Going Jesus

This week is less intense at work, so it's not a total disaster that I'm operating at about 80% of capacity.
Other Insurance Company will pay for a rental while my car is in the shop.
Weird little joy blips where I suddenly feel like dancing a bit, just not to Bohemian Rhapsody.
Dennis is feeding me homemade pesto tomorrow night, with amazing bread from La Farine.
I have kitty shoes!
Endless supply of Diet Crack and onion dip leftover from party.
News of monkey fairness.
I get to teach Godly Play for the first time on Sunday.
Bonus Simpsons tonight.
I'm making good progress on my niece's ren faire costume, by doing a little bit at a time. It will be ready to be shipped out on Monday.
Biofreeze. I want that big huge pump bottle on the website. Or maybe just a vat of it that I can dip my body into.
I attributed this week's bible study guide to my friend's dog instead of to TheRev, who actually wrote it. The dog looked rather pleased with himself.

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Tuesday, September 16, 2003

sara smash! smash!

Sara is a Giant Lizard that lives Underwater, is Wreathed with Flames, has a Swirly Hypnotic Gaze, spits Ice, and eats Metal. (Strength: 10 Agility: 4 Intelligence: 5)

Unleash your Giant Battle Monster.
via something understood (hi, Chris!)

(think about that people - I live underwater AND am wreathed with flames. I am one bad mammajamma.)
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send for reinforcements, 'cause there's too much here for me to love

That line from Hi-Lo and Inbetween by Neil Halstead is really working for me this week. Despite the fact that I am in pretty much constant pain from the accident (this is just getting embarassing...there's nothing less glamorous than whiplash), there's still a lot of good happening. And I have so many inflatable monkeys peering at me from all over the house. They really got around during the party; I'm still finding them.

Life is pretty freakin' good.
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Sunday, September 14, 2003

drink up me 'earties yo ho

The pirate party kicked booty.

I wore my kitty shoes, but put an eyepatch on one of them so it would be more pirate-y. Very dangerous pink kitty. I also wore a pirate t-shirt from Torrid and figured I was sufficiently pirated. Until the real pirates showed up. I was dramatically out-pirated by that group. (photo left)

I'm not sure you can see the fork-hand in the photo. It's a regular hook hand but with a fork instead of a hook. For the pirate who be tossin' a salad, arrrrrr.

Sea shanteys were sung and played on kazoos, Dennis manned the grill, Jon brought his fabulous guacamole, a baby got out of his diaper and ran around naked, people swam, bad pirate jokes were told, and it was a fine time. I had enough help with cleanup that I didn't dread getting out of bed this morning.

I have a metric buttload of food and beverages left over (surprise) but I'm sure that it will not go to waste. I don't have to buy Diet Crack at all for the next month, and the beer will be transferred to the next party, which I think will be Ryan's PumpkinFest. Yes, I do have about 6 bottles of Two-Buck Chuck left over. Surprise. We drank a mess of tequila, though. I guess the lure of Margarita in a Skull Cup was just too much to pass up.

St. Ned's Jr. High youth group pool party next weekend spontaneously got itself a pirate theme, as I'll be sending all the decorations and toys that way. Arrrrrrr!
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