvious to me that by mistake Madame Zelda had used a $10 curse). I searched and finally found an Ace bandage, no small task here in Clutterville. So I wrapped his ankle, elevated it and gave him 4 Alleve. (I’d been told that in an acute situation that you could occasionally give someone 4 Alleve at once). After that I gave him dinner and covered him up. He was asleep before 8pm.

I awoke at 4:30am from a nightmare. I had dreamt that I had somehow been exposed to a gigantic dose of radiation. The only way that I would live is if all my blood was removed then replaced. As my blood was being drained, my skin was falling off. (I told it you it was a nightmare). All the while I had one of those huge bipap masks on. I fought like Hell to live and did live through all the treatments in my dream. The only downside when it was over was that I could no longer drive a car or have sex as much. (On the plus side, my new skin that grew had no wrinkles so I looked fabulous). In the last part of the dream, Doug left me and went off with some bimbo who could have sex all the time. I was PO’d- seriously PO’d. That’s when I woke up. I looked over at Doug and was still PO’d. Logically I knew it was a dream, but it had seemed so real. When Doug woke up later I told him about it. He said “So now I’m in trouble for something I did in a dream?”

When I was at UT, back in the dark ages, I took a course on the psychology of dreams. I wish I’d paid more attention. Maybe I did, but that was 40 years ago and the disc in my brain only holds so much. That info from that course probably got bumped by something more pressing like what time Seinfeld was going to be on for the 4th time today. Other than the bipap mask, which they had on my mom her last day, none of the dream from last night made any sense to me at all. Does everyone have such bizarre dreams? I once had a dream I was in a blimp with Nazis and we were going over the North Pole. Where does this stuff come from? Nazis? Blimps? I can’t even begin to speculate.

I just hope I don’t go back to Bizarroworld tonight. Once is enough. Today’s trivia answer- September 10, 1977.

I hope this is photoshopped

Once again, I’m not a cat person. Is this normal? If this cat came up to me I think I’d be looking for Madame Zelda, the evil, but conservative gypsy who put a curse on me last week.

It is an absolutely beautiful day here in the Houston area. A day like this always makes me think of the my days working at the the Tx Ren Fest. I did that for a looooong time. I can’t even tell you how many years in total. I did it before I knew Doug. I met Richard and taught him to face paint so he could work with me out there. He wasn’t very good at it; but if he needed a dragon or a unicorn painted he’d send his people to me since I was nearby. He had a regular travel camper with a shower. (What a luxury!). That’s back when all the face painters at TRF were hired by the Esoteric Philosophy Center. To this day, I have no idea what that name meant. Before we went work every morning we had to get in a circle, hold hands, sway back and forth and go “Ummmmmmmmmmm”. (I guess we were tapping into some cosmic energy or some such). I didn’t know or care, I just wanted to work there and if that’s what it took to do it then so be it. I hummed. I swayed.

Then I was away from TRF for about 4 years, getting married, having kids, etc.. When I decided to go back Amanda was almost a year old.  Doug thought it’d be a good idea to camp. I was against that, having by now become a princess camper with Richard and his travel trailer. However, Doug was insistent and back then I gave in a lot easier and more quickly. So, he bought a gigantic tent, so we could have “alone time” (He had high hopes.) and we set out for the festival late Friday. He was unconcerned that we’d never set this up before and it was dark. (He should’ve been). Back then, where the participants  camped was in the “inner circle”ie- a large grassy area behind all the shops. This is the part of the fair that the visitors never see. It’s a good thing too- it would destroy all the magic. You see the fairies smoking, the king walking around in his underwear, etc. Anyway,  everything in the inner circle happened by lantern light. Have you ever tried to set up a brand new tent with light from just 1 lantern on the ground? It’s a bad thing. Doug had gone really far in Boy Scouts so I was depending on him to pull this off for us. Perhaps some extreme outdoorsy types could have. Us, not so much.

After all the sweating and swearing was done, our weekend home for the next 7 weeks was finally up and ready for occupancy sometime after midnight. We were exhausted and mosquito bitten. Amanda and I were both cranky. Brett was asleep already. Of course Doug fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. (I hated him for that). I laid down and could feel the sweat trickling down the sides of my body. There was no moving air in there, unless you counted Doug’s farts.  It was a miserable situation.  Then, before I was asleep, Amanda sat up abruptly and barfed everywhere, repeatedly. Doug slept right through it. How can men do that? The smell of vomit mixed with old formula filled the tent. It was lovely. She was covered with vomit, as was her sleeping bag. I gave Doug a good poke to wake him up. He was a good husband and took Amanda and her sleeping bag to the showers while I finally went to sleep. In total I got about 5 hours of good sleep. you know that old expression- “She looks like she’d been rode hard and put up wet?” Well that was me the next morning. My face that morning looked about the age I am now.

The only thing that got me through the next morning was putting on my costume. If you’ve never done it ladies you should. The wenches, or peasants outfits flatter every sort of female figure. If you’ve got no boobs, you put on a bodice and all of a sudden you’ve got cleavage. If you’re zaftig, you put on the waist cincher and voila! you have a knockout hourglass figure with a small waist and perky boobs. Of course, when you take off your finery at the end of the day and everything goes back to the way it was the change can be dramatic and shocking. There’s a lot more from TRF. However, that’s for another day.

I’ve just realized it’s getting late and I’ve got to get to the mall. Doug leaves for Dallas tomorrow and I still have to get something for my reunion which is next Friday night. Blondie and my mom are both better today. I’m back from Crazyland. Thanks for taking the trip with me. Today’s trivia answer- 25 miles per year.

Anyway, since I have the misieries today, the post will be short and sweet. Here’s a video clip that 700,000 people have already seen. It’s about Sirocco, a cute, pudgy, flightless parrot from New Zealand. Since there are only 124 of them in the world, each one is very special. This little guy was born with a respiratory illness and needed immediate human intervention to save his life. They saved his life. However in the process he imprinted with humans and cannot be released into the wild. What you see in the following clip is the result. The clip stops and starts a bit. Please be patient.

The clip is short. Be sure to listen all the way through to catch the comments provided by the zoologist’s friends. They are priceless. Assuming I recover from this bug I’ll be back tomorrow.Today’s trivia answer-London.