Fiction

I have a rash of thoughts today. They are kind of itchy and now they are going to ooze on over to you.

Wouldn't it be funny if a character in a movie would shake a hand or touch an object and get images that s/he believes real. And they are always really gruesome. But they are never true. Ultimately funny in an anticlimactic way.

Also, I am reminiscing about my childhood. Particularly the bits in Montana. Every time I think about it I get the same feeling. It is in my chest, like it is laid open with a brisk breeze drying it out. I went for one of my long walks (I do it every year) and thought about it. I get these feelings very strong when I set out on an adventure, a long walking adventure. Here in Montana if you go anywhere on foot it is a long walk. On the ranch I would back some water in a bag along with a towel and a crystal and some marbles you know the essentials and head into the rims across the creek and up the hill. It was a long golden brown walk. I would also walk the other way for the perfect hill to fly a kite on, really I could get my pink and purple uni-peg up to dizzying heights. Sometimes I think my childhood can be summed up with penny candy, crisp sun and walking down Livingston alleys. Today I think the main roads a bottle of water and a really long walk gets to the point.

Lass Riddlin Maggie at Shrewbury Faire

I am waxing nostalgic, again. Imagine, a Cancer that loves to think about the past. Even though my now is great, if only I could get out of my own way. So part of my past is The Shrewsberry Renaissance Faire. It is in Oregon by Kings Valley. I was trying to find some cool pictures from this year but they have too many filters on them for me to enjoy. I went in search of Shrews Re-enacting past. I found it. And there were even some pictures of ME! How delightful. I had to search pretty hard, but what better task for a zoned out nostalgic narcissist. So here they are straight from 1997! They are all from Fairely Decent Photography

See me? I am the third lady from the front.



I was a washerwoman in full bodice and brawl. That straw can be just a little abrasive when you are already wet!

That is me and my brother! He has always been such a cutie!

I would riddle little children. For example:
Riddle Me this
By my crooked teeth I live or Die.
Turn my head once you may go by.
Turn my head twice and stay and rot.
Say, who am I?

~OR~

Just say my name and I disappear.

Often the parents would answer and be very impressed with themselves. I love riddles too, but I tried to keep them easy for the kids. Of course I don't remember the easy ones.

Wild Eyed and Foot Loose

I think I have mentioned I am just a little neurotic about taking pictures of me. So here are more. I got ready for a night out with the girls. I had a new outfit and a new bra. I felt pretty damned snazzy. Too bad I go out with the prettiest girls in Livingston and am chopped liver next to them. I like the lighting which looks industrial and the poses which look boudoir. Classy juxtaposition. See my zippy red hair?

update on me

I got a new job at the company. In the IS department. I am really excited. I will be a system analyst and work 4 tens. Wish me luck! It will be a big change.

Also I got most of my hair chopped off. I donated 10 inches to Locks of Love. So I officially announce the return of WHO HAIR!

Smarter than the Average Bear

My family has always said that we are smarter than the average bear. I finally have proof!
Smart or Stoopid said i am 23% smarter than the average bear. I wish I was a little smarter, but I will take what I can get. How about you? What is your score?

What do you think of when i say SACK?

I remember when I went to college in Eugene Oregon I bought some stuff at the convenience store on campus. I had several items so I asked for a sack. The cashier a young male college student looked at me HORRIFIED. He asked "where are you from that you call a grocery bag a sack?" I decided not to dignify him with a response (and my cheeks were bright red because I understood what other sack he was referring too). Later I was asked if I had a maritime accent by an overeager TA trying to build rapport like the pedagogue class said. I think it was because I said "eh" and had an boot in my about. My friends and I charted a correlation between the times I was asked if I had an accent to the times guys were hitting on me. It was a high correlation. I think it is because, just like my handwriting, my language and accent is mercurial. Anyway per the next quiz here lately I am solidly General.

Just a quick note: here in Montana, sack means grocery sack.


Here is my linguistic profile:

70% General American English

10% Midwestern

10% Yankee

5% Upper Midwestern

0% Dixie

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Something Wicked this way comes... Is It Me?

Or is it just hot in here? I have been browsing Montana blogs. Lots of pictures of snow and sunsets. I found one person in Bozeman that is 14% evil. I took the test and I have to agree with the results. I fight evil every day. I strive for Christ spirit perfection with varying degrees of success. It is getting easier and most of my evil answers come from a self and land far away.

You Are 24% Evil

A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.

How Evil Are You?

Myself

I have a deep and dark confession. I think I may be a narcissist. I used to constantly take pictures of myself. The quality is questionable, I think I may look a little tweaked out in some of them. I wonder why I am compelled to photographically record my face. Perhaps it is because no one takes photos of me. Or the ones they do I am not too pleased with. I think it was mainly the purchase of a digital camera and I am interested in point of view. I think I may get a glimpse of myself as others see me. I see the crooked eyes, and the long face, I see the red spot on my nose from the bite of a spider in Mexico. I see a warm kinda kooky smile. I like what I see. I am not a great beauty, but I don't have to be. I am smart and funny. Yeah ME! My digital camera swivels so I can look at me while I take a picture of me. So which came first the self photos or the swivel cameras. As I am in a confessing mood... The pictures of me.

I just went and took the last 2 pictures of me. I am glad that now I have better things to obsess over.

Please just don't get me started on my profile.