Yeah, sometimes it seems like Louisiana's only got two types of food : if it's not fried, it's bright red from the amount of pepper.  I'm constantly getting teased for my "delicate northern palate"... I almost feel sorry for anybody who cooks for me, they've got to make sure it's bland as heck to them, and provide milk to soothe the burn for me. Sometimes I feel like screaming "has anybody around here even HEARD of vegetables?!" *shakes head*

Anyway. Dinner consisted of fried turkey, rice dressing(as opposed to cornbread dressing, and actually not half bad) biscuits, and yams. Yeah, I know, hypocrite me with no vegetables, but in my defense, I ate a salad for breakfast! (well, it was noon. but still.)

Black velvet skirt and vaguely victorian inspired top, with a braided bun to complete the look,since today was NOT a day I wanted to risk getting my hair caught in my food. Had a minor... incident with the cats which resulted in both being locked up in their respective cages until the food was put away, LOL. my cat, though, is weird. due to space(or actually, lack thereof) Her mesh cage is on top of the larger kennel crate for Voodou(designed for medium dogs, and bought for Paul's last cat, a bigarse tom cat(who barely fit)), anyway, I dropped the front door panel to let her out, and she just stared at me like... umm.. why are you stealing my walls? and went back to sleep. Well, now she's using it as her regular napping place, apparently. Hey, if it keeps her from wandering around the house screeching, I guess it's a good thing.

Well, I sold another belt on ebay, so once I get paid for that and ship it, I'll ship out my assignment's present the same day. Probably next week.

Speaking of which, ARRG. I had my first crappy customer a few weeks ago, and I'm still pissed as heck at her. Bids, wins the auction, and then doesn't pay. I tried emailing her on day 3, day 7, and day 10 after the auction closed, and not ONCE did I get a response. two full weeks of no contact, no anything, I opened up a dispute, and within a few hours, she cancelled her ebay account. GRRR.

Anyway. I just needed to rant, sorry. Speaking of things that don't quite work right... My cell phone has a habit of randomly asking me to update the clock, at least once a day. Yesterday morning, I woke up and tried to see what time it is (the cell phones are the only clocks in the bedroom)... my phone was trying to get me to update the clock again, however... this time it said, "new time : 5:62 a.m. Update clock?" Half asleep, I was like.. yeah, whatever. Wait. What? *does quizzical head tilt like confused puppy*  I'm not sure I trust AT&T's cell towers anymore...

Other than that, all is fairly right with the world of K. 

Goodnight, and good luck.

Thanks... although I slept in until about 9 this morning, woke up sick(nausea, headache, sore throat, basically the Ick).. and was like, screw this, I'm going back to sleep. Then I was woken up by food, and the nausea was gone, so I had some nice gumbo, and then went grocery shopping. HEE. I wore my irish dress and my white chemise(the one I got off ebay) out to the store, and since it was bloody cold, also my cloak. The cashier at one of the stores gushed over how cute it was, and got my email and ebay name so she could have me make her and her daughter some dresses... not only comfortable and cute, but advertising too!

Anyway, we're FINALLY getting the starter changed in the truck!!! On a whim, Paul called his friend S to see if he knew anything about nissan trucks, and starters... and S showed up an hour later to pull it out. They're going to the parts store first thing in the morning and getting a new one. WOOO!

OOH. Another interesting thing happened wednesday night. I say interesting, meaning "terrifying and worrisome".  I was on the phone with my mom, and then my f-FIL(future father in law) beeped in... less than a minute into that conversation, out of no-where, lightning strikes the electrical transformer on the pole outside our house, which of course, fries. *blinding flash of light and power goes out* *power returns for 2 seconds, then transformer fries again* *repeat last step twice more*  of course, it's the mostly dry season here, so the HUGE bamboo-type cane patches by the road(I'll take pics tomorrow) are dry, and perfect kindling. We're incredibly lucky that not one of the four massive shocks threw sparks into the bushes. Even more lucky, is the fact that the computer is not completely dead. Plugged in, turned on, and it tried to reboot inself every time the power returned. four chances for either or both hard drives to be fried.

It was funny, though. Right before that, I had another of my headaches... and after the power went out and stayed out, I looked up towards the heaven and had this to say. " blessed lady, I know the light hurts my eyes when I have a headache, and I thank you for thinking of me... but this is rediculous."

That's me, finding humor in crappy situations. Then again, when I found out the computer was 100% okay, I commented to Paul, "one of the good things about believing in a goddess who pretty much has a following of 1... Is that she's often bored and watches over me. That's also kinda creepy, really. "

Delicate northern palate?? Northerners eat hot, heavy foods to compensate for their climate

Very true!  Even in the summer a five alarm curry is not unheard of!

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Well, we just got back from the best day ever.

We went to the rennaisance faire(yay!), although Paul didn't/couldn't get up early, so we didn't get there until around 2:30, but that still gave me a good 2 and a half hours, since the end-of-day cannon sounded at 5.(still kinda feel cheated, but at least I got some time in)... Anyway. I got a new brass hairstick with a claw holding a crystal ball(actually a blue marble, but we'll ignore that fact since it's totally freaking pretty)... saw almost all the vendors, got a bunch of ideas and tips for how to do things(hee... some of these people don't know they're creating competition, but there's room for all of us)... the chain mail ladies... their stuff was prettier, but right now, using just the tools at hand and a single trip to hobby lobby, I could almost certainly kick their arses design wise. I mean, not to sound snotty or anything, but it was cheaply made crap quality.   at least I know my competition.

Also. I passed a vendor advertising ocarinas, looked in the back and noticed a rack of stringed instruments. lutes, spanish guitars, and yes. three harps. *massivehappy* ** So the K. dissapeared for half an hour, until Paul came looking for me. "look honey! I has a harp!" and went back to playing. No, I didn't bring one home with me. they were the cheaply made Pakistani harps you can find on ebay for over 100$ less, and after listening to the tone, it really wasn't worth it. though... even though the bass end was dead sounding, and the high treble was dinky and tinny sounding... I was still the prettiest sound... I am renewed in my quest for a lap harp, although prefferably a better made, better toned instrument (Yes, I already have what I want picked out)... We also got three types of stick insence(vanilla, honey vanilla, and papaya - the first two were mine... the last was paul. I didnt' care for the papaya... but whatever.) and four drams of essential oils. Rosemary(headaches), Lavender(muscle aches), and ... cypress, as the three combined makes a most excellent muscle relaxing massage oil, blended into jojoba, tea tree, or even EVOO.


After we left the faire, driving home, we both decided we were hungry, and since the truck can be turned off and re-started now(WOOO!), he decided to take me into New Orleans for Pizza.  He's been promising to take me to Angeli's pizza place for oh.. a year and a half, maybe? and never got around to it until tonight. Almost worth the wait.. it was darn good, although the tomatoes on the pizza just... weirded me out. Sun dried tomatoes on pizza? yes. fresh, cut tomatoes?  

Anyway, we walked through the quarter for a bit after we ate, stopped at a magazine shop for a shotgun magazine for the f-fil, and a copy of rennaisance magazine for me. my new hairtoy got its first ever compliment from the proprietress, too. baby's not even four hours owned and already getting "ooooohhh"s. We then drove around the city, he showed me uptown, the garden district, the rest of the quarter, some of the other areas I don't remember the names of... anyway, it was a great tour.

but I got to play a harp! I was always unsure, slightly, that I would spend several hundred on one, and decide I hated it after playing. Now, I no longer have even that shred of doubt.

Yay for lack of doubt. Yay for pretty hairtoys. YAY for a very good day out with my honey.  on that note... goodnight. This is one sleepy K. Did much more than I usually do.... so off to sleep for 18 hours now.

Oh, before I go, I'd like to remark on something. Out of all the period and not so period garb I wore today... The only thing that was remotely uncomfortable? the modern bra. the tightly laced bodice boned in 4 places? comfortable as all heck. I'ma thinkin' our ancestor-ladies knew somethin' we don't.




*I would like to note: mentioning the harps place of origin is not a slight against the country. Pakistan makes many beautiful, great quality Items (see purple knife above). Harps, however, are not one of those items.

Total coolness!   I wish our Ren Fest was still going.