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!

7 things and 1 thought from Crazy Mountain Deluxe

I used to hate but now like:
1. bacon
2. butterscotch
3. dill
4. reality tv
6. pop music
7. stinky cheese



There are lots of things that I used to love and can love no longer. Smokey bars with lots of Kamikazes and drunken friends. Sleeping in -- well I can love it but it is an unrequited affection so I might as well love getting up early. Art museums and walks through downtown Portland. Wet lush green springs. I love the arid golds with veins of purple and orange that run through my home lands. So my point of today is to love where you are and what you have. The big toothy machine that is American Pop Culture only wants us to want and consume so my little house with my little boy and husband is perfect for me. (that is me 5 years ago).

A good boy on my shoulders.

By this time he was tired of being there, but I was trying to watch the fancy dancing. He won out and we left the A. I. C. of MSU Pow-Wow shortly after this. I just thought it was a cute photo.

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.