Mutual Insanity by Telepathy

Mutual Insanity by Telepathy

Highlight of the weekend while playing Catch Phrase:

"Ok! The ruler during the time of Aladdin."
"The Russian Tzar!"

And you know, it was the right answer.

Finally. A weekend

Finally. A weekend. My first real vacation since tour ended. And I'm going to relax. Unfortunatly I'm not going to relax with the new Harry Potter book because Allie got to it before I did and I couldn't wrestle it out of her grasp.

Ok who done it?

Ok who submitted my name to the muscular dystrophy lock up? I'm not mad. Just curious.

Being productive Regardless

Being Productive Regardless

My back is feeling well enough that I'm attempting to do some cleaning and sewing for my apartment, and a lot of sewing and crafting for our guest room, which will be in use for the first official time this Thursday night and Nancy and I are trying to get it in order.

Being females and relatively crafty, we've compiled pages of magazines pictures of "this is what we want" and "avoid this at all costs." We've been hauling furniture upstairs from the shop. The bed is still is cute as long as you put the broken spindles against the wall. A vanity with fabric long past its prime. A chair with such ugly brocade no one's even attempted to buy it. Extra paint. A coffee maker. A big cappuccino cup (Excuse me? I believe I ordered a large! HE-llo.) And a few hotel amenities that someone has been stealing en masse.

Last night I finished painting. I done one wall a few weeks ago in the rich hot chocolate color. Then I hurt myself. Then we had the half off sale. Then I hurt myself again. So the project was dragging on. And nothing else could be done (The decorating is the fun part). I kept hinting that Nancy ought to have some volunteers finish it, but she didn't take the hint.

So now we're trying to pull together bedding and *ergh* clean the bathroom that hasn't been used in years.

Allie's coming tomorrow to paint the bathroom Robin's Egg Blue.

E.L.F.

E.L.F.

A friend of mine heard about a makeup company that's online and in some department stores now that sells all of their products for one dollar. Why are they so cheap? They don't advertise and they have minimal packaging, which cuts down on overhead. I went online and ordered base, eyeshadow, eyeliner and they added in a lipgloss as the promotional item of the week.

It just arrived and I'm really happy. It looks like stuff you'd buy in a drugstore (back to the cheap packaging) but the makeup is good quality. The only downside is it isn't a huge quantity (Like those Este Lauder mega pressed powder squares). Even so, for $1 you can't afford to go to the drug store and buy it. Shipping was $4.85 and it came in a bubble envelope. Give me a few days to see how the base reacts with my skin (In California I had to buy some really expensive makeup non-everything, and mascara made of seaweed) but for everything else I'd say, I'd recommend it.

They don't have an extensive range of colors and products yet-though what they have isn't shabb. Even their makeup brushes and eyelash curlers are $1. That's way less than you'd pay at Walmart or Sephora. So go check them out here. I think it's worth it. And I ordered it thursday and it arrived today.

Horse People

Horse people sure are different.

For one thing, everyone has a dog. No one has a pedigree dog, unless it's an aussie. And they look like mutts anyway. The dog hangs out at the tent and the horse trailer and guards territory. The dog does not go with the horse into the arena, as ours tried to do, no matter how often he's trotted alongside at practice.

If you're really cool you have a horse trailer slash RV. Those were very popular with the camping crowd.

Horse judging is like ice skating. There are cerain manditory criteria. Then the horse (or rider) is judged on the technical skill and then the overall appearance. In one event they had the technical part, and then one where each rider submitted their pattern and were judged on how well they did it. I guess that would be the artistic portion. For example: lead changes. As near as I can figure, that's when the horse changes from beginning with his right front foot to beginning with his left front foot without breaking stride. Extra points given if you do a "flying" lead change over a "single" lead change. I have no clue what the difference is, but it seemed to be the difference between a flawless second and a flawless first place.

Horse people are not dumb. They've figured out how to make an animal ten times their size mind. They may not use necessarily all the parts of a sentence properly. Or in the right order. And "l-y" doesn't exist. Neither does the distinction between "good" and "well."

I'm going to stop before Allie, who reads this blog, disowns me as "making fun." I'm not. I was totally out of my element. It felt like the odd sporting events I've been to. People were going "oooooh" and shaking their heads and I had NO IDEA what had been done improperly. A lot of the time it seemed to have a lot to do with whether or not the horse "stuck the landing." I'm sure they have a better word for it. And if the rider's hand moved. That was big too.

And if all else failed, and everything else was the same, it came down to who had the coolest hat.

Allie kicked butt. She even went out for some new events she'd never tried. One was an open scholarship class where she competed against juniors and seniors in high school.

And I actually got on a horse. Twice. And got tickled by a foal trying to eat my t-shirt. And I fed a horse an apple.

Tinsel

Ginger got up as usual at five and practiced speed reading till half past six then ran till eight when it was time to shower and go to the cram course...And then to top off the day, a twilight run

...She kept her mind busy memorizing calories. Frozen asparagus tips were good, twenty-two per three and a half ounces, but bamboo shoots were better, just twenty-seven calories for three quarters of a cup. Raw snap green beans were better yet, a whole cup barely thirty two. And seven eighths of a cup of drained cooked cauliflower were twenty-two, so there was a pal when you needed one. Celery and chicory and lettuce and chard, there were nice to have around too. So many wonderful things to eat, so many friends.

Nights she and Freddy or sometimes the whole family had orgies of movie-and theatergoing. A Taste of Honey and Becket with Olivier himself and Gypsy with Merman and Irma La Douce with Elizabeth Seal...And Breakfast at Tiffany's with Audrey Hepburn who was super but starting to get fat.

From Tinsel by William Goldman. Pages 211 on are the best bit on anorexia I've read.

And if his name sounds familiar, he wrote The Princess Bride.

Mrs Murphy's Chowder

For my Sister. Who Couldn't remember the words.

MRS. MURPHY'S CHOWDER

Won't you bring back, won't you bring back, Mrs. Murphy's chowder

It was tuneful, every spoonful made you yodel louder

After dinner Uncle Ben used to fill his fountain pen

From a plate of Mrs. Murphy's chowder

Chorus

Ice cream, cold cream, benzene, gasoline,

soup-beans, string beans, floating all around

Sponge cake, beefsteak, mistake, stomach ache,

creampuffs, earmuffs, many to be found

Silk hats, doormats, bed slats, democrats,

coco bells, doorbells, beckon you to dine

Meatballs, fish balls, mothballs, cannonballs,

come on in, the chowder's fine

Won't you bring back, won't you bring back, Mrs. Murphy's chowder

From each helping you'll be yelping for a headache powder

And if they had it where we are, you might find an Austin car

In a plate of Mrs. Murphy's chowder (chorus)

Won't you bring back, won't you bring back, Mrs. Murphy's chowder

You can pack it, you can stack it, all around the larder

The plumber died the other day; they embalmed him right away

In a bowl of Mrs. Murphy's chowder

Movies in the Park

Movies in the Park

For those of you living in the Yakima Valley, Allied Arts is bringing you outdoor movies at Gilbert Park all summer. Showtimes are at 8:30. Free with a can of non-perishable food for NW Harvest.

July 24: The Princess Bride
July 31: The Lion King
August 7: Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
August 14: Monsters Inc
August 21: Shrek 2

Beautician

Playing Beautician

I got fed up this morning with split ends and bleached frizzies. So I cut my hair. With my sewing scissors. Nothing fancy. Just trimmed about an inch off and then went for broke and tried some layers. It appears to have worked.

At least, it doesn't look like I was attacked with a weedwacker.