1)william young, the author of the shack is coming to my town next month. i didn’t like the book. there was too much hocus pocus. i may be the only one who feels this way…and i’m ok with that.
2)the goose will try anything to keep me in her room longer while i’m tucking her in. last night it was lamenting that i won’t have my own pumpkin to carve. i have never carved a pumpkin. i know my limitations and fooling around with knives would be a guaranteed ticket to the ER.
3)i played in a tournament to support the special olympics this weekend. those are some super supportive families. it was so nice to see.
4)i got to skip the ren faire this year.
5)the upside is that i didn’t get to stuff myself with modern food with medieval names.
6)the downside is..those people are some serious writing material. for example, no matter how big of a girl you are, if you put it in a bustier, you can be hour glass shaped.
7)the ren faire may have been where bug saw his first nipple. she had some major bustier over-flow.
8)i should have a wheelchair for the days following having played in a 5 hour tournament.
9)sometimes i think my dogs come into our room and crawl under the covers for the expressed reason of dutch ovening me. that’s some bad buddah! phew!
10)if you want to see the range of beliefs in islam, you should see Taqwacore: The Birth of Punk Islam.
and one to grow on
i hate to bake. once a year i pretend i’m any good at it. once a year the people who try it pretend to like it. why do i do this? oh well, i guess there’s a touch of masochist in us all. that said, because i can’t spell AT ALL, i looked up masochist. it is defined as someone who derives sexual pleasure from pain. i would like to clarify that i derive NO sexual pleasure from baking…but it hurts none the less.E