Okay, so Rick and I woke up this afternoon, he rolls over and says:

Rick:Sometimes I just don't want to lay in bed when your Dad and Denise are home.
Me:Why's that?
Rick:Because then you're like porn that I can't watch.

Lol...hee hee hee.

::Wonders if maybe she talks about bellydance way too much:: Nah, people can shove it if they don't like it. It's a part of me. I would be someone else without it. They can just accept it along with me. If they don't want to clear up misconceptions, it's their fault. Speaking of which...not all bellydancers are hot. I just happen to be one ( Read more... )

Tommy came over tonight and we watched Fight Club again. This time in color. I have decided what my favorite part of the whole movie is.

"I am Jack's colon. I get cancer, I kill Jack." hee hee hee...

Interesting thing happened tonight. After being inspired by the dream about Tommy to write the untitled poem below, I was inspired to get out my tarot deck Rick got me for V-Day. Kept pulling cards about taking chances being a good thing and friendships being chancy right now. Hmph. Go figure.

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So the Norman Medieval Faire was this weekend. Friday was kids' day, and we made a killing on games, but not on swords. I didn't get there until 10:30, though, because I got lost getting there (45 min) and got lost looking for our booth, which was the Northernmost and Easternmost booth (45 min). I actually left the house at 9-getting lost made ( Read more... )

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Hmm....well...eh....getting ready for the medieval faire-Yes! That's a topic to talk about ( Read more... )

So....Rick's Mom is finally arriving Sunday. Whew-what an up and down trip this past week has been. I've been rushing to make her a crocheted set of kitchen towels/dish rags-probably going to have to settle for the four rags I have and crochet the topper on the kitchen towel as planned ( Read more... )

Okay, so I had this really weird dream that Tommy and I went on Spring Break to Vegas, since Rick had planned on coming, but couln't get off work. On the plane, we saw Mlle. Robinson, my H.S. French teacher-got up, and talked to her while the plane was in the air. Meanwhile, I keep seeing a woman in the row diagonal to me who looks exceedingly ( Read more... )