By the way, the Ren Faire pictures are up. And according to the Washing Well Wenches, I am Parsnip! You are Parsnip! If you’re a Parsnip, congratulations. Love is in the air and you know how to sniff it. Naturally talented, cool and confident, you grace the Earth with one hell of a presence, as odd and quirky as it may be. As a sassy lassie, you tempt the strange and exotic out of those in your immediate area and relish in group frenzy. The more pent up aggression and erotic tendencies exposed, the better…as long as it’s somewhat tasteful…maybe…kind...
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I’ve got 2 words for you: Ren Faire. Had an absolute blast, and got a free ticket to go back again. Photos will be uploaded to my Flickr album shortly hopefully. We were supposed to go last weekend, but we didn’t. So this time, it’s Brandon and I, his friend from work Eric, and people they work with Megan, and Donna and her son Evan. A quick summary: Lunch. Beer. Boring fencing training. Hit bullseye in archery and was honored for that. Got dressed up as nomads. Sin on a stick (frozen cheesecake dipped in chocolate!). Rum royale tea. Stalked...
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So Jack Osbourne was in Thailand, getting high colonics and training in Muay Thai. He ended up KO’ed his Muay Thai opponent. The AP story makes it sound like Jack kicked some real ass, “facing off against an experienced Thai boxer known only as ‘The Man.’ ” You know, like Jack fought an uber Muay Thai fighter. AP completely fails to mention the following pieces of information as reported in Thailand’s The Nation: “The Man” is a veteran muaythai professional on his comeback fight. Translation: the dude hung up his gloves and came back. “The Man” said that he would...
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I came running home, busting in the door at 7:35 p.m., armed with grocery. Goddamn it. I NEEDED to cook. I didn’t care what Brandon wanted for dinner. I had a recipe in mind, and with God as my witness, I was going to make it tonight. And so I did. Another Rachael Ray’s miracle. Stuffed Italian Meatloaf and lemony creamy pasta. Go over to Hmm…Food…Good to read about it. Belly full…must go sleepy… If you like to cook, you should definitely stop by Hmm..Food…Good sometimes. It’s a blog of tried and true recipes. So far Amy’s been so busy...
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My boyfriend Ben is BACK! (That’s Ben Browder aka Captain John Crichton of Farscape.) He’ll join the 9th Season cast of Stargate SG-1 as Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell. About damn time! SG-1 desperately needs a new action smartass hero since O’Neil got benched, I meant, promoted. Hence, Brandon is calling it FARGATE. Heh. Don’t call me about going out Friday once the new season begins. I shall not be pried from my television! From this picture, it seems at least we’d get to see Claudia Black (aka Aeryn Sun) a bit too. Double yippee hallelujah for all Scapers! Thank YOU,...
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My heart screams that I should write. Write about everything and nothing. I don’t know what I’m going to write about or if I should write about, but it feels if I don’t write something my heart will explode. Or may be it was the bananaberry cream pie I just had for dinner. Or the decaf coffee. Anyway, I’m thinking of this like the Drunkity Post. You know, blogging when buzzed/drunk. I’m not going to edit anything out afterward, just grammar and spelling correction along the way. Let’s see if this experiment work. I shall call it…something. What should I...
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