Hopefully, my monkey knows the way.

[merimask]

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! 

Comments

[merimask.livejournal.com]

Oh wow...now it's ~killing~ me! What the heck did they find??

The funny thing is (regarding the fact that I'm not religious or anything of the sort) the only thing I can think of that'd SHOCK me if I found it in Char's room would be...religious stuff! You know, like a Bible or a treatise about intelligent design or something like that. Not that I'd freak...it'd just be funny. She does have a little Shinto Tori up there, and I did buy her a little Buddah statue the other day. Perhaps she needs a dashboard Jesus to even things out. ;-)

Yeah, Greg has such nice hair, and he's very careful to keep it that way (he fusses over it and ties it back tightly every morning before he goes to work...his office is fairly conservative but no one minds the pony tail). Before he met me, he didn't know (or care) about conditioner but now he's addicted to it, and his hair is shinier than mine. No fair.

[golden-meliades.livejournal.com]

Actually, it was just one of the stories I was writing. Mom found it under my bed and read it, and the excrement hit the oscillating device, as they say. It wasn't written to proper moral standards according to the religion I was raised in. And back then, writing was even more important to me than it is now. I'd have rather given up my whole life than quit writing, or only write about specifically approved things.

Sounds ridiculous, right? But it totally devastated my folks'. My mother's heart was broken. I supposed you'd have to imagine it more like...oh, finding a murder weapon under Char's bed, or something. You know, finding out she had done something that you'd always taught her was completely wrong, and made her a different person in your eyes.

I still don't think about it. Ever, if I can help it.

Men have an easier time having nice hair than we do because they don't damage it like we do. They don't perm or bleach it, usually...so it doesn't fray/break/get frizzy. And dry or frizzy hair can't be shiny.

My hair is very short and I only colour it, I don't bleach...so it's very shiny. Yay! Gotta count your blessings wherever you've got 'em. :)

They sell dashboard Jesuses? (haha, 'Jesuses'.)

[merimask.livejournal.com]

Aww... Now I feel bad. :-( You didn't have to share that if you didn't want to (I just couldn't imagine what the heck you could possibly do that would be so devastating...you just don't seem the type).

Your hair ~does~ look shiny, and healthy. Mine used to be so pretty, but it started thinning after I had Charlotte (hormonal thing, I've read. Fairly common) and it just doesn't do the same things it used to. Wigs seem like a fun idea...I think when I get older I'll have a collection of them, and then trying a new look will be as easy as switching hats.

[lotus-faerie.livejournal.com]

Long hair is sexy, isn't it? My boyfriend's is down to his chin right now, which I love, but he insists it's too long and keeps tying it back. Pooh. :(