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So. I have a new schtick for faire. Thanks to my very gay brother rose seller friend Kevin, I am gypsy bitch. Okay, so I was always a gypsy bitch. But somewhere, inside, I have found this bastardized Russian/Spanish/Italian accent in HORRIBLE English to speak with.
Nonstop.
Never breaking character.
Heh.
Kevin & I figured this out one day in front of the Candle Maker. We were hawking, and it just *flowed*. Perfection, really.
I sold 52 roses on a shitful day.
Today? I sold 35 roses to zombie patrons.
I have made MANY friends, more pictures have been taken of me in a day and a half than all frickin' season.
Hysterics GALORE. I also call it Gypsy Plague. For if you are around me too long you start talking like me. *grins* I ganked this from pretty girl whatshername who has "Russian Plague". I can't quite catch THAT one, but we sound like we might have been similar at one point.
ANYRATE.
I have had lots of fun this weekend. Highlights you say?
- I fed Porkie. Porkie is the porcupine that is with the bears (da bahrs). He grabbed the food with his lil' mouth, then wandered down his cage and ate it with his little hands. SO CUTE HOLY SHIT. Then followed me around for more. I have a new friend.
- I delivered a rose to Jay today from Kim. Shocking. No, not really. What WAS soooprising was that this rose inside had BEBE snapping turtle. FRESHLY HATCHED! Apparently there was a lil' nest or something. They were all over. Hopefully they have all be returned to the swamp :) I know that's where the lil' guy I gave over went.
- I got two new pins. "BRB" since I'm *always* saying it and "TMFI? TFB." because I am me.
- In that arena, I also went to Nero and got a piece of leather to hang all my happy pins off of. DELIGHTFUL!!! Now I am always wearing mah pins! YAYAYAYAY!
- I have had some of the FUNNIEST deliveries to do since I've picked up my new accent. I am gleeful.
- Tips? They are nuts. And note to sexy womens in the Blue Boar (working and otherwise supporting it) DAAAYYUMMM!! The generosity is just too much <3 <3
- Romance wars. SO FRICKIN' AWESOME! I love watching this stuff. I love when people cry from the thought of a gift.
- Kelly Rose blushes so easily it's almost too not enjoyable to watch. OH HOW I LIE!!! It is a riot. I love it. It's like making Bubbles squeak. Too much fun for one day.
- DAMMIT ANNE MARIE!! WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!?!?
- Medea. Dood. I love that play more and more. They boys are having fun and ad-libbing much more. Hysterics galore.
- Next week is "post apocalyptic prom" cast party. I think after the apocalypse, I am going to be sooo tired from all that work, I shall be in jammies. ;-)
- My boots were made for walking, that's just what I did, I walked right through those stinkin' boots. I was by First Aid, and realized I had a twig stuck in my boot. NOOO. I had a FLAT TIRE. My shoe's bottom was SHREDDED like a truck tire on the highway. I have never seen anything like it so instantaeously. I went and found someone (Mariah at the Leather Rose) who used the tape of the ducks to put my shoe together. Then Squish reinforced that shit. I had a silver boot. People were amused at my story and antics in full Gypsy accent.
- Today I wore sandals. My feet are so skeevie.
- In news of the exploding props and garb, my basket took a header today. it has looked rather weak for a while and today on a privy run, I went to put my basket down and PEACE OUT MR. BASKET! The handle came *right* out. I was in shock. I assimilated myself, and used a loaner. Then I just bought the damned thing. I need to bling out my basket a bit more.
- I worked at "Birds of Play" for about 8 minutes today. I had to watch the cash box for Logan while he had an emergency since his relief didn't show up. Go figure. So I sat and blew into the cheepie cheepie birdie. I had fun. Didn't sell any roses or birdies, but I had fun. Heheheh.
- After Logan's return and much gratitude, I harassed the Sandman. He sells the sand in a bottle by the Maypole. I said "Mr. Sandman, give me a dream, yes?" and he said "C'mere, I have a gift for you." and gave me a small vial of tiny tiny rocks and gems. I am so excited to have more basket bling! Mr. Sandman reall DID give me a dream! He said it is for good luck. We can only hope.
- My skin is disgusting. After this weekend and all my stressing about several things, it has been too much. I am one large whitehead. Shoot me.
- Saw my Grandpa this Friday. The "boyfriend is wonderful" post had to do with this. he drove all the way down to me to go with me to see him. Isn't he wonderful? Anyrate, I saw the Grandpa. He is not happy. He has many meds, many nurses, many doctors who are rude. Some though are sweet. To those of you lovely professionals who take the time to actually treat your patients like people? I thank you. You are few and far between.
- I am disappointed in my mother. Severely. I have been let down many times by this woman. It doesn't phase me TOO too much. Irritate? Sure. Who doesn't get annoyed. But. My grandfather, her FATHER, has been in the hospital for 9 days? Something like that. 9 days. She hasn't called or showed up once. He says to me "Nicole, have you heard from your mother?" And I of course say "No Grandpa, you know it's best we avoid each other" and he goes "Oh. She hasn't called or showed up since I've been here. Nicole Marie, I didn't raise her to be like that." Breaks my foolish little heart. Things that are still idealized in my world crumble with phrases like that. I get very disappointed. But when she wants his car? She knows how to call. Lovely, no?
I know I am not the best of grandchildren. I didn't call or show up before Friday. But. I am NOT that strong. People think I am some super woman, but I'm not. I don't know why people think that. I do what I have to do when it is right to do so. But at the same token, it is very hard for me to deal with certain situations. I don't talk about it, because even if it is hard, it still needs to be done, right? So it gets done. Even if I don't like it. I do not like seeing him like that. I do not like hearing my grandfather sound so disappointed in my mother. It hurts my heart.
Crying break. Please hold.
*sigh*
I don't know what my family thinks of me half the time. I know most have terrible opinions about this little grey sheep of the family, but I do love them. They have raised me when my mom was too young and silly to recognize what she was doing. I love them for it. I hope they know. I don't know sometimes.
All I know is I hate that he hurts. I am a stupid little girl for some of my thoughts, I know. I know I am scared too. Always surrounded by loss, you know, but it never ever ever gets easier to see. Especially so close. There are good things in life too though, right?
- I saw Andy today. He used to be in my Dungeons and Dragons (yes, I am that sort of geek) group and has been friends with lots of my friends FOREVAR, but then he went all nuts and decided to be a family man and stuff so I have not seen him much. He has the most beautiful, well tempered baby girl. She is beautiful. The cherubic giggle and grabbing of the chubbie toes made my ovaries tick something fierce. Val heard it, she can attest.
- You know what sucks? Being lied too. Nothing of import either!! Why bother??? Is pride such an issue? Why bother. Seriously. We are human. We make mistakes. I rarely say "I told you so" because well. We are human. We make mistakes. Pencils have erasers.
- My phone battery was like, loose today or something. Every call I tried to make said "Call Failed!" and I thought I didn't pay my bill. Well, either I have a credit now, or I am zero balance. Squish fixed it. He is a genius. As my text message goes off. Hello Tia! Anyrate, if you tried to reach me today and got my voicemail and didn't leave a message, I apologize, because I couldn't get ANYTHING.
- Firenze is whining. So cute.
- My hips are weird. If I were a dog or something, they would say I have hip displacia (spelling? what spelling?). My hips pop out of joint. Not a lot. Nothing for concern. It has happened my ENTIRE life. With every step I take, my hips click. People feel it. Well, with spending 12 hours on mah feet, my hips click lots. My left hip in particular. It pops I'd say a quarter or half out of the socket by the end of the day. Squish managed to massage it back into place this morning from Saturday. But, today? Driving home? My hip made the SICKEST most SATISFYING *SNAP* into place ever. Oh, the deliciousness of it.
- So, since my hip was screwed up last night, and did I mention I still have a RAGING cold/allergy issue, I couldn't sleep at all last night. I dozed for a clip here and there. But for the most part it was wakie wakie, eggs and baccie for me. Sucked. Red Bull made me function.
- I had my first full pickle of the season. It was exactly what I needed during the peak of the day. Delicious, cold, satisfying. I keep getting busy lately and forgetting to eat. So the boyfriend makes sure I eat something at some point. I am a sucker for the mozz sticks. The batter is delish. So he gets those for me so he knows I'll eat them. Isn't he sillie? I love him. I hydrate lots though. And I get lots of cookies from Beth and Kevin and Christine (she gives me ice cream and brownies too, sometimes I ColdStone that shit together and it's delicious). I love faire food.
- I am so dizzy. I am in need of the sleep.
Lastly,
- Many of my friends are having issues. Good, bad and indifferent. I am there for you all. Because I love you guys. You are my family too, genetics be damned. Quite frankly some of you don't want my genetics. Although, let's face it. I have nice hair.
So. I have a new schtick for faire. Thanks to my very gay brother rose seller friend Kevin, I am gypsy bitch. Okay, so I was always a gypsy bitch. But somewhere, inside, I have found this bastardized Russian/Spanish/Italian accent in HORRIBLE English to speak with.
Nonstop.
Never breaking character.
Heh.
Kevin & I figured this out one day in front of the Candle Maker. We were hawking, and it just *flowed*. Perfection, really.
I sold 52 roses on a shitful day.
Today? I sold 35 roses to zombie patrons.
I have made MANY friends, more pictures have been taken of me in a day and a half than all frickin' season.
Hysterics GALORE. I also call it Gypsy Plague. For if you are around me too long you start talking like me. *grins* I ganked this from pretty girl whatshername who has "Russian Plague". I can't quite catch THAT one, but we sound like we might have been similar at one point.
ANYRATE.
I have had lots of fun this weekend. Highlights you say?
- I fed Porkie. Porkie is the porcupine that is with the bears (da bahrs). He grabbed the food with his lil' mouth, then wandered down his cage and ate it with his little hands. SO CUTE HOLY SHIT. Then followed me around for more. I have a new friend.
- I delivered a rose to Jay today from Kim. Shocking. No, not really. What WAS soooprising was that this rose inside had BEBE snapping turtle. FRESHLY HATCHED! Apparently there was a lil' nest or something. They were all over. Hopefully they have all be returned to the swamp :) I know that's where the lil' guy I gave over went.
- I got two new pins. "BRB" since I'm *always* saying it and "TMFI? TFB." because I am me.
- In that arena, I also went to Nero and got a piece of leather to hang all my happy pins off of. DELIGHTFUL!!! Now I am always wearing mah pins! YAYAYAYAY!
- I have had some of the FUNNIEST deliveries to do since I've picked up my new accent. I am gleeful.
- Tips? They are nuts. And note to sexy womens in the Blue Boar (working and otherwise supporting it) DAAAYYUMMM!! The generosity is just too much <3 <3
- Romance wars. SO FRICKIN' AWESOME! I love watching this stuff. I love when people cry from the thought of a gift.
- Kelly Rose blushes so easily it's almost too not enjoyable to watch. OH HOW I LIE!!! It is a riot. I love it. It's like making Bubbles squeak. Too much fun for one day.
- DAMMIT ANNE MARIE!! WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!?!?
- Medea. Dood. I love that play more and more. They boys are having fun and ad-libbing much more. Hysterics galore.
- Next week is "post apocalyptic prom" cast party. I think after the apocalypse, I am going to be sooo tired from all that work, I shall be in jammies. ;-)
- My boots were made for walking, that's just what I did, I walked right through those stinkin' boots. I was by First Aid, and realized I had a twig stuck in my boot. NOOO. I had a FLAT TIRE. My shoe's bottom was SHREDDED like a truck tire on the highway. I have never seen anything like it so instantaeously. I went and found someone (Mariah at the Leather Rose) who used the tape of the ducks to put my shoe together. Then Squish reinforced that shit. I had a silver boot. People were amused at my story and antics in full Gypsy accent.
- Today I wore sandals. My feet are so skeevie.
- In news of the exploding props and garb, my basket took a header today. it has looked rather weak for a while and today on a privy run, I went to put my basket down and PEACE OUT MR. BASKET! The handle came *right* out. I was in shock. I assimilated myself, and used a loaner. Then I just bought the damned thing. I need to bling out my basket a bit more.
- I worked at "Birds of Play" for about 8 minutes today. I had to watch the cash box for Logan while he had an emergency since his relief didn't show up. Go figure. So I sat and blew into the cheepie cheepie birdie. I had fun. Didn't sell any roses or birdies, but I had fun. Heheheh.
- After Logan's return and much gratitude, I harassed the Sandman. He sells the sand in a bottle by the Maypole. I said "Mr. Sandman, give me a dream, yes?" and he said "C'mere, I have a gift for you." and gave me a small vial of tiny tiny rocks and gems. I am so excited to have more basket bling! Mr. Sandman reall DID give me a dream! He said it is for good luck. We can only hope.
- My skin is disgusting. After this weekend and all my stressing about several things, it has been too much. I am one large whitehead. Shoot me.
- Saw my Grandpa this Friday. The "boyfriend is wonderful" post had to do with this. he drove all the way down to me to go with me to see him. Isn't he wonderful? Anyrate, I saw the Grandpa. He is not happy. He has many meds, many nurses, many doctors who are rude. Some though are sweet. To those of you lovely professionals who take the time to actually treat your patients like people? I thank you. You are few and far between.
- I am disappointed in my mother. Severely. I have been let down many times by this woman. It doesn't phase me TOO too much. Irritate? Sure. Who doesn't get annoyed. But. My grandfather, her FATHER, has been in the hospital for 9 days? Something like that. 9 days. She hasn't called or showed up once. He says to me "Nicole, have you heard from your mother?" And I of course say "No Grandpa, you know it's best we avoid each other" and he goes "Oh. She hasn't called or showed up since I've been here. Nicole Marie, I didn't raise her to be like that." Breaks my foolish little heart. Things that are still idealized in my world crumble with phrases like that. I get very disappointed. But when she wants his car? She knows how to call. Lovely, no?
I know I am not the best of grandchildren. I didn't call or show up before Friday. But. I am NOT that strong. People think I am some super woman, but I'm not. I don't know why people think that. I do what I have to do when it is right to do so. But at the same token, it is very hard for me to deal with certain situations. I don't talk about it, because even if it is hard, it still needs to be done, right? So it gets done. Even if I don't like it. I do not like seeing him like that. I do not like hearing my grandfather sound so disappointed in my mother. It hurts my heart.
Crying break. Please hold.
*sigh*
I don't know what my family thinks of me half the time. I know most have terrible opinions about this little grey sheep of the family, but I do love them. They have raised me when my mom was too young and silly to recognize what she was doing. I love them for it. I hope they know. I don't know sometimes.
All I know is I hate that he hurts. I am a stupid little girl for some of my thoughts, I know. I know I am scared too. Always surrounded by loss, you know, but it never ever ever gets easier to see. Especially so close. There are good things in life too though, right?
- I saw Andy today. He used to be in my Dungeons and Dragons (yes, I am that sort of geek) group and has been friends with lots of my friends FOREVAR, but then he went all nuts and decided to be a family man and stuff so I have not seen him much. He has the most beautiful, well tempered baby girl. She is beautiful. The cherubic giggle and grabbing of the chubbie toes made my ovaries tick something fierce. Val heard it, she can attest.
- You know what sucks? Being lied too. Nothing of import either!! Why bother??? Is pride such an issue? Why bother. Seriously. We are human. We make mistakes. I rarely say "I told you so" because well. We are human. We make mistakes. Pencils have erasers.
- My phone battery was like, loose today or something. Every call I tried to make said "Call Failed!" and I thought I didn't pay my bill. Well, either I have a credit now, or I am zero balance. Squish fixed it. He is a genius. As my text message goes off. Hello Tia! Anyrate, if you tried to reach me today and got my voicemail and didn't leave a message, I apologize, because I couldn't get ANYTHING.
- Firenze is whining. So cute.
- My hips are weird. If I were a dog or something, they would say I have hip displacia (spelling? what spelling?). My hips pop out of joint. Not a lot. Nothing for concern. It has happened my ENTIRE life. With every step I take, my hips click. People feel it. Well, with spending 12 hours on mah feet, my hips click lots. My left hip in particular. It pops I'd say a quarter or half out of the socket by the end of the day. Squish managed to massage it back into place this morning from Saturday. But, today? Driving home? My hip made the SICKEST most SATISFYING *SNAP* into place ever. Oh, the deliciousness of it.
- So, since my hip was screwed up last night, and did I mention I still have a RAGING cold/allergy issue, I couldn't sleep at all last night. I dozed for a clip here and there. But for the most part it was wakie wakie, eggs and baccie for me. Sucked. Red Bull made me function.
- I had my first full pickle of the season. It was exactly what I needed during the peak of the day. Delicious, cold, satisfying. I keep getting busy lately and forgetting to eat. So the boyfriend makes sure I eat something at some point. I am a sucker for the mozz sticks. The batter is delish. So he gets those for me so he knows I'll eat them. Isn't he sillie? I love him. I hydrate lots though. And I get lots of cookies from Beth and Kevin and Christine (she gives me ice cream and brownies too, sometimes I ColdStone that shit together and it's delicious). I love faire food.
- I am so dizzy. I am in need of the sleep.
Lastly,
- Many of my friends are having issues. Good, bad and indifferent. I am there for you all. Because I love you guys. You are my family too, genetics be damned. Quite frankly some of you don't want my genetics. Although, let's face it. I have nice hair.
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Date: 2007-09-10 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-10 05:00 am (UTC)and then you remember the drama. and the aching feet. and the drunk annoying zombie patrons. ;)
see, i focus on icky aspects to make you go "no. i don't miss working the faire." heheeh :D
i love YOU! like mad crazy whoa. ;)
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Date: 2007-09-10 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-10 06:09 am (UTC)Made me think of YOU!
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Date: 2007-09-10 11:57 am (UTC)::hugs::
xoxoxo
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Date: 2007-09-10 01:02 pm (UTC)Thank God... or whatthefuckever... that your weekend was better than mine.
Also, I FINALLY just mailed that package to you. Firstly, I had no moneys for postage, secondly- the peices got all messed and I needed to fix 'em. but now? They's on their merry. 'spect 'em soon!
:)
♥
xoxo
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Date: 2007-09-10 02:15 pm (UTC)OOOH! i get stuffs!!!! :D
♥
*SMOOTCH*
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Date: 2007-09-10 01:15 pm (UTC)You are such an awesome person! And I know I have said it before, but I am very happy you have a man who treats you well and whom you can lean on.
Get sleep and take care of you!
ps: not only do you have nice hair, but you have a very pretty face and can do make up real well too!
*mwahs*
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Date: 2007-09-10 02:15 pm (UTC)*grins*
*MWAHS*
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Date: 2007-09-10 02:07 pm (UTC)And it's spelled dysplasia. :)
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Date: 2007-09-10 02:16 pm (UTC)yar. so dr. randy hath told me. heheh :)
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Date: 2007-09-10 02:12 pm (UTC)Hehehehehe, somehow I think you have had plenty of pickle time this season miss ma'am!
*big hugs* to you and your ever crazy life... we all have the d.rama in our lives... hang in there, you are FIERCE!
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Date: 2007-09-10 02:17 pm (UTC)<3 indeed.
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Date: 2007-09-10 02:26 pm (UTC)I'm all for jammie-time at the prom.
It was the battery? Weird. I never would have pegged that since it tried to call out.
*hugs* Sorry (again) about your family.
J.
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Date: 2007-09-10 02:40 pm (UTC)i'm taking over. i'm calling it jammie time.
i KNOW! it just was loose. fecker.
*hugs* thankies :)
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Date: 2007-09-10 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-10 03:00 pm (UTC)i email you my phone number anyways :D
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Date: 2007-09-10 02:57 pm (UTC)2) The Gypsy accent is made of awesome.
3) You are a strong person because you help the rest of us when we are having serious issues. :-) You own.
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Date: 2007-09-10 03:02 pm (UTC)2) isn't it?! i am so happy it came out :D
3) *smootch* it's easier helping other people with problems, duh. heh
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Date: 2007-09-10 08:14 pm (UTC)Kevin the rose guy... I used to LARP with him a long long time ago... When I was at faire he goes Sarah, how the hell are you and I was at a loss... tee hee it was good to catch up with him!
hugs
miss you
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Date: 2007-09-10 08:19 pm (UTC)yes!!! he's the best. i can not let him run away *mwahahha*
*hugs*
i see you soon miss bridey bride!!!
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Date: 2007-09-10 08:54 pm (UTC)i barely know ya
but you still rock
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Date: 2007-09-10 09:00 pm (UTC)*hugs*
I don't know what it is about this year...
Date: 2007-09-10 09:04 pm (UTC)YOU are STRONG. Why?
- You know your limits when it concerns personal stuff and you are not afraid to ask for help, to lean on, or to cry. Do you know how many people think it strong of them to just be a "rock" all the time? (*waves* Hi, have we met?)
- You are strong enough to endure what your step dad did to you and to endure the defense your mother gives at the expense of the relationship you two have. Whether you are used to it or not doesn't matter - the fact that you still endure it speaks leaps and bounds.
- You refuse to turn bitter, that wonderful large heart of yours. And I hope you never lose that warmth. It's what draws all of us (your friends) to you. Your capacity to love is awe inspiring and we love you for it.
- Beauty of the soul doesn't come very often and when you witness it, it's breath taking. You probably have the most beautiful souls I've ever witnessed, because no matter what's done to you or around you, at the end of the day, you are still you through it. Life is beautiful to you because you are beautiful to it.
I could go on and on. But you get the idea.
And as exhausting as this weekend was for you, you needed it. I love you, doll. *hugs*
Re: I don't know what it is about this year...
Date: 2007-09-10 09:16 pm (UTC)- *grins* uhhuh ;)
- <3
- bitter people need sugar. i hate bitter tasting anything. it's a personal mission i think ;)
- you gonna make me teary, bitch.
i love you too chica <3 *hugs*
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Date: 2007-09-10 10:26 pm (UTC)This was such a lovely post. I am thinking of you and your grandpa. You are such a sweet, loving, caring person. Thanks for letting me be a part of your (virtual) life. I'd love to visit your ren faire; it sounds so awesome.
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Date: 2007-09-10 10:50 pm (UTC)it's a great faire :D