Why do I always post when it's late and I'm sleepy?
I am returned. Magnolia Fest was the bestest ever! Check out my myspace blog if you wanna see a decent band list of folks to fall in love with: http://www.myspace.com/valhallaofthedolls Anyhow I spent way too much money on hippie wear, dvd's, cd's, and FOOD. I gained 4 pounds while there, and now my thighs are just a tad too chubby for most of my jeans LOL. I should have pictures soon, as soon as I use up the roll and get it developed and remember how to get them online. Mag Fest is a spiraling whirl of firesmoke, nagchampa, rainbow tiedye, sunburns, hammock cities, fairy children, chilly nights, flaming marshmallows, transcendent late night dancing, ganja cookies, and everything else I wish I had in my life more than once a year. Like they say, Mag Fest is therapy.
AH but Halloween's a comin, I am cheered again already. Tonight we went to the Haunted Hayride, which was way fun. I told Eric, I didn't care if the hayride was stupid, I was just happy to be surrounded by costumes and twinkle lights in the trees and Great Pumkin on the projector screen at the entrance. I bought a strobing glow ring. I made friends with the little girl named Shannon who was practically in my lap every time she got scared on the hayride. Her big sister got so scared she hit me in the head with her witch broom when she was flailing. Tomorrow brings a costumed dinner, then a pumkin carving contest. After that, the winds will tell.
As for Sunday, that is my momma's birthday. Eric's schedule is all discombobulated, so he's working on weekends, so we went to see her on Wednesday instead of this Sunday. It worked out well though, since she was lonely as her husband's been away for a week (his mom's husband died of major alcohol abuse... that's a whole nother story. He's helping with funeral arrangements.) We took momma out to lunch, brought her presents, played games, and watched movies. Then I had to give her her RA medication... by "subcutaneous injection" meaning I had to stab my mom in the stomach with a needle. Very stressful as a first time experience (thankfully she let me practice on an orange a bunch of times) but it was very easy and she says I didn't hurt her. I feel pretty fearless about it now, but I was so nervous. It helped when she told me her husband messed up the first few times because he was so scared of hurting her that he just poked her without it going in, which hurt. So I knew I had to just do it. I used a freckle as a target. Enough about that.
A question: does any one want some dried patchouli? Mine is going wild, and I was going to cut it back and dry it before it gets real cold out, I can probably get another harvest after this one before the big freeze. If you want some gimme your addy and I will send it toot sweet. It'll gimme something to do sunday.