Because Im stupid. I linked my lj from my Ravelry page. Then friended my older sister. She and my other older sister found my lj and read a lot of posts, apparently.
This is the place where I let myself say a lot of things that otherwise stay in my head. Things that I dont say to my sisters. Things ABOUT my sisters sometimes.

Husband and I went on an overnight for our anniversary.
I hated the room, it was stuffy and smelled like bug killer.
I shouted "Shut UP!" at him in the middle of the night and then tried to pass it off as a bad dream.
I love the internet because watching Monarch of the Glen season 2 episode 3 and watching a very young Jason O'Mara dive into the water  and flash his nekkid arse over and over is something I did could do all day. I couldnt find a screencap, damnit.
p.s. Facebook is nearly useless because rl people I know are on my flist there.

ooh. I found a link to a lovely picture!! http://www.geocities.com/agencytv/jasonomara/index.html

Ive been told I have a distinct way of speaking. I took that to mean I sound a. like a moron, or b. pretentious.
What she meant was c. east coast accent. Ridiculous! Ive only ever been to N.Y. the one time.
My husband says I pick up words and accents from wherever I am. That seems to be the basic truth. I dont do it on purpose I swear. (I did curb the car over the berm in the middle of the road and exclaim loudly "Bloody FUCK" in a panic) (In front of my kids! Ooops!)
Today I came home from the plant nursery and told one of my kids that I had spent a boodle of money. My youngest boy asked me if boodle is a real word or did I just make it up? I said of course its a real word. Hah. I wouldve said that if I made it up on the spot, but my oldest looked it up in the dictionary and there it is.

Main Entry: boo·dle
Pronunciation: \ˈbü-dəl\
Function: noun
Etymology: Dutch boedel estate, lot, from Middle Dutch; akin to Old Norse būth booth
Date: 1833
1: a collection or lot of persons : caboodle
2 a: bribe money b: a large amount especially of money

Haha! Vindication!
My dad was part dutch, I mustve learnt it from him.

My photography business cards came, hooray! I ordered them from Moo, 25 different photo backs.
The very next day I was in the parent volunteer room at my kids school, showing them to one of the my friend Molly. She was extra delighted because her daughter was on them. She had most of them spread out on the desk when the woman(Julie) who is in charge of getting seniors through graduation came in. Molly gushed about my photography, showed her the cards and Julie asked for a stack. She said that seniors and parents come in constantly looking for a place to get senior portraits taken. She said it repeatedly!! I might get some business!!
To shill myself again, you can find my work here on flickr. http://www.flickr.com/photos/90093839@N00/

Things are happening that push me toward actually making and selling ice cream as a business. Most particularly ice cream for the lactose intolerant crowd.
The first time I brought in ice cream for my friends at school, caramel amarula. My dear friend Amy told me that she could only have two bites, more milk than that would make her sick. I felt like a heel, bringing in a treat that she couldnt share in. The next time I made a coffee ice cream in both versions. Amy said she had never had such good ice cream in her life, made the orgasm face when she tried it, and said that if every lactose intolerant in the city could have my ice cream they would be so happy. According to her, there is no delicious lactose free ice cream on the market. I have to say, I went to the grocery yesterday to check out prices on ice cream and the store I was in had ONE dairy free ice cream, one brand, one flavor. Comparing that to the abundance of Ben and Jerrys, HaagenDaz, and the others made it very sad.
My intention is to make a lot of really scrumptious flavors, sell them to my friends, and hopefully turn that into a real business.
Today I brought dairy free lemon sherbet. Everyone loved it. "Tastes exactly like a summer day." "Exactly the right balance of tart sweet and creamy"
It is so exciting!! My friend Melanie ordered a pint for next week Tuesday, the next day she will be at school.
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At the same time, I feel like its impossible. No matter that everyone loves every flavor I bring in, why would anyone buy it?
Today is brought to you by a dismal attitude and cramps.

Husband bought a high end ice cream freezer. No bowl you have to keep frozen. Just pour in the mix and turn it on. Oh man. I want to make and sell ice cream for a living. I truly believe I have a gift for making the yummiest ice cream ever. Come on over and I will make you some. Fresh.

Tags: skinny jeans will never fit

Such a great episode, but really Show, you do not need the heavy background music during the fight scenes. The thud and grunt is better by itself!

Today, for the first time in about fourteen years, my eldest approached me with a pair of fingernail clippers and held out his feet! Toenails needing clipping! Its a belated Christmas present to me and the one I asked for especially from him. This is the boy who started eating his finger and toenails about the time he got teeth. Its a big big victory for him, and feels great to me.

Spiffy posted on how she opines that Zombies are pretty much scarier than any other thing. I disagreed. Animated skeletons are so much harder to kill. Destroy. Whatever. I have had the skeleton phobia since I was a tot and saw Fiddler on the Roof for the first time. "My pearls!" Skeleton hand coming out of the grave gave me serious nightmares. I thought it would be funny to put in my two cents for the skeleton being scarier but now I cant sleep. Small house noises are making me twitchy and uncomfortable.
On a more pleasant side note, Ive invented a gorgeously yummy new dessert that I hope to make sometime this coming week. Tiramisu with coconut cake and Amarula instead of coffee and rum.

Oh yeah! I got a model release so Im posting this fab pic I took. More are at my flickr. http://www.flickr.com/photos/90093839@N00/

Today I finished the girlie half of christmas presents. Homemade truffles whee!
1. Mint chocolate frogs
2. Spicy dark chocolate ginger squares
3. Peanut butter cups, smoother and yummier than any storebought
4. White chocolate roses filled with butter caramel sauce.
5. Coffee with dulce de leche undertones.
6. Orange juice and liquor that goes whoosh in your mouth.
7. Strawberry in white chocolate, husband says its 'so good'
8. Pear caramel in milk chocolate, my personal favorite
9. Dark chocolate raspberry, fruit and liquor
10. Caramel banana, my version of a banana boat.
11. Passion fruit and vanilla in a doubled layer
12. Anise and pink peppercorn, very intriguing
13. Coconut creamy in dark chocolate
14. Dark chocolate combined with dark caramel, a creamy grown up taste
15. Almonds dipped in caramel crunch and dark chocolate, not actually a truffle no.
16. Pecans dipped in butterscotch crunch and milk chocolate, not a truffle either, but too good to pass up.
In the fridge are a bright lemon filling, and fruity apricot filling.
I lost steam. My feet HURT. Gift boxes are crammed full. I know its past christmas but I had a lot of difficulties getting started.

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Yesterday FavoriteSister and I were visiting CrazySister. Yes, I have an absolute favorite. She treats me like a valuable friend, no one else in my family does, and yes shes is actually crazy and has been noticiably since the age of five. So anyrate. CS states that she felt that our mom had bought her the game 'lie cheat and steal' for Xmas to humiliate her in front of the family as a judgement on her character.  FS laughed and said mom had bought her 'Sorry'. I laughed and said "oh crap, Ive bought my kids 'guillotine' twice!" At what point do boardgames become judgements on character?  Im pretty sure the hours we spent playing Clue did not make us Sherlock Holmes, nor did we become real estate magnates from playing Monopoly. On of my favorite games is Park and Shop, that one I also do in real life. But I win more in the game.

 I barely even watch Numb3rs, but I can see that really the perfect show would be Numb3rs and Bones combined. With the tiresome bits removed and the best bits left in.
So aggravating, now that I want to watch numb3rs, the libraries dont have it. not king county, not sno-isle.  My usual sources among friends dont have it either. *heavy sigh*
I should mention, the reason I want to watch Numb3rs is Dira Sudis' excellent epic fic, located here: http://dira.ficlaundering.com/n/mp/index.html. It being released a chapter a day, m-f during the summer. If you are a gulper, like I am, you might want to bookmark it and come back to it in July. Definitely worth the read.

Tags: numb3rs

So my daughter, whom I am generally at loggerheads with, just finished reading Alice Through the Looking Glass. She really was fascinated by the backward writing, and the acrostic poem. She said to me that 'she had one page left, but hadnt read it yet. She didnt want the story to be over. She wanted to find out what happened next, after the writing had stopped. ' This is so exactly how I feel when I read a good story, I nearly wept for joy. Finally, common ground.

Ive been watching season 2 of Deadwood. Someone was in it, who I wanted to see. I cant remember who for the life of me. Its a very..fascinating show. Apparently the citizens of Deadwood were obsessed with sex, as well as gold. Everythird word is cunt, or fucking, or another word for cunt. I do not speak like that. I cant watch when my kids are in the room, or my husband. Its affecting my speech, in my head. Phrases I keep from leaping past my lips. 'Are you so fucking cunt struck that you cant empty the dishwasher? Im such a stupid fuck I forgot to put the chickens away. Damn. Ive only watched one season and I fucking like it, but its like one of those commercials for blocking shows. If only they didnt swear so liberally I could really enjoy it.

Does anyone else watch Deadwood? I want to have sex with Timothy Olyphant. Not have babies, please god no. But lots of sex. Hes so...lean and fucking handsome. Also...some with trixie.

 

Sitting in church on Sunday, I got to thinking. What if Sam is Christ, returned to conquer the Earth? Surely the YED, and all other Ds could be just lying their fool heads off. What better way to defeat the Messiah than to fool him into thinking hes evil. Im sure if I spent two minutes, I coule find some scripture to twist into a fic to make it believable. Would someone please write it for me? Please please!

Tags: crackfic, supernatural

 This last weekend three of the four boys went on a scout overnight, to a cold and snowy place. I told them all to take extra pants, because they would get wet of course. Then next morning eldest boy couldnt find any of his own pants at all. The younger boys had taken ALL of them. Sadly, the eldest had a sport event he had to miss on account of having no pants. Its like the stupidest 'dog ate my homework' excuse ever.

Oh, the usual craziness. 
The water heater is not working quite right. Hot runs out just when you are ready to rinse. Brr!!
Clothes washer is suddenly not spinning enough, clothes are sodden on removal.
DirecTV needs a new brain. No tv is making me crazycakes.
My new walking partner is faster than I am, by just a hair. Im so sore and knackered, but in the good way.
I miss Supernatural. Pisses me to bits that its not back.

Dont get me wrong, it was likely the best episode of the season. But am I the only fangirl who has seen Dreamscape? Look it up yo, they recycled the plot.

In the interest of using the summer fruit, and not spending any cash, Ive been having smoothies everyday for breafast. T'other day, I felt ill after I drank one, a strawberry/persimmon mix. I thought praps that it was too much cold slush in da belly so early in the day. Specially cause Im accustomed to hot coffee in the morning. This morning I made a all persimmon smoothie, and drank it on the way to the docs with my husband. He was having a check up, and I went along for the ride. Ye-ah. I ended up laying on the exam bed while husband sat on the chair talking to the doc. So much pain. Serious food poisoning, and the persimmons are being thrown the hell out. Spent the whole day feeling wobbly and icky. 
I hope all of you had a lovely Friday.

Grocery money is gone, with the big G. The bank decided not to send us new debit cards when ours expired. Money is in the bank, but until I get my debit card, it will just sit there. No, my bank is not local. My bank is in Cali. I cannot drive to the branch and withdraw.
Hence, we are out of many things. Rice, flour, cold cereal, shredded cheese, sliced cheese, bread. Meals are becoming more of an adventure. For breakfast today, the kids had oatmeal/cream of wheat cooked together. Yep. No more oatmeal. Lunch was the last emergency frozen pizza and strawberry smoothies. Ive got more milk than you could shake a stick at, so all that summer fruit is coming in useful. Dinner was bacon, green beans, and spaghetti. The sauce I made from scratch, using a packet that Ive had for several years, and the last can of tomatos. The yummiest dessert made from a package of jiffy muffin mix, and apple pie filling I had in the freezer. Oh so good. The kids LOVED all of dinner, for once. 
To be honest, I am having fun along with the stress, standing in my pantry trying to put together a real meal is more fun every day.

Is still at the table, the rest of us finished lunch half an hour ago. She was told she MUST finish her salad, but I can hear her over there. She is playing with the various leafs like dolls, carrying on conversations between them.  A video camera would be sweet right now.

My big project today is to clean out the fridge. Last night in the veg drawer I found some really narky green slime that may have started as a lovely bunch of cilantro. *shudders* Yellowed parsley. My fridge is a testament to good intentions gone awry. Today I struck gold. In the bottom shelf of the door was a dubious looking jar of brown. I opened it and tasted and OMGTASTEORGASM! Yep, homemade fudge sauce. I wish every mystery jar in my fridge was chocolate sauce.

Current Mood: amused

 Very reminiscent of old cabbage. I want a new house. One that smells nice, with all linoleum floors in the basement. No wet things. More storage space, so things are never stashed under the tables and desks.

 I had the idea that I ought to check the sump pump, make sure it was running. The rain was coming down hard, and the snow was mostly melted. Nah. I was tired. I had that same idea several more times before I stumbled off to bed. Husband woke me at three thirty am. The basement was completely flooded, standing water everywhere. Spent the ENTIRE day working the shop-vac and we arent quite done. Everything downstairs had to be moved, boxes leaking ooky water.  Godawful mess. 
Next time, Im gonna listen to that inner voice.

 Start NOW! Callum Rennie looking absolutely glorious! He can  be my Longcoat anyday! The plot has NOTHING to do with the books by Baum, take it as a completely new standalone and its very enjoyable. 
CALLUM RENNIE!!!

Today I dragged the kids to the park, walked a brisk mile, swung(swinged?), generally played. Ate a lot of  veg. The day after Thanksgiving makes me realize I have to get off my ass and lose some more weight. Reasonably hopeful that I can shed ten pounds by the next major holiday.  New Years doesnt motivate me this well, because no one keeps the New Years resolutions. Im unbelievably fat again, since the kids broke the scale and the treadmill Im not doing so well on the fit-front. My closet is full of clothes that I cant wear and I hate it.

Tags: off my arse

This weeks episode was so meh. The victims situation was so obvious. The team is all "Oh, how did he get this way?!" Then sitting through the show waiting for them to catch a clue to the obvious. I mean, DUH!

I got from the library, and thought I would watch...free ya know. 
I didnt expect it to be funny, even though its billed as a comedy and sure enough, I cried instead of laughed. 
Watching the family that prayed for change, prayed for help, prayed for God to intervene in their lives and then were caught up in the whirlwind. Following God is a scary thing, saying yes when it looks foolish, standing on your convictions when God gives you a clown suit and says "Wear this for me", being mocked by your peers and having to just go on with your day. I cried several times. I havent followed God or felt that conviction in a long time. Here I am so ambivalent and still so wanting.

When I was a teenager my younger sister, whom I frequently refer to as "crazy" knocked on my bedroom door. When I answered it she said she needed to talk so I let her in. She wanted to let me know that God had told her that I wasnt living a christian enough life. I said "thanks for letting me know" and tried to usher her out of my bedroom. Nope. She wasnt done. She felt that it was her responsibility to pester me until I had repented of nameless sins(she had no specifics) and positioned herself in front of my door so that I couldnt escape. I told her that my spiritual state was between myself and God and none of her business. Ooh. Whoops. Do NOT tell the inquisitor that you have a private and personal relationship with God. It does not help, but insures the quick application of thumbscrews and hot pokers. Since that day, I have had a prickly anger for anyone who presumes to tell me that I am going to hell. 
There is a board I frequent, peopled by many people I respect and enjoy the company of. Lately though, we are being lambasted by a fuckwit who says "There is no place whatsoever at a Christian forum for people who subscribe to the practices of bdsm, etc., and there is certainly no way whatsoever that any of these people can or ought dare profess Christianity." She/he is disgusted at the idea of any sexual practice that is more than 'vanilla'. 
Good God help us. I am not the same as you. I will happily choose to advertise that fact, but fuck you if you think Im gonna wear a yellow star on your say so.

Yesterday we went to a church sponsored event. The amateur sandcastle building contest at the local beach. I took pictures, and lots of em, natch. As I was leaving another mom said that she was planning on putting together a slide show, and could I email her copies. I said sure, and then she asked if I could send them to her by today. Sure. 
This morning the day dawned bright and beautiful and I told my husband that no, I couldnt go boating because I had promised this mom that I would get the pictures to her. Worked for four hours choosing and tweaking pics so they would look great. Called said mom and she had decided that she wasnt going to work on the slideshow until Saturday!!! Oh yeah, I couldve put off all that work by several days. Too late for boating today.  I feel unrewarded.

Tags: photography

Feeling too tired to actually cook, so nachos for lunch. husband complains that its just an appetizer and wheres the real food. Argh. Pop the pan under the broiler and wander back out to the living room to watch telly while they cook. A minute later husband looks at me and says "is something burning?" Fuck. Sprint to the kitchen, pull out the nachos, which are indeed, black and ruined. Husband calls from the living room "are they burnt?", No~I call back, lying to give myself time to make another pan. On perfect cue, the smoke alarm goes off. We both laugh like the twelve year olds we are. Funney. Then I have to run out the door and get the boys. So I leave husband with a pan of burnt lunch.
When I get home, I pop a fresh pan of cheese and chips in the oven, and mosey out to the living room for a minute. FUCKITY FUCK! Burnt the shit out of those ones too! The next pan I stood in the kitchen and pulled them out as soon as the cheese got melty.

Tags: fucking burnt food. want some jensen ack
Current Mood: aggravated

really big post coming up about the vacation.
in the meantime, thanks to whoever reccd Amarula to me. Tasty! slightly drunk now.

At a public library. 
Well, we suffered through terrible sunburn, and now are broiling daily. Holy moses its hot. 98 in the shade. Why did I ever want to see the Grand Canyon in the summer?
And how are ya'll?

Today I got a call from the secretary at the resource center. PANIC!! Our appointment was at 1 today, not 1 tomorrow. EEP. Quickly, finished up the student learning plans, QUICKLY! J and J finished up their projects! Rescheduled appt for 3:30 today. Spent an hour and a half justifying the years work. Got course credit in all seven subjects. Halle-freakin-lujah!!!!! Classes are DONE. No more nagging about projects!!!  Yay! 
Am I happy? Giddy! *spins and giggles*

Im such a fangirl, from the time I could toddle. Sitting here relaxing watching Alias Smith and Jones, reading AS&J fic. Pete Duel and Ben Murphy are two of the prettiest men to ever set foot on Gods Green Earth. I just wish there was more decent fic. All you ppl who love Supernatural! Watch AS&J! Its the same premise! Sorta. I wants me more fic. 

I also about puked up my dinner listening to Frays 'How to Save a Life' at the restaraunt we ate at, thinking about Pete Duel being dead. Someone ought to Pete Duel to that song. Cause its been more than thirty years and Im still not done grieving.

Yesterday was the end of the year big deal ceremony for Missionettes, my daughters 'as close to girl scouts as I could find' group.
At the beginning we said the Pledge of Allegiance. Cool. Then the Pledge to the Christian Flag, Then the Pledge to the Bible, then ANOTHER RANDOM PLEDGE! I was expecting them to come round with forms for us to sign in blood ourselves, promising all our thoughts and desires away.

Soon, I have to force myself to talk to the librarian at the kids school.  Books need to be renewed for use over summer break. Resources I was going to use during the year, but they sat on the shelf. The year turned into a constant nag of "have you finished your homework?" Huh. Very little teaching on my part, likely little learning on the part of my kids. 
I went to two libraries yesterday, getting books to enrich my kids vocabulary. Books of unusual, seldom used words. Books of cliches, and the origin of cliches, 1000 words you ought to know. Frequently misspelled/mispronounced words. Suddenly my brain started humming with the anticipation of teaching. Last night, the kids opened the books, read, and started laughing. J.M. asked me if he could be a 'complicated term' when he grows up. A person who studies rainfall. Of course he can. If he finishes his damn Japanese projects. This morning J.M. told me that he would like to take one of those books on vacation. Tipped me over into teacher nirvana.
This is what I miss when I send my kids to the resource center. Not that I feel ready or willing to teach geometry, japanese,or piano. But I miss having my hands on what they are learning. No, I dont need to control every thought. I just need to see the joy.

And now, if you could all hold hands and say a prayer. I have lost my fucking cell phone again. Battery dead so I cant hear it ring when I call. Blasted thing.

Husband mentioned this morning, after he came home from work, that he wants to bring home an enormous wooden crate tonight. So the seats will need to come out of the van. Sure, no problem. We have room for a wooden crate the size of a small playhouse. Not. Then my heart skips a beat and I say with absolute calm "If the seats are out of the van, we may as well take some stuff out of the garage. Go to the dump." He doesnt really answer. So I try again. "What do you think, if I get the seats out and have the kids load up the van, can we go to the dump?"  Still no real answer, but also no negative answer. The kids and I get the seats out of the van, and load it up with an enormous amount of crap. Husband helps with the last bit of stuff, gets to be the hero. I get to be able to walk around my entire garage, sweep, put things away on shelves that I couldnt get to previously. So SO SO HAPPY!!!

This morning my oldest son woke me at seven a.m. A policeman was at the door. My first thought was "J.D. has wandered off again. Happily not. The policeman, who was unnaturally chipper, asked me if I had lost my purse, as he held up my purse. I answered in a fog "I don't know, I don't remember leaving it anywhere." Pretty much the definition of 'left it behind like an idjit'. We were at the beach last night, and I stalked a couple in formal wear until they asked me to take their picture. Dropped my purse in the sand to hold the camera, and forgot all about it. A big purse, bright red and highly visible. Someone turned it in to the police and twa-la! Returned. Wallet intact. Credit card, Chevron card, gift card to Old Navy, picture I.D. house and car keys, and the topper! my last paycheck, uncashed. Someone was a super good samaritan.

Tags: lost things

One of my nieces is staying with us. In lieu of rent, shes being my nanny and girl Friday. Yesterday she helped my daughter clean her room and for the first time in over three years, there is nothing under Js bed. Nothing on the floor that doesn't belong. All of her clothes have been gone through and the ones that were ill fitting have been put in the bag for Goodwill. J is so delighted. All of yesterday evening she went around on a cloud, kissing me repeatedly, hugging everyone. At bedtime she told me that after her room was all clean and vacuumed she closed the door and made 'carpet angels'. So very very sweet.

Not so much...

My two oldest sons need to finish their schoolwork in order to get credit for the classes they have been in all year. Its seriously down to the wire and I am about to lock them both in the house until such time as they knuckle bloody down and get it done. I hated high school when I was in it, and its no fun pushing kids through. Gah. All they want to do is play video games with their cousin. Bloody Hell!

Today, my niece hung around school with the kids and husband and I both got to play hookey. Hee!!

Overall, I want my niece to stay for a good long time. Shes a real pleasure to stand in the kitchen and talk to as I work.

@Whee! Pickles! Made my own bread and butter pickled eggs. Super yummy.

Well, no excuses. Im crap at updating.

I still havent watched part one of the Supernatural season finale. Please no discussion here. As if that might happen. Hah.

My house is FALLING the frick apart.

Front burner on the stove stopped working today. Dishwasher stopped working today. Tv stopped working today. Internet has been totally spotty for months and now it wont open links. Wont open any new windows so I have to be very careful not to shut ANY windows. Student Learning Plans are due by the end of today and I cant open the FUCKING LINK!!!!! Im going to be in trouble!*cries and stomps feet*

On what seems like the only upside compy wise, check out my flickr!!! http://www.flickr.com/photos/, Im Honeybones of course.

Tags: flickr, pickles, sucky sucky appliances

For everyone who celebrates, Christ is Risen!!

Happy 
Birthday
Bracken!
Smidgy!
Icon making Genius!
Writes a decent fic too!!
Love you muchly!


-B

So the other day Im talking to husband and I referred to the Impala as 'the metallicar'. When he asked why I told him about how Dean listens to metal and its name one of the fans made up. Husband felt it was insulting. That the Impala as a car deserves more respect than that. He was quite...upset. The same guy who refuses to discuss 'story arcs' because its to fannish. Actually he told me not to use the phrase 'story arc', as it makes him uncomfortable in some unspecific way. Loon.

I saw them, turned bright fangirl pink and walked past. Made myself breath, grinned like a fool. Did a loop around looking at comics and talked to a few artists. Passed them again and still couldnt work up the nerve. Told myself there was too much line. The third time round, there was no one waiting, I screwed up my courage and walked up to Lani Tupu. Babbled out that I really enjoyed his work. Then I was looking at the pics to be signed(twenty bucks a pop!). Talked cameras with their assistant for a few minutes. Lani brought some paintings he had done. Decent stuff. Discussed the merits of oil vs pastel with him. Talked for a few minutes about art. Moved on to Wayne Pygram. I had a terrible time choosing a picture of Scorpy that I liked because hes such an effective and slimey villian. But I finally chose. Gigi Edgley is a TINY woman. And I laughed like crazy on the inside because she was doing what I always said she should. Eating a sandwich. She was delightful and friendly and sweet. I didnt tell her that she was the slinkiest sexiest gal I had ever seen on tv. I wish I had but I was standing there with S...a friend from church who is clueless to the fact that most of the time I want to cuddle her up and lick that pretty mouth... Yeah. Anyrate, it was worth the sixty dollars I payed for pics and signatures.
I also got exposed to some fine comics, met some artists...in the way that from three feet away I would point at their work and gush at my friend about how lovely and interesting they were. Then I might shake hands with say....Kurt Busiek!!!!!! and tell him how I love his work.s