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Pits and Bieces

Bounty — Thu, 21 May 2009 17:23:35 GMT

Mind Games: Earlier this week I was grumbling over the dishes left in the sink, deciding to just do mine. In the mean time (split second) I had, gone to that place that is beyond daydreaming in between meditation and near death experience, and when I "returned" the dishes were done (by me). Now that is Universal auto-pilot working. No fuss, no muss, just doing the right thing. If I could just get control of the "plane" all the time. Now, for the fun part (I blame Paidia for this): If you saw me riding in the back of a police car what would you suspect I had done.

It's that time again.....WHAT TIME?

Bounty — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 00:58:06 GMT

Time to spread the Love! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBtFTF2ii7U Enjoy, dear hearts. The lion lays down with the lamb, and the elephant rubs the belly of a dog.

For those on the quiet journey of their lives......

Bounty — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 19:08:05 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOjz6g5QP54

12:40 a.m.

Bounty — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 08:47:49 GMT

“I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then, someone at my side says; "There, she is gone!" "Gone where?" Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!" There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout; "Here she comes!" And that is dying.” Rosemarie Hubbell Strafelda, my loving mother has set sail.

"There's a kind of a hush"

Bounty — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 02:32:29 GMT

all over. Reading friends blogs (the few that are posting) are showing the strain of the Universal Holding of Breath. With so little money, many plans have been canceled.....or put on temporary hold. Waiting to see if we can save up some money, use a rebate check, tax refunds, or our 'mad" money. We, wisely or not, hang on to what cash we do have. No, friend's it's not much fun. And it's going to be an arduous task to try and regain the American Dream. We now know we need to be aware of who is "holding" the dough, where it's going, and call the Fat Cat"s on each and every move. I don't know how to do this. But I'm barking, I'm pissed, and my teeth are bared. We are tired, but not dead. We have the responsibility and duty to stop this cancer before it spreads any further. If not for us, than for our children. I believe I've used this before but it does need repeating: 'I'M MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!" I didn't hear any windows opening the last time I said this, but I threw open the door and yelled my head off. We, the People, need take a more active approach and call out loud and clear...."I'M FRIGHTENED AND MAD! YOU HAVE ABUSED THE POWER WE TRUSTED YOU WITH AND I'M TAKING THAT POWER BACK!" I don't care if it's a bumper sticker, a "sandwich board", or getting together with friends and discussing. We, the People, became complacent. We, the People, have to fix this. Now.....go to your damn window and SCREAM! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_qgVn-Op7Q does this sound familiar??? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5pkkAhETYg oh yes, they were and can be again

Sounds of the Season...One Nice (very) and one NAUGHTY (very) (guess I'll be getting coal for this...sigh)

Bounty — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 01:52:06 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fFPHIK9ann8 caution....listen if you dare...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4worYOjAcFg one extra, heck, I'm getting coal anyway.....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnN4zqJzsYM

Initiation

Bounty — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 18:11:35 GMT

When you come to my room tonight scratching at my door, I will pull you in and nip you Feel the pulse of your bloodflow. Smother you with kisses Tease you with near misses Blindfold you, torment you, crawl over you Through you and under you (and a rustle of leathery wings, talons bring droplets, as my nightingale sadly sings). "I feel there are more Than were here before" Your eyes strain to see through the mask. Hush, be quiet, don't struggle, no trouble I'll tell you what you should ask. Turn your head now, Just be still now Time for release now Set you free now..... And the nightingale sadly sings.

Sara, Sara, Sara.....it's wrong, dontchaknow? From Defenders of Wildlife....

Bounty — Tue, 21 Oct 2008 18:06:17 GMT

aerial hunting of wolves is Alaska's dirty secret. Despite federal law that bans the use of aircraft to shoot or harass animals from the air, Alaska continues to exploit a loophole that allows states to "administer" wildlife using aircraft. Tell Governor Palin to stop exploiting loopholes and start protecting Alaska's majestic wildlife » In exploiting this loophole, the state of Alaska allows private hunters and private pilots to "control" wolves from the air or chase them to exhaustion and shoot them from the ground. The hunters are allowed to keep the pelts as trophies or sell them for profit instead of turning them over to wildlife officials. This spring, Governor Palin went so far as to offer a reward of $150 for each left foreleg of wolves killed within designated areas. A state court identified this as a bounty, which is illegal under state law, and halted the program before any bounties were paid. It's time for Alaska to end this brutal practice once and for all. Take action today, and let Governor Palin know how much you oppose aerial hunting of wolves » Thanks for taking action! Natasha Care2 Campaign Team I couldn't get the "site click" could someone (Duannnnne) help me out? P.S. - Care2 has been receiving scattered reports of problems with our email alerts, and we are trying to track down any errors. If you have any problems with this email, or signing petitions on our site, please let us know here. Tell Governor Sarah Palin: Stop Alaska's Aerial Gunning of Wolves! Watch the video about the barbaric aerial hunting of wolves. Take Action! "Aerial predator control is a smoke screen for special interests. It's un-Alaskan, based on shaky science, and just plain wrong." - Alaska resident and hunter Nick Jans, Juneau, AK Forward to a friend >> WARNING ! THIS VIDEO IS BRUTAL.....but should be seen....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQobIUE1zTU

Well, THAT'S A RELIEF!

Bounty — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 17:33:05 GMT

Tribe is really great now! *ahem*.....Since I can't respond to or send any messages......How the hell have you been??? MladySS, call me....or I'll call you....Ms. Cadell, Call me....or ......I'll call you....Anybody up for Folsom Faire?? I woke up the other morning with my room filled with blossoms......ahhhhhhhhhhh, reminded me of my childhood....for those of you that haven't been following the Green Tara visits, this was one of 'em. Mom? Open biopsy next Tuesday, then we all have to decide what we/she wants to do. I've given up babying my knee.....cuz I hates it! Just rub icy-hot and crunch my way around.....way better than...."taking it easy till it resolves"....ummmm, no. Politics is fun to watch! My son is getting a puppy (remember I have Carl, his lizard *sigh*). Oh, Glady, call me. Think that's it.....ain't tribe great?? Now, if we could just communicate without having to blog.....

Are YOU ready???....for Golden Gate Faire, parsely, sage rosemary and ryhme...

Bounty — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 04:03:12 GMT

Will I finding you waiting at the Gate of Gold? Will I finding you waiting with stories to be told? Will I embrace Your lovely face, At the Gate of Gold? Will foggy fingers hide you From my searching eyes? Or will I squeal In sweet surprise, What sun to me reveals? In robe of velvet, Or in corset ribbon's Be you knave or maid, (Although my preference If it makes a difference, Is a bosom prettily staid, And between us we see, The knave is properly laid ;) Oh, naughty thoughts, It brings them on, So meet me at The Golden Gate.... Kiss me hard and go on.. Well, there was a flirtatious little ditty. What I'm trying to ask is.....ARE YOU GOING TO GOLDEN GATE FAIRE? The Fury of Reds will be there one, both or ALL of the weekend! It's someone's very special DAY (Shari)...shhhhhhhh. OOOOOOOH, we are ready (reddy *wink*) to have a wonderful time with ALL our dear friends! Now.......have to make the special brew...yep....no time for sugar tits (we'll seeeeeee ~*~), costume???? Ummmm, yeah, a room full, and that's part of the delight....what do I want to be courtesan, pirate, or sprite! Since this is the final faire of summer (for me) I'm leaning towards blue or sunny gold...maybe it will encourage clear skies and sun. To see you there, is my dream.....hugs and kisses, and........some more. Yep. I'll take all I can get! Bounty the RED

The Waterfall

Bounty — Wed, 06 Aug 2008 01:21:19 GMT

At the waterfall waiting, garbed in the lightest of green, is She coming? Am I levitating? The kiss of mist, my skin dewy, breath moistly passes my lips as I smile to see she has arrived. We sometimes don't speak in words anymore (although I am impertinent and wish She would). She opens her hand, an emerald seed glows there which she places in my heart. "Honor". "Harmony" "Hope". My dog is restless laying by my side. My body relaxes down once again, my eyes open, my heart beats, honorharmonyhope. If this is just a product of my over active imagination....don't tell me.....and NEVER tell the guy my mother in law hid in the closet....~*~

This......JUST COMING IN OVER THE WIRE......

Bounty — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 18:43:16 GMT

ELECTION 2008: Mr. Cheney(ooops MCCAIN! OR MAYBE THAT WAS A FREIDIAN DEALY) has compared Mr. Obama to the Paris-sites, Obama is denying any connection but will give you a air gauge for your tires with a $25. donation. Boys! Boys! That's all you GOT? How am I supposed to write cutting satire if you can't come up with something dirtier, smuttier (wellllll, the Paris thing IS close). Oh, and the "race card" has been played but I'm not sure who threw it down. MILEY CYRUS FLASHES UNDERWEAR! Yep, can you believe it? Do you give a s*@t? IS IT JUST ME OR IS IT CHILLY IN HERE? Does tribe seem quieter to you? Less "exciting" (If you can call virtual conversations exciting). FAIRE TALK! Golden Gate Faire is right around the corner. *but.....*hushed voice*....does it seem like faire fever has cooled down to 98.6? Where's the bawdiness, the cry for MORE RUM? The bosoms??? I'm hoping to report back, filled with giddiness from Naughtingham *grin* NATIONAL NEWS....We are NOT in a depression. Just waitin' the 2 weeks it takes for the meds to kick in. WORLD NEWS.....What world? We're just waiting for our meds to kick in. Local News: When is the next High Times Contest? Foggy and cool....COLD. Tourists freezing as I write. Puppy mill raided.....oh, it's just too horrible to dump on you....so fuhgedaboutit. Home News: I FINALLY outwitted, out bitched, my mother in law.....AHA! Got YOU! (note: my MIL has been dead for 3 years....this all occurred in my dreams.......BUT I GOT HER GOOD! I KNEW SHE HAD A SPY IN MY CLOSET!) So that's it....all the news that's fit to print..(when did that ever count?)

If today was your last......(or if you like you have one week :)

Bounty — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 18:09:54 GMT

What would you do? Hope this ISN"T, but what IF? Now, I'm not prepared to give my ideas (I'll steal yours ;) but will think today just what I would do. I KNOW we're all going to tell the ones we love how MUCH we love them......but beyond that? *Handing out thinking caps*.....go.

Whew.....don't know where I've been, didn't much care for it....but I'm back...

Bounty — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 18:07:42 GMT

Since joining tribe this has probably been the longest stretch without blogging. Why? Because "Bounty" was MIA. Over the past month I'd become *shudder* subdued, listless, and OMG, BORING (especially to myself ). Finally...I took myself out for a hair cut, got my Eye Kandy out, threw on a gypsy outfit for my mom's doctor appointment and started CREATING! Now, I can't really say what it is I'm making.....it started out as faierie crowns, then off shot into weirdly decorated jackets, antennae.....any bit of clothing was not off limits. I'm up to my ears in the "things" I'm using to decorate these mundane garments and more arrive daily. I won't know if it all comes together to look right (wrong ;) until I'm done. IF they do, I'll post some pics. Think Chanel gone to Oz. And so, dear hearts, how have YOU been? Going to Golden Gate Faire? If so, let me know! I'm Baaaaaackkkkk.....and this time, I hope it sticks......*grin*

You may have seen this before (please ignore the idoit prior to the video)

Bounty — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 04:28:29 GMT

but get your hankies out....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqOiQN-tpz8 Annnnnnnnnnnd, I'm on my way to the creating of crowns.....found the "base" just walking by a stall at the mall *snert*.....Now if I could just figure out what to call the little buggers I could buy them wholesale....ummmmm, collapsible crowns???? Enjoy the clip, folks....it's the real deal, in every sense....~*~

I WANNA BE A ROLLER GIRL!I

Bounty — Sun, 20 Jul 2008 20:43:25 GMT

II know, I know....I'm REALLY into this roller derby thing. First in my pics, now a blog. The roar of the grease paint the smell of the crowd! It goes to show that people want to be entertained....together....in a small auditorium....with beer and twizzlers, peanuts and coffee. Oh, yeah, the ambulance had to leave with "guests" 2 (or 3) times, but that's part of the deal. This ain't your grandma's roller derby.....hair pulling, elbows to the face (well, in actuality there WAS a brief moment in the beginning....both gals ejected) it's real women skating their asses off, literally. Gotta run. I'm going to get my skates out and practice, practice, practice.....and by this time next year....I'll be.....sitting in the fifth row, left, cheering my bruised butt off.

My High School Reunion.....

Bounty — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 05:48:59 GMT

Actually when I was a Senior "they" divided 3 existing high schools to make up one graduating class of the new High School. Off we went. Some (me) happy, most of the others annoyed. During my first 3 years at the first school I somehow got the reputation of a.) being a WITCH (no, not your loving Wiccan....the one you would have hunted down in Salem and burned.....after dunking, prodding for witch marks, etc.), and B.) completely weird and UHOH.......hispanic. Now....this gave me an edge a touch of mystery and danger exuded from me ("she can put spells on you, ya know :) , after all I AM Swedish and Apache, brown eyes and olive skin I guess equaled hispanic to the the honkles *snert . Saratoga, CA., is white town. If you weren't blond, blue eyed, and a cheer leader you were just NOT "normal". If you admired the trees, you were suspect, and Lordy what happened when I said the dreadful words "Get out of the Lab, there's going to be an earthquake!".....and there was, man, my disguise was discovered. I was an outcast. At my new school I ,having narrowly escaped the inquisitors, evolved into.....DEBATE Queen! HISTORY SPONGE! OUT OF CONTROL PRIZE WINNER! Annnnnnd, a girl who had been getting C's (always aware of the witch trials) became smart. I found a teacher, Miss (not Ms. yet) Cunningham who nurtured me, encouraged me, sent me off to give my first Original Oratory, set me up as Chair of the debate team, ended up State Original Oratory winner....and she is my hero. I was Valedictorian, that year, and embracing my weirdness. But the story I am getting to is....when I went to view the page for the reunion at least 30 people had died. Keven (female), beautiful and one of the "in crowd", gone. Knocke, one of the transplants, football hero, one of my boyfriends, gone. Both Perez brothers, gone. Linda H., one of my best friends, who's mother took me aside at a sleep over and said "You're different, they'll try and hurt you....be brave", gone. Oh, shit, the ones I wanted to see most aren't here anymore. I have thought of them often. They were Golden, they are starlight.....and they live on as teenagers forever in my teenage heart. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PhNivVWXS4s

Sigh

Bounty — Sat, 05 Jul 2008 02:49:14 GMT

Tiny hands, tiny feet, Tiny face, rosy,apricot sweet. Her wings tremble with each sweet breath, Sigh, breath in, sigh, breathing witnessed by the deaf, Alert Lizard laying in muddy depth. Mockingbird listens, cocking his eye, Is there a noise I can copy....no, just a sigh. Field Mouse snuggles against her breast, So tired, so hunted, so hungry, This, where she lies is best Of places to hide. Go, Hawk. Not tonite. Let her sleep Against the fairie tonight. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vu_GyfW_AhI

FREE AT LAST, FREE AT LAST, THANK GODDESS I'M FREE AT LAST! Annnnnnnnd, The 4th in Aptos (does this seem dangerous to you?)

Bounty — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 23:20:53 GMT

Just a brief update for you following the Mom Eye/I saga. Went to see the bigwigs in S.F. and as I predicted it was a sham. Met with a doc who was approximately 26 (ok, 28) who scraped and peeked and ooooooo'd and ahhhhhh'd......but knew nothing new. Saw her regular doc today and she "isn't getting any worse....maybe a tinge better". Drops down to 4 times a day so I am HOME ! So many thanks to all of you who held us in your hearts and prayers! Now, reporting from here in Aptos. The usual free for all, Great America-style fireworks display (put on by complete amateurs, usually drunk), attended by literally thousands of people is trying to be averted by the local law enforcement. The solution is usually long bands of plastic fence every 50 yds or so. Laughably silly and ineffective, to say the least. Sooooooooooo, they put their heads together and came up with.....drum roll, please......A CHAIN LINK FENCE ATTACHED TO THE RAILING ALONG THE ENTIRE BEACH FRONT. This method also comes with the added "protection" of a foot of "stands" to support said fence (perfect for those dark evenings.....after a few beers.....those with kidlets in strollers be CAREFUL! Old peeps, beware! The sidewalk is barely passable). What will happen when all the party goers try to leave? What happens if there is an emergency (I don't see the possibility of this....sarcasm, here). I envision a South American futbol effect. Screaming people pressed up against the fence, said fence collapsing,the look of icy terror creeping into the cops faces, tear gas exploding (yes, this HAS happened....right into the faces of parents and their kids), elephants stampeding, lions prowling the stree....... ....oh....ahem....wait....there I go with the over active imagination (again). The other option is to run helter skelter into the Monterey Bay. Ah, Santa Cruz. Home of the Weird and Clueless Local Administrators. If you're comin' down, bring your wire cutters (or know me.....you can view them from the relative safety of my home). Yee Haw! (Report soon to follow in the Sentinel, I'm sure).

The S.C. Roller Girls, Sandra and Me (Saturdays with Sandra....I see a book comin' on....)

Bounty — Sun, 29 Jun 2008 19:19:26 GMT

If you haven't been, one word. GO. It is indescribable but I'll try and will also add tidbits of Roller Wisdom. Get there early. The crowd was around the block. Wear sleazy outfit (no one else did this but Sandra and I, but I think it should be required). Use the restroom BEFORE the bout starts, get your candy and beverage (they have BEER .....in BIG cups! We, however chose coffee and licorice.....this time.) Oh, have a cocktail before you go in (that should have been first on the list, but I digress). While standing in line chat up the Roller Girls and the other folks in line. These people were every age, color, and political persuasion (ok, here I'm guessing) but we all were bound together in in Roller Girl Awe. No one was rowdy....until you got to your seats. Then, caught in the frenzy of jamming and women in short shorts circling wildly around the "rink", you will scream until you are hoarse. Stamp you feet. Boo, Hiss at the opposing team (no, there is no PITY for the opposing team....even if they are incredibly bad). It's fast, furious, and fabulous fun Santa Cruz murderized the Sacred City chicks (their coach, a young blond man who seemed completely confused.....had that "How in the Hell did I get here" look on his baby face). The score .....103 to 33. Doesn't sound like it would be so exciting. But the score doesn't matter, really (especially when YOU are the ones with the triple digits), it's just the experience that counts. Sitting with a GREAT friend, discovering something so amazing in your own backyard, finding a tribe friend, whom you've never met....right there in line (You're really hot, Angus *grin*), and losing your voice and inhibitions all in one lovely evening. I want a Roller Girl name. What do you think of Little Red Runyoudown? Anna Roll (I stole this from a friend's daughter.....but she'll never know...)....hmmmmmm, let me know what you come up with.....OOOOOO, Bombshell Bounty? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVkTLm3sYLE

Fires and Eyes ......Oh My....

Bounty — Sat, 21 Jun 2008 01:20:23 GMT

Santa Cruz south is burning now. Arson, they say. There's talk of roughing the guy up before somebody calls the cops. Highway 1 was told to be off limits, ran to get the pups from the beauty parlor and took the LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG way home. An hour to go 10 miles (but MAN! they look smokin' HOT! *sorry*) People were nice to one another. They let people merge in, one fellow stopped to pick up another who's car had overheated, we talked out of our windows (Hey! You're dogs look great.....but, ummmmmmmmm, what's the little guy (I had my pappillion shaved)" "A brazilian daze????" "NO.....blah, blah, *shit*....YEP! A Brazilian Blaze! *nodding head, smiling*". Goddess help us. A lot of the elderly live up there, many horses, families.....I'm open for business to take in small animals. Mom's Eye: Nothing new to report. Sis takes her to the doc in the morining (one half of the Greek Chorus). I take over again on Sunday. Ya gotta love family (insert older sis here), and people in cars who pick up other people on the side of the road. Ashes, ashes, we won't fall down.

A Faerie Tale (a work in progress....sorry)

Bounty — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 22:18:25 GMT

"She's sleeping. Yes, she must be sleeping" Ant, wringing his antennae said. "It can't the other....oh, say she's not dead". Beetle moved slowly to where she lay, And clicked in her ear, moved the leaves out of the way. Robin bent down and put his head to her chest. Black bead eyes shining, heart thumping in his red breast. Fauns had gathered, leaning in for the verdict Fish from the stream struggling not to slip There mouths making O's, O's O's But fish are patient as you well know. For down by the water, Laying half out and half in, Under the river willows, And in amongst leaves, Lay the tiny body, Of the faerie girl, Breeze. "Go fetch Owl", robin said quitely "And tell to her come quickly As quick as can be". If there be a chance, the chance is with she." Raven flew off (they love to be heroes) And returned with Owl, Hushed wings bringing her To the solemn scene down at the river. "Gather the dew from the dogwood blossom's Last year's acorn caps, and some dust from the Possum, Bee give your nectar, Ant, return her glamour you borrowed She's shaken, and broken, but will, if luck's with us, fly tomorrow." The potion was brewed in a knot in the tree, And carried by Raccoon, passed carefully And Owl poured it into the tiny pink mouth. They all settled in for dawn to break Mornings light being the last ingredient it would take. Dawn light crept in, rosy and gold And spreading it's glow to the forest below. As it inched towards Breeze's fingers The clan held their breath, When as quick as a spark, 'CAN'T A GIRL TAKE A NAP, WITHOUT DRAWING A CROWD?" They all new better, fairies will never admit That they're hurt or broken, or had a spirit-dip. "Oh, no, dear" Owl replied We were just passing by, (but in our heart's we thought you had died)". But never would anyone tell the faerie child The worry and work. The fussing, and tears shed At the thought of her glamour gone The thought of her dead. The Moral you see (or perhaps you don't) It's worth saving magic, Even a pouty, ungrateful faerie. To lose even one, Is one lost forever So forgive selfish Breeze. But know the world's better. So if a sad faerie, Takes a wee "sleep" Call Owl and the others And the story repeat.

Ocean Miracle......and I'm one lucky be-ach dweller....!

Bounty — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 19:12:35 GMT

There is a large (very) dolphin floating languidly in the ocean. I can see her easily, glistening and seemingly resting in shallow water. I watch carefully. This is unusual. Where is her pod? The few folks on the beach watch, as well. Something mysterious seems to be occurring with the lady of the sea. A brief patch of red appears in the water, just the slightest swirl. My heart drops and I think of calling for help when.........a tiny snout appears, a tiny tail, a tiny fin. Mother nudges her little one to the surface and flips it gently with her nose. The red is dissipating, but she hurries to take the babe away where now I can make out her pod waiting, as watchful as family, just beyond the water break. I watch as they circle, circle, circle the pair, the little one hugging close to it's mother. Two of the pod leap in the air as mother, babe, and the family head towards deeper waters. Sapphire gems wink form the sea. The fins retreating, my tears blinding, my heart bursting.

The Joy of the Unexpected or The Mystery of Valhalla ~*~

Bounty — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 20:58:27 GMT

Well, to say my birthday weekend (with what seemed like 100's .....well, 20, others :) was amazing is to put it mildly. Our secret hide-out? Ohhhhhhh, friggin' FABULOUS! HOT TUB, I'm still woozy from the "heat" (loose lips sink....well, you get it), FOOD? Ummmmmm, we forgotted. Bears? Apparently, or so we were told when we were "escorted" through the woods to the after parties. (BTW, I am now officially a wood sprite/faerie.......and NEVER believe what a faeirie tells you she is going to be wearing, we get the biggest kick outa foolin', dontcha know.......besides wings, don't mess with the wings). The bad news, we only got a few pictures, so if any of you have some shoot 'em on over. The BEST part was the time I got to spend with a certain Best Friend and all the other wonderful people who populated the Shire. *Sigh*. My wings are folded against my back........for now.....

In Preparation of a Most Excellent Adventure....again.

Bounty — Wed, 28 May 2008 17:50:19 GMT

I must decide Green or Black......but the bigger question is, WHERE THE HELL IS MY FLASK???? I pack as if I'm am leaving on a Pole Expedition, when it's only Vallhalla, with it's wild tradition. Skirts and corsets, whips and plumes, lace stockings and gloves, and delicate perfumes. Butterflies fly in my stomacher a bit, at the thought of carousing, rough housing, and sweet sugar tits ~*~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWtC8oD9qvM