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Hopefully, my monkey knows the way.
Well, I'm a bit unhappy with myself, since I failed to re-stock effectively after last week's show. I'm woefully underprepared for I-Con this weekend. Still, I'm going there with two new Anubis masks...
...so that's something. No belts or headbands to speak of, whatsoever. Ren-faire-type costuming stuff usually does pretty well, so I shot myself in the foot, there.
On the other hand, every time I have to make utilitarian crap I feel like a total sell-out...so at least THIS show is pure art, baby. If you don't need it, I've got it. Woo!
In other news my daughter is thirteen today...I'm officially the mom of a (gasp) teenager! Eeek! To commemorate the event, I plan to surprise her by cleaning her room. She won't mind, since as a fledgling teen she has nothing to hide from me yet. Also, it NEEDS to be done since her room looks like someone "tossed" it looking for the secret files or something...not one thing is on a shelf or in a drawer, it's strewn across the floor like some TV show crime scene. :::sigh:::
I'm not allowed to get angry about it, since it's her birthday and all. :-)
I ordered the COOLEST CAKE EVER!!! for her from "The Dessert Deli", the same place that made my wedding cake. It's little and round and blue with big sculpted vanilla frosting daisies all over it, and says "Happy 13th, Charlotte!" Golden cake with chocolate buttercream frosting layers and vanilla buttercream on top...just like the wedding cake (but smaller). Char's going to flip when she sees it. I'll have to take pictures, since this place makes AMAZING cakes that are edible works of art. I usually make all the birthday cakes in my family (since I'm pretty darn good at it if I do say so myself) but I thought "lucky 13" deserved something truly spectacular.
The monkey comment, by the way, is based on something my husband said the other day. I noticed he was driving with a singularly blank expression...
Me: "What are you thinking? You...look funny."
Him: *startled* "Oh, I was just zoning...taking a nap."
Me: "...While you're driving? Isn't that terribly unsafe?"
Him: "It's okay. My monkey knows the way home."
He went on to explain that his "monkey" is his hind brain...when all higher thought functions shut off and you find yourself on auto-pilot, that's just your monkey taking over.
This is why I still love him. Well, that and the long pretty hair. :-)
I'm about to be terribly busy, what with road trips and goofy-ass sci-fi/fantasy conventions (Mark Singer will be there! From "Beastmaster" Woo!! And George Takai (Sulu from Star Trek)!! Live long and prosper! And Elvira, Mistress Of The Dark (she must be, like, 65)!! It's geektastic!) ...and whatnot. Wish me luck!
...so that's something. No belts or headbands to speak of, whatsoever. Ren-faire-type costuming stuff usually does pretty well, so I shot myself in the foot, there.
On the other hand, every time I have to make utilitarian crap I feel like a total sell-out...so at least THIS show is pure art, baby. If you don't need it, I've got it. Woo!
In other news my daughter is thirteen today...I'm officially the mom of a (gasp) teenager! Eeek! To commemorate the event, I plan to surprise her by cleaning her room. She won't mind, since as a fledgling teen she has nothing to hide from me yet. Also, it NEEDS to be done since her room looks like someone "tossed" it looking for the secret files or something...not one thing is on a shelf or in a drawer, it's strewn across the floor like some TV show crime scene. :::sigh:::
I'm not allowed to get angry about it, since it's her birthday and all. :-)
I ordered the COOLEST CAKE EVER!!! for her from "The Dessert Deli", the same place that made my wedding cake. It's little and round and blue with big sculpted vanilla frosting daisies all over it, and says "Happy 13th, Charlotte!" Golden cake with chocolate buttercream frosting layers and vanilla buttercream on top...just like the wedding cake (but smaller). Char's going to flip when she sees it. I'll have to take pictures, since this place makes AMAZING cakes that are edible works of art. I usually make all the birthday cakes in my family (since I'm pretty darn good at it if I do say so myself) but I thought "lucky 13" deserved something truly spectacular.
The monkey comment, by the way, is based on something my husband said the other day. I noticed he was driving with a singularly blank expression...
Me: "What are you thinking? You...look funny."
Him: *startled* "Oh, I was just zoning...taking a nap."
Me: "...While you're driving? Isn't that terribly unsafe?"
Him: "It's okay. My monkey knows the way home."
He went on to explain that his "monkey" is his hind brain...when all higher thought functions shut off and you find yourself on auto-pilot, that's just your monkey taking over.
This is why I still love him. Well, that and the long pretty hair. :-)
I'm about to be terribly busy, what with road trips and goofy-ass sci-fi/fantasy conventions (Mark Singer will be there! From "Beastmaster" Woo!! And George Takai (Sulu from Star Trek)!! Live long and prosper! And Elvira, Mistress Of The Dark (she must be, like, 65)!! It's geektastic!) ...and whatnot. Wish me luck!
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2. The convention was a hoot. :-) Elvira was actually VERY nice and looks quite attractive and normal without all the make-up.
3. My job, on road trips, is to be "The Nagivator" (not a misspelling). Emphasis on the "nag" and you get the idea. I keep us pointed in the right direction and give helpful tips like distance to the next exit and whether it's on the left or right...otherwise we get VERY lost. Greg's monkey drives just fine as long as he's near home on familiar turf...but he has no ability to read a map (plus, no inclination to ask for directions).