I realize some of these should have pictures, but ultimately I'm too busy either laughing (or gagging) to do so. I know most of my Fest posts are about people being dumb: to start this post I'd like to suggest the tastiest things I've found at the MN Renaissance Festival. Deep Fried Jalapeno Cream Cheese… Continue reading Fest Food AND The Weekly Stupid Wrap Up
No Ma’am, Bees Don’t Have Teeth.
Another weekend sitting at the First Aid gate at Renaissance Festival. Another weekend of things. Saturday a drunk (sigh) woman tried to impale her head on a fence post. She succeeded in splitting her lip from nostril down so thoroughly she likely needed multiple sets of stitches. Someone thought First Aid should have an oxygen… Continue reading No Ma’am, Bees Don’t Have Teeth.
Renaissance Festival and Alcohol: A Perfect Storm of Fools.
Last year at this time I found amusement in the various hospital oddities that I focused on while husband was in the ICU. It's really weird to think that today, one year ago, I was hanging out in a hospital room with a broken, unconscious spouse and no idea what the hell was going to… Continue reading Renaissance Festival and Alcohol: A Perfect Storm of Fools.
Google Dreams of Screaming, Apparently. Creepy.
Oh Google...never change. I don't think it's lucky at ALL to have no mouth and have to scream, Google. I know, it's not a real post. And technically, that's two in a row. I'm sure I'll have something more entertaining after a long weekend of Renaissance Festival, but for now this made me chuckle.
I…There is NOTHING Appropriate To Say About This (NOT Miley Cyrus Related)
I don't understand it, but I'm highly entertained. What the hell IS "Jess hair" and...just...WHY??I do not...know, but apparently multiple readers found my blog this way. In case anyone is wondering, there was no 1600's Mini-Doughnut Truck on the Renaissance Festival site this season (but I DID see an oxygen tank and a power… Continue reading I…There is NOTHING Appropriate To Say About This (NOT Miley Cyrus Related)
It’s Not You. And I’m Not Breaking Up. This is not a funny post. Feel free to ignore it.
I am a cyclical depression hermit. (Do not confuse that with a Cycling hermit, because truly I loathe bikes, unicycles, pretty much all pedaling-type exercise with the fire of a thousand suns). Yesterday in a discussion with Husband about the depression I've been fighting off and on for a while now, he said something that… Continue reading It’s Not You. And I’m Not Breaking Up. This is not a funny post. Feel free to ignore it.
Fit by 40: Navy Seal Style
So I just turned 36, and am now officially looking at 40. In all my 36 years I can't say I've ever been in any sort of decent physical shape. That's not me whining about my looks or fishing for compliments: that's me being honest. I've always carried at least 20 extra pounds and have… Continue reading Fit by 40: Navy Seal Style
Townhome Twits Episode V: The Baba Yaga
Two doors down from us there lived an old woman who strongly resembled the Baba Yaga (well, without the chicken feet or the iron teeth). Her wiry steel-grey hair was always neatly bound up in a bun on the top of her head. Her teeth were strong and yellow (no dentures there). The combination of long nails… Continue reading Townhome Twits Episode V: The Baba Yaga
Townhome Twits Episode IV: Bitch Wars
Read the first couple Townhome Twits here: Sneaky Peeping, here: Snow White, and here: Eyeore. Our place has excessively limited parking. Everyone gets a one-car garage and two assigned spaces. Visitor parking isn't supposed to be used for resident cars, which means for people like Husband (who currently owns one winter car and two fun… Continue reading Townhome Twits Episode IV: Bitch Wars
Writing about Writing (WARNING! Han Pictures!)
Thank you, all of you who encouraged me to keep going. Honestly, my couple-week-hiatus wasn't a plea for attention or validation, nor was it to wonder whether the person in question was right: I KNOW he's wrong. That's not the point. HE'S not the point. Ultimately, that friendship was killed by an entirely different subject… Continue reading Writing about Writing (WARNING! Han Pictures!)
No Pithy Phrase 