Alright I'm OK now.
Had an interesting weekend filled with (now look surprised) Booze. I was upset on Friday so i drank (mostly at once) 3/4 of a bottle of scotch, followed by a few beers and so pickled veggies. It was the veggies that killed me and around 3AM i popped, all over my friend's sheep skin...Sorry Mike. Didn't sleep great but made it to grandma's by 6:50AM to start my Saturday.
Saturday I was a raging Bitch (before and after the scotch and beer) and took everything out on my booth...sorry guys. My afternoon plans got screwed but that is what happens sometimes, and it they need me they or rather Tom knows that I'll be there. Later I figured out the problem with my mood and tried really hard not to kill anyone, but most especially my siblings.
Sunday, apart from being hot, crowded and dusty...was pretty good. I slept great on Saturday night, was comfy and warm, getting some much needed rest (as i haven't really slept well all week). Ran around faire visiting with people and planning out the knives i am buying this year. Schulps makes me happy! And since he doesn't want me drinking out of pewter, he also gave me a tankard. Finally got to get my hair braided and look pretty, and hang out at Border Horse throughout the day.
So this was a great way to end my completely shitty and supremely horrible week. With friends and booze, and then friends again.

OK actually going crazy right now...near the end of my already frayed emotional rope. the tension in my back and neck is killing me along with my normal every day I'm alive pain.

Dad is on a ventilator and while this caused his vitals to go to a much healthier place numbers wise, I just can't take seeing him like that. It hurts sooooooooo much, and he was asking about my ring, not remembering that he gave it to me, but wanted my locket which has a picture of him and my mom in it. I didn't even have the stomach to deal with the phelm that he was coughing up (out of his mouth for the first time) without gagging, and that hurt too. It isn't his fault that my stomach did back flips at the sight and smell. What's wrong with me I've done this for years with him and others I just couldn't take it and then i made myself stay longer. Good thing I haven't eaten today. Maybe I'll go and get drunk...ya that sounds good.

To any one who gives a shit...sorry but i don't care about anything except making this pain stop, by any stupid means (don't wanna try the smart ones)

Good News First
Ok, so Saturday was great, got to have part one of Snackdown 2007! ritz got to hit me with a banana peel, and we had a really large crowd. But it was great getting each other all creamed up and dirty. First bananas and whipcream then the cherries! I stuffed half a banana down ritz's bodice adn every time someone hugged her hard she went squish...hehehehe. The best part was afterwards going around and asking people for hugs! Many ran, others defended themselves from a distance and some were quite willing to just give us love and get dirty.

Sunday was Horrible, the pain woke me up and would not stop, but i'm sure no one wants to here this part.
*DAD UPDATE*
This morning while driving to the train station Dad's nurse called to get permission to follow the doctor's orders to put Dad on a ventilator. Apparently his O2 levels are too low and his heart rate too high for the little bit of O2 he is getting, not to mention the fact that he only has about 12-15% healthy tissue in his heart in the first place. Mom said that he was sneezing on saturday and yes this could be what's needed to get him over the latest infection but either way I don't like it. This just took me into another level of depression.

My brain is won't stop and is screaming, My body is broken, aching and moaning, there is no quiet or calm.... not even in my own mind!

Men are funny.
I've been working as an extra on Movie & TV shoots, preparing for Ren Faire and have met all manner of people, but surprisingly enough (NOT!!!) the men are the most interesting.

While on a 15 hour shoot for a movie involving 600 extras, many people were either too lazy to do the job they were being paid for, or didn't show up all together. Some guys checked in then went to Disneyland for the day, and returned just in time to check out. Others decided to hide in the dark corners nearthe ladies restroom and sleep for the day. And on the other side of this are the men who are just trying to get the work done as quickly as possible so that we can go home...I mean who the hell wants to watch the same scene 500 times from 30 different angles. But the P.A.'s fought through it and despite the crowd they had a smile on their faces at the end of the day. (Though I know you won't see this) Thank you Bill, Greg, Richard, Ritchie, Alan, Paul, and Mark!! I would never have survived your jobs...or rather the extras would never have survived.

Next I come to the guys from faire. Some of them have somehow grown and matured, despite their attempts not to. Others are set in their ways, for better or worse. And yet some, after what 5 years of polite conversation finally decide to show me that they are intelligent, witty and actually fun to be around. While other show that after five years they are completely worthless and a waste of space.

So men are always interesting to watch, from the prima donna actors who bellow for make up to the slobs who bellow for more beer.

At least they are more fun to watch than girls!!