Ring Ring Ring Ring!

This morning Hokmayen and I woke up with Steenie in between us. For some reason I thought about him making a phone call. Steenie. Not Hokmayen.
A very professional call. And if so, who would Steenie be making that phone call to? We tried to think about it for a while. Of course obvious things come up like, The President or Emperor of Tashirojima. (For those of you who don’t want to look at the long explanation, look at THIS) and in the end, we both decided that in reality, he would really only want to call Hok.
It would hurt my feelings but it’s just too gawd damn sweet.

I am not only back from a very long pause in this Blahg because I have things to say because, oh boy, do I. But, by what some folks may call a “popular demand”. That’s right. In the beginning it was like, “Great. Jac got a blauhg and now we can indulge her love for Steenie more.” Then you realized you love the Steen Life and that you were missing it so badly when it suddenly wasn’t there.
Well don’t worry. There is plenty of Steenie to go around but first, in other news:

I have been one busy bee. Between Spay and Neuter, Mudpuppy Studios and Burlesquing, this blauhg wasn’t really a priority. Any free time I have had was early in the morning after costuming all night with Shannon and working all day. We of course used that time playing Super Mario Bros. on the Wii. Duh.

Hok and I even forgot about Valentines Day. Which is no big deal but I like to be romantic and do a little something. And he is the most romantic guy I could ever dream of in the sweetest ways but once we both realized how we both fucked up it didn’t really matter. Besides, everyday is Valentines day in this house. So here you go Honey Dumplin, Happy Valensteen’s Day.

Speaking of which earlier, I would like to take a moment to give Shannon a GIANT, public THANK YOU. Without Shannon, I would be lost. She takes time out of her insanely busy schedule to lend me her very talented hand. Helping me with costuming, hair, makeup, confidence, and support, she is the best behind the scenes burlesquer I bet there ever was .
Go Team Friends forever!
A week ago I performed in Hot Springs with the Spa City Sweethearts put on by Ruby Lead from the Foul Play Cabaret. The name is no lie cause these girls were in fact, sweethearts. Everyone had something new to bring to the table and the stage was full of beautiful, talented girls. My hats off to all the ladies.
I performed to John C. Riley’s “Mr. Cellophane“. I did sad clown. It was a success. It was a good number for me to do. Did I mention my costume kicked ass? Homemade Bustle, Bra and Top hat and eurrythang. Booyakasha.

I’ve gotten more hours up at Mudpuppy which is nice. It’s really hard man work but I think of my mama, buck up and power through it. It’s good for me and I enjoy being there though, so I try not to complain about my sore body at the end of the day too much. Plus I have good company. I have a blasty blast with that crazy kid over at Sandwich Control, Peter and an occasional Zach. They say I’m a scientist when I’m there. You here that mom? A Scientist.  I mix things like Lithium , Chrome, Manganese, Titanium and other words. Chemistry stuff ya know? I also use power tools. I could never do that stuff at home.  Oh also, Barium. You know why they call it barium? Because when people handle it to closely, you have to bury em’. HAHA. Get it? If not, your dumb. Adam tried to get me to smell it. He also throws his farts in my face so I didn’t want to trust him but my curiosity got the best of me. It smelt like nothing.  Barium. Hmph. More like Borium.

Last(ish) and we all know (obviously with the “ish”) not the least, SPAY AND NEUTER. The clinic is banging! We’ve been doing 50+ animals a day and are booked for all of March. Dr. Feliciano has been kicking ass all while being pregnant. Go Doc.
Keep in mind folks, spring is among us early this year and it is the season for breedin. Make sure to get your pets fixed and keep up with vaccinations, heartworms, ticks and fleas and other gross parasites. I fucking hate parasites. Get your own shit. It’s going to be bad around here seeing as we had a relatively mild winter and I’m assuming the rest of the country as well.
We offer all that stuff at a affordable price . 479.652.0580

Next up in store for me is GINA! Best friend stuff. No big deal. HUGE DEAL! She will be here for a week during St. Patrick’s day and that night we fiiiiiinnnaaly will get to perform on the same stage together. HURRAY! The show will be in Little Rock at Juanita’s with the Diamond Dames so if you didn’t have plans, now you do. And if you did, cancel them and make these the new plans.
Other than the show, my plans with the Bean are to drink, lie in bed, laugh, dance and play dress up. A week is not enough time.

I don’t mean to ignore the Blauhg. And it’s nice to see that even though it’s been so long, my site has not gone one day without being looked at. So thanks friends. You guys sure are swell.

The Blauhg isn’t the only thing getting ignored though. Poor Steenie, Shady Lane and Will-O-Wisp. No one loves them. Whats silly though is that Steenie will just not stand for that. He actually fought my commands and forced himself upon me as I was sewing clips onto hair the night before the show. He laid under the hair as I stitched and did not once even show any interest in trying to play with either the hair or the thread. He just needed love that bad. Poor little guy. He has had a lot to say today. We were also gone this last weekend and then worked all day and I guess he is making a point. I hear him loud and clear though and he currently is snuggled up right next to me right now. Sweet little Feenum.

I guess this is good enough for now. I’m sure most of you just scanned the last couple paragraphs for key words anyways. But at least you did that. So I love you.
I promise to try not to wait so long before the next entry. I said try.

Hi. I’m Jac. And I am an over eatter.

Maybe if I say it aloud blauhging, it will help. Maybe the humiliation will force me to make a difference. Maybe I will finally be able to take control of my life once again.  My weight has always fluctuated easily, which at times is nice. Really, really nice. Unfortunately I am not in one of those times right now. Two years ago I was in the best shape I have ever been in. (Most likely because I was doing this everyday for 4 hours) Last year wasn’t bad. I was gaining weight but it hadn’t gotten out of control. Over these last couple months I go through spurts where I really pull it together, I’ll lose about ten pounds in two weeks and then one thing or another will happen and I will fall off track.
Granted I think I am more happy and comfortable with my life then I have ever been. Well, in a sense. I guess I can’t brag too much if I am unhappy about how I feel with my body but that also seems to be the way it goes. You get happy, comfortable and fat. That must be why they say you can’t win them all. But fuck that. I want to be a winner. WINNER!
I like food. No screw that, I LOVE food. A lot. I was raised in the kitchen and food has always been important to me. Why am I taking advantage of it? I need to respect it more. Enjoy it. Savor it. And do the exact same thing with my body. If I can just get going, it will be nothing. Like I said before, I fluctuate easily so I can get it great shape if I just apply myself. It’s getting to that point right now that I’m having trouble with.

Thank god I carry my weight well. I get majority of it in the booty and the rest is evenly disbursed. It’s just a little too even. I have a couple things up my sleeves and I’m hoping that since I am broadcasting it to the world of internet’s that it will help motivate me. Otherwise when you see/hear/think of me I wont think that you’re thinking “Geez, look at Jac, she sure did let herself go. Remember when she said she wanted to lose weight? Why is she gaining more? Fat.”
Okay, I know none of you will think that, since we are all friends here and I have nice friends but still, you get the point.

Today the kid came over. She was so boring. We normally have action packed days now that I don’t see her all the time, but she didn’t want to do nothing but sit around and watch cartoons. I can’t blame her really. It’s Saturday and they don’t call them Saturday Cartoons for no reason. But I had been aching for some Mario Kart and she was done after two rounds. She’s normally bugging me about cooking and baking, I did both today and she didn’t want to help. She didn’t even want a cookie. What the hell? It was all very unlike her but I require my lazy days so I guess she wanted one too. I was happy to give it to her. It’s nice to just lay and cuddle with her anyways.

THREE BEST FRIENDS

Although I didn’t get as much cuddle time in as I wanted because I spent a lot of the day in the kitchen. Dishes, getting dinner ready, dishes, cookies, dishes, eat, dishes. It was a good day. I made this Lasagna Soup in a crock pot that turned out pretty nice and then I baked Snickerdoodle Cookies. Those didn’t turn out too nice. I’m not much of a baker which is sad because I sure wish I was. But nothing ever seems to work out the way that I want it to. I think that I go wrong with the directions. I don’t really like them. And I know that it’s very important to do everything just right with baking and I’m sure I do not. That’s okay. The cookies aren’t bad. they just aren’t perfect. Oh well.

Last night was our last night with Darkwombat so it was then or never to play Pathfinder. (a D&Dish game) I had a blasty blast. Kind of confused and I’m really bad with dice but I loved every minute. I can’t wait for him to come back because for those of you who don’t know, you need a Dungeon Master/Game Master to guide the game and play all non player characters. Since we don’t know the game that well we can’t do it alone. Bummer. But at least that will save you guys from reading/skimming over my rants about the game. Thank Darkwombat for that. Thank Japan.

I got “World War Z” in the mail today. I’m very excited about reading it and hope that it’s good. I’m aching for a good book right now. The kind that I don’t put down till I fall asleep mid sentence then dream about.
Which reminds me of “The Walking Dead”. I need to quit reading the issues and just wait for the volumes. I went and got the new one yesterday thinking I’d have a couple pages of surprise left. No. I ruined it all with my lack of patience. Man, I reeeeally do need some self control.

After we left Holiday Island last night we got the new Scoot Scoot home. She is so cute you guys. I’ll get some pictures of her with the family tomorrow and post them. Hok showed me a little about working on her and I can’t wait. Not to mention, RIDE! The weather has been so nice for such a thing. It get’s me all excited for spring time. Hurray global warming.

I’ll leave you with these interesting things I found from Yahoo.news.
They have the worst and best news and I am so addicted to it.
Yesterday I read an article about a Gym that used a picture of Auschwitz and the quote was something about killing calories. Shit, I want to lose weight but that’s pretty fucked up.
So I’ll leave you with these. They are just as bad.

• Barrels of Cotton. (And not the Steenie kind)

• Today’s youth: Winners.

“FULL TRUTH AND HARD WORK SHALL SET YOU FREE. THERE IS NO FEAR.”

Really it’s “And full truth, hard work and God’s law shall set you free! There is no fear!” But I took a line out for obvious reasons. Although I think it gets a good point across and I am totally in love with the line. It’s from Dr. Bronner’s soap. And if you don’t know what it is, you better RECOGNIZE! The quote’s all over the bottle are really crazy and I love it. There is a documentary on the family and the company and if all companies were ran like this, we would be living in a whole new world. And a really good one for that. The soap can be kinda pricey but it will last you forever.
Can you tell that I just took a bath in it? It’s mesmerizing.

I cleaned the crap out of my house today and fixed up my closet a little. My shoe situation was getting a little out of control and they were just stacking and stacking upon one another so I got some egg crates and gave them a extra story. Go me. Go shoes. I also took care of the kitties.
I have been giving Advantage for years. Like 7 to be exact. And it has done me wonders. I have never had a flea problem with Steenie before. Even with bringing home dirty shelter cats and questionable strays. And to top it off I normally only give him half a dose and share the other half with whoever else is here or I have/had. AAaaaaand, I would only administer every 4 or so months. But these last 3ish months I have noticed them. I did a full dose on everyone, then tried Comfortis. Twice. And it wasn’t changing anything. And of course, obviously just got worse. Then we recently noticed the dreaded tapeworms. How in the hell is it that me of all people have cats with fleas and now worms!? That is just sad and gross and terrible. So I went down to the big girl vet practice and got everyone super treatments. And the fleas are already dieing. Take that you gross worm giving, blood suckers. Then we gave Steenie a potty trail. It was so humiliating but for the first time ever, necessary. Guess he’s no spring chicken anymore but you know the quote, “With age comes beauty.”? It definitely applies here.

Moving on, my day also consisted of cooking. I made some Crispy Chicken Strips that were pretty good, low fat and worth the time. I will make more but I will use less cornflakes and substitute that for bread crumbs.
I also made some Nutella Cookies. I’m so sad to say (and I can’t believe that I’m going to say this about something that contains the word “Nutella) but they really weren’t that great. I’m hoping that its just me. I really liked the consistency of them. They were baked perfectly with a chewy outer rim and then a soft middle but it was… too much? I don’t even know. Try them and figure it out. I’m talking to you Sandwich Control. And then I can come over and we can do them together. Together means I will try not to eat all of the dough.
Speaking of cookies with Sandwich Control, we (he) made cookies last night. (I ate a lot of the dough) And that is what we had for dinner last night as we played Pathfinder. Or at least got ready to start playing. Which is kinda like D&D. We spent several hours making characters. I had no idea it was going to be such a serious thing. But when it comes down to the detail I guess its all important because that’s the fun of it. I am a Druid Elf. Yeah, it’s pretty bad ass. Make sure to read that hotlink if you don’t know what it is because that shit is HOT! …Oh gawd, what have I become? But also just one last thing, before you write me off as a big nerd, I have a Gorilla. Better right? No. Because there’s more. He has gold teeth and makes me sandwiches. So I obviously named him Sammy G. Duh. And that, ladies and gentlemen is why you play these games. Well those things and I will get to kick some serious ass with my creative imagination. Yay.
Okay, I promise not to talk too much about Pathfinder.
…For now.

Other then the regular blah, blah, blah, Hokmayen and I have found a good work out that we enjoy doing together which is fun. I like to watch him jump.
And my head is very consumed with show stuffs and I’m making some really great things. Like, really, really great. And I dream about it.
Last night in my dreams I was at a show and after Hok and I went to this narrow piece of sand that went through the ocean. In my dream I was talking about it being the edge of the world. Did I mention we had a mini lion?
I tend to dream very obvious things. There is no shock when analyzing them. For the most part.) Of course I have my crazy, but we wont get into it.
There is a scene in Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia where Dennis tells Sweet D that he hates hearing other people dreams if they don’t include him or sex. It’s pretty funny. And I slightly agree.

I promise that my Blauhgs will not consist only of Steenie, Pathfinder and Dreams. I don’t really want to do that to you guys. I guess I just needed to ramble to deal with my Facebook withdraws.  Hok has been playing random (amazingly awesome) videos for the last 2ish hours so it makes good time for me to typidy type away.

If you enjoyed this post because you are so super sweet to me you may like:
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Maybe you thought this was dumb. But I guarantee if you made it this far, you will love this:
Just keep swimming
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Make sure you watch this to at least 1:18

Get your ass home Cassie.

So I have closed my Facebook account. It’s a very odd feeling for me and it’s pretty pathetic. I had it so worked into my daily life that I’m experiencing times where I feel lost without it. Further more proof that I needed to cancel it for a while. I even said last night that the internet was boring and good for nothing. Obviously not true and sad on my part.
So because of which, I will be posting here more so that if I feel bored (which I shouldn’t) it will give me something to do.

I should manage to stay busy for a while though. I have three new number’s I am putting together for two shows and I’m really excited about both. One with the Diamond Dames where Siobhan and I will be guest spotting at their monthly revue in Little Rock for St. Patrick’s day and another in Hot Springs with the Foul Play Cabaret’s annual Spa City Sweethearts show where there will be about 25 ladies from the area performing.
Both shows I am very excited about. I was a little worried about the St. Patrick’s show at first because I’m not a big fan of Irish drinking music but I of course am using my super imagination and pulling together some great stuff. The duet with Siobhan is going to be absolutely adorable and my lets just say that my solo will contain a lot of glue, cardboard, glue and more glue. What once was a tasty treat will become… glue.
And the Hot Springs show is going to be bad ass. I’m finally able to do a number that I have been waiting to do for a year now. I have just been waiting for the perfect time to do it and I think that this defiantly will be it.
I could tell you guys more about it but that would just be silly. You will just have to a) wait for video and pictures or better yet, b) GO!
The more the better.

In other news, Happy New Year. Whatever that means. It’s all the same to me really but I know most people had a really crappy year. I hate to brag but I had a excellent year. Yeah some shitty things happened but that’s life. I found a great job, I live in a great home with the man I love, we got a new furry addition to our family and I’m healthy. I could talk about the things that went wrong but that would be a “Glass half empty” sort of thing to do and we all know I don’t roll like that. This year will include my new scoot scoot, scoot scoot scooting around with the man of my dreams, spay & neuter, Steenie laying on my lap (as he is right now) dance, dance, dancing and I haven’t really said it much but Hok and I are planning on moving to New Orleans. So YAY! Good things are in store for our future. For all of you who are glad about the end of 2011, it’s up to you to make the best of 2012. Figure out what went wrong last year and change. I hate to sound so “After school special” but only you are in control of what happens in your life. I mean, it’s not rocket science.

So most of my friends in this area are already aware but I still wanted to touch base on the disaperance of a sweet friend Cassie Cotta. Cassie has been missing since the night of Friday, December 30th and if you know her at all you know that it’s not like her to be out of the spot light. Especially on New Years Eve where she was scheduled for work that night. Cassie is a party girl but I know from my experience of working with her in the past, she does not miss work. I remember going into the bar to relive her and she was laying there with a blanket sick. When I asked her why she didn’t call me to come in earlier she said she had her shift and I had mine and she didn’t want to bug me. So for her to miss work and especially on such a big night is bad.
People go missing all the time but when it happens in your world you… I don’t even know what the word is. The not knowing is devastating and extremely frustrating. Her family made a video so if you feel like crying, you can watch it here: Cassie, get your ass home.
Siobhan is coming to pick me up and were going to go post some flyers around town. Please send out positive thoughts for her and her family. She is a fun and beautiful girl loved by many.

BEEP BEEP! BEEEEEEP!

BEEP BEEP!
Here I go guys!

Christmas 1989. I was 5. I came down the stairs and saw a hot pink Huffy sitting by the tree. My first real bike. It seems to be that first bikes are a big deal for kids. Maybe because once you get a bike its the first real independent thing that you get to do. Even if its riding to the end of the block. That is still your moment to escape and be free, get the wind in your hair and think.
I couldn’t wait to ride. All that I needed was for my mom to take off the training wheels. They were obviously going to be doing nothing but getting in the way.  She tried to tell me how important it was that I kept them on. That once I got more used to riding, they could come off. But how was I supposed to ride it with those big chunky things hanging on? After my stubbornness got the best of my mother, she decided that she would just let gravity teach me a lesson. Off I went. Down the drive way and off into the street. I had plans. I don’t remember what they were but I bet they were really serious at the time.
I always loved my bike riding times. Before I left the Bay I had was riding a brown glitter Schwinn that was my grandpas. We had a lot of fun adventures together.
This is really when it gets silly. The razor scooters. You know those silly little things that all those punk ass kids ride? The Bean and I used to make so much fun of them. Maybe it was because her little brother rode one so it was something that we could use in the whole “picking on little brother thing”. Anywho, one time we jokingly stole his and his friends and took off. Then we realized how totally awesome they were.  Gina, Lindsey, Megan and I all got them and road everywhere. If we were going somewhere in town we would ride. We would even take the long way or just go find giant hills so that we could ride down them.
I guess that was the beginning.
Then I started moving. A lot. And I didn’t really know what my plan was and that a car payment really wasn’t the sort of thing I was interested in. And gas. Man, fuck gas. So I got a scooter. I had never rode a motorized scooter before but it seemed like the best thing to do. So I did some shopping and found my first love.
Ladies and Gentlemen, The Yellow Submarine:

I didn’t even ride her home because I had no idea what I was doing. But the next day I was starting a new job in a new town. And I rode the shit out of her. We even went over a bridge.
We became best friends and did everything together. She was so trustworthy and never let me down. Sometimes she got flats. Okay, every month for like 5 months she got a flat but I think that was just cause she road so hard. Rampin it.
This is when the story gets sad so instead of blahbity blahbin about sad things I will tell you about my favorite way to watch Moulin Rouge. To turn it off right after the show. Right before Nicole Kidmans character dies.
We will say I am Moulin Rouging that story.
Lets start off with about 5 months ago. The scooter I was riding had it. It just couldn’t keep up with me and the engine was going to have to be rebuilt so we sold it for parts. Assuming we would just find a new one. Nope. We looked and looked and couldnt find shit. It was a total bummer and I felt, no not felt, had  lost all independence. I mean, Hok and I haven’t been able to go out and do things just the two of us. Don’t get me wrong friendly friends, you guys have been so good to me but there’s been times where I just wanted to go and do something and haven’t been able to.
So today is Christmas. Hok and I had talked about not doing presents but after last Valentines I learned that Hok will agree to such a thing but never follows through. And by not following through I mean he is the best at giving presents. So we go over to Adumbs today and they walk me into the garage.
There she is. A 83 Yamaha QT50. The girl of my dreams. She had belonged to a friends cousin and the first time I laid eyes on her I knew she would be better off with me. It’s the kind of scooter that is just aching to be loved and boy O boy to have that love for her. There is still a couple things that need to be fixed until she is in really good shape but I can’t wait to learn all about her little quirks and fluids. It is a beginning of a beautiful friendship.
I would like to thank Josh, Adam and Zach who even though I am turned up to 10, understand that it’s cause I love them much. Thank you  for helping to make this happen. If only the world had more sweet guys like you.

Then, there is the ultimate thank you. Does thank you even get the point across? I know people get sick of it and Hok doesn’t think it’s appropriate for us to rub our love in everyone faces but I’m going to have to push that aside for a minute and just say, Sorry girls but you’ll never find another guy like this.
Today for Christmas we had pizza for breakfast, drank whiskey, danced, listened to a whole lot of music, drank more whiskey, danced more and watched a horror-work out film.
Also, HE GOT ME A FUCKING NOPED.
He is the funnest, cute and sexiest, most gentle, darkest, silliest, romantic and trustworthy man I have ever met. HA! God damn I’m lucky. I just looked at him. He smiled. It made my heart warm. Sick yet? Take a break, then come back.

Okay, so I have decided to cancel my FaceBook account. This seems to be a big deal. I dont think that it will last forever but there is a lot a people who’s personal lives seem to depress me and instead of being mean and deleting people I just figured I would delete myself from the situation for a while. I just have no self control. It’s like standing in line at the grocery store and seeing all the trash magazines. I can’t stand all that shit but at the same time I’m fascinated by what [insert star here]  wore on the red carpet.
Plus I have some shows coming up and Gypsy Kitten orders and need to just be focusing on that. I need to learn how to make the most of my time and stop procrastinating so much.
So make sure to subscribe to this Blauhg cause it will be the best way to keep up with me. I will most likely update more and it wont be so long because of so. Also, you can email me at GypsyKittenEmail at yahoo.com

Christmas is over. Hanukkah is still happening.
…Jews know how to party.

And again, thanks Hokdaddy. You are more than the best.

Love Explosion

Oh Lord all mighty, where has the time gone? So many things, so many times. I suggest you pee, pour yourself a strong drink and get yerself a extra cushion for yer ass cause if you thought my post before have been long, you ain’t seen nothin yet.

What are you in store for you ask yourself? Well, let me give you some ideas:
Little Craft Show
Occupy my ass
Christmas music, trees, and how this time of year is obviously for the kitties
Most importantly, Our week of a family love explosion!
Burlesque stuff
Some sort of conclusion?

So, where did we leave off? Oh yeah, The Little Craft Show.  Well that was some cute shit. The girls putting it on were absolutely adorable and had done a rockin job. There was only about 20 vendors and they were all really amazing people with their own handmade things. Such a relief to see. The turn out was so great that people were standing shoulder to shoulder for the most part and it didn’t really seem to stop all day. I went up with Adumb and we had a super fun time no matter what he said. Everyone at the show had done very well including Mudpuppy Studios which of course is just swell. Everyone excluding me.  But that’s okay. I guess.
For one, I didn’t really have a booth. I just kind of set my stuff in my small travel display case to the side and it was pretty swallowed in pottery. I’m almost %100 sure that if I had my own booth, things would of been much different. I can set up and fine looking booth. And by fine looking, I mean totally insane and chaotic. Like a rainbow vomited onto neon glitter. In  a good way.
Famous things said to me about my pieces are, “Oh, how different.” , ” I could never wear that to church or take you with me.” , “This is so beautiful. When and where would I wear it?”
I realized that a lot of things that I think are stupid, people love which made me realize after that weekend that I don’t really know what the average person likes. It was a little depressing for a bit considering how much love, hard work, energy and money I put into it but Hokmayen put it so sweetly, I am an accessory specialist. I cater beautiful things to a select few. I guess I’d rather do it that way anyways. I’m not really into making feathery things anymore. I mean, I will make things with feathers but I’m over the feathered earrings and feathered hair clips. I am much more excited about the bigger spectrum of things and I’m going to focus more on that. Go me.  I think once we move out of this area I will do much better. People in places such as where our next move is planned to be, are much more inclined to buy what I have to offer.

Speaking of buying things from me, I would like to touch on the special note of politics for just a quick minute.
I just think its so funny how so many of folks want to preach so much about this revolution that we are in need of but you’re shopping at Target, Bed Bath and Beyond, and buying all these expensive clothing and makeup. I love seeing people with signs wearing a ton of makeup. Because surly MAC is not a corrupt company and I’m sure they are green as well. And go ahead and use your Herbal Essence shampoo liberally because they don’t test on animals.
Like I had said before, I’m pretty fucking guilty but I also don’t preach all day.
It annoys me. I will complain. My Blauhg.

So with all this Holiday shopping, I think that we forget about the most important part of it… The actual holiday it’s self. For the cat’s, it truly is the most wonder time of the year. I got some twigs and branches and spray painted them red, put them in a vase and hung my ornaments and lights on them. Super cute. Super Eco friendly. Although I do love having a live fern in the house because it smells sooooooo good, I just cant bring myself to get a tree chopped down in the honer of… um, something. I mean, I really am just in it for the presents and the food. Also, I like to make things for people.

It turned out pretty damn cute.
                                            
So yeah, the cats are in heaven. Dangling glittery things, lights, BOXES AND PAPER TO ATTACK! It’s the best Christmas ever.

To add to the best Christmas ever, my folks and sister came. A Mama, a Matty and a sister. YAY! They were here for a week and we laughed, cuddled, ate, drank, cooked, ate and drank some more and crafted. We (and by “We” I mean, the mama rocked the shit out of) cooked up a big holiday feast for everyone in my family and Hok’s family. It was a pretty great moment for him and I to have everyone eating and laughing under one roof. It will be a rare occasion so we cherished it with every ounce we had. Kewie even joined us and Jace entertained us with song. Both Mama’s finally met, Poppy had a tequila shot with Matty, (Hok and I joined in on that of course) I had two sisters and Dallas was one hell of a sport. We opened up some gifts and filled our bellies up to the max. By the time everyone had left, I think we were all cleaned up. Pretty damn successful night if you ask me.  Or Hok. Or anyone that was there. If you weren’t, sucks for you.
Man, let me tell you guys in as little as possible how damn nice it is to have a Mama around. Ohsmygawrsh. She helped me make two of my best head pieces ever to see the light of day, helped sister with who knows how many costumes, sewed up a tattered blanket while still on my couch, made a turkey dinner feast, Italian meatball wedding soup, breakfast and coffee everyday, scrubbed my bathroom, kitchen and other various walls in our house, made me a new face wash and moisturizer, monogrammed scarves, shopped, candles, and the list goes on. Hok just said that the only thing she didn’t do was fuck around. True that. And, not just do those things but her presence is calming for me. And Matty is fun and a trooper as is Hok for dealing with us Sieff Girls because we are not easy. And sister… Well, that’s sister stuff.
They just left today and even though mine and Hoks bodies are grateful to have our bed back, the house sure is empty and quiet. That is sad for me.  No time will ever be enough when we are all together and I love every minute of it more then anything.

As for now I think I will just focus on moving and dancing. I’m finally getting back into hooping and putting numbers together and it feels so good to use my body again. It’s amazing how different I feel just after 2 days. I had a great time dancing with Siobhan at the variety show and looking forward to one in Little Rock as well as a few other things I have in the works for the future. Go me. Here’s to dropping of this love weight I have so happily gained and making more costumes and perfecting my skills in the performing arts.

Other then that, it’s back to spay and neuter.
I could tell you a sad and sick story about 2 Pitbull’s but if you use your imagination, I bet you can figure it out.

I promise to write more often. These last two weeks were a bit insane-o and I have barely even checked my email.

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Today we (Adam and I) came to Fayetteville. We set up for The Little Craft Fair and the girls putting the show together were nice enough to let me put up my stuff. Mad props to them.
It’s a really sweet show and everything so far seems to be hand made by locals so I hope that it goes over well.
Luckily for us Adam’s sister, kids and friends are here for the Anime Convention. Lemme tell you, this shit, is a.d.o.r.a.b.l.e. It’s rated PG16 so its “Kid friendly” but it’s full of these cute girls in these sweet little dresses and these innocent couple that hug a lot but don’t kiss. It’s so innocent that its totally dirty. Also, nerdy. Dirty nerdy. Oh yeah. Once again, mad props to Teacher Sis for hooking it up. Xoxo.

Other then that, we set up, had sushi, I drank then we came back and as all the kids were dressing up we made paper airplanes. Then, Sandwich Control and I went up to the 8th floor at the tippy tippy top and threw them down. It was successful.   One of them got picked up and the other two, completely ignored. So, of course we hurried down to pick them up. Once again, we went up the the 8th floor and  tossed them down. We thought one had gone into the fountain but it had landed on the stairs and was once again ignored. Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, the other one landed on a booth where two vendors were talking to one customer. RIGHT ON A HAT. And not just randomly but like right between a couple hats where people were standing around chatting,. What did they do? Ignored it. Or, were totally unaware that it had happened. It was very exciting and extremely anti climatic at the same time. Fun and boo all at once. Either way, its making out to be a good time.

I should probably go to bed at this point. We have to get up early and especially me so I can get all dolled up. It never gets boring.

$40 vs 192lbs

Hi. I’m Jac and I have a totally Insane-o week ahead of me. YAY! Thanksgiving’s lazy time was really nice but kind of through me off track. It’s time to get the gears going. Like I had said in the last post, next week I have to pull two numbers together for Beatnik Betty’s Variety Show which I’m really excited about. This weekend, I’m tagging along with Sandwich Control to sell pottery at The Little Craft Show. There is going to be some great vendors so I’m really excited about networking. I also am bringing a small display suitcase so that if allowed, I will put my stuff up. I didn’t hear about the show till just recently so it was too late to get in but I’m hoping for my sake that maybe someone will be a no show and then I can put my stuff up. Here’s to hoping.  <— Make sure to watch that. It’s fucking adorable. Then next Tuesday it’s super happy family time. YAY! I haven’t seen my mom in 8 months. That is the longest we have gone. Normally 6 is the max so we will have to put in some extra hugging. I bet you we can. Didn’t I just say this? I need some new material. Don’t worry. I’m in the works of a new Blauhg right now. You know, the more serious kind. It’s about Facebook vs. Reality. But some of these things take time.

So tomorrow I wake up bright and early for dancey rehearsal then Sandwich Control picks me up in the car that Peter has rented for us. What a guy. Peter is doing another show in Little Rock so the wares are getting split up. Anywho, then we head up to Lipincottonia, pack up, head to Fayetville and set up. Luckily, Adams sister and her family will be up there for a ANIME CONVENTION and have a room at the hotel it’s being hosted at and, are graciously letting us crash there with them. HELL.YES. Dude, I’m gonna see some kick ass costumes. Adam and I have been talking up mischievous plans. MUAHAHAHA! I really should stay home and clean, dance, costume and start making Christmas presents but I’m not. It will be nice to do this though. It will be fun. The only thing missing will be my honey. He is so good about being sweet when I run off for a night and day with his best friend. I’m such a lucky girl.

Yesterday I worked 13 hours. I sat down three times to pee. It was the sweetest pee’s ever peed. Last week we spayed a 8 year old, 192 pound dog. Guess what? It was a fucking disaster. Surprise. She had been bred her whole life and her titties practically hit the floor as they would swing back and forth which each step she took. Of course, we had to go back in her this week and and I go to scrub up to go in with Doc so that I could hold her fat down while she put three layers of stitches on her thick fat skin. This poor dog. She was so miserable and who could blame her? Her 1 year old daughter was there and she was a 127 pounds. Beautiful and in great shape. Bullmastiffs. The fucked up part was that she was from the last litter and she of course had a C-Section. But did they spay the dog? Noooooo. And I bet you this is why… Most clinics charge by weight because of supplies and such. that would have been a rough $400 surgery. But why do that when you could get it done for $40? We did so much work on that dog and all they paid was $40. And of course instead of giving a donation they were just upset about the whole thing. Look, if your paranoid and sue happy, take your old ass fat dog to a clinic where she can be properly monitored. But first, maybe consider putting her on diet food. WHY IS THIS DOG NOT EATING DIET FOOD!?  Other then that the day was great. I fall more and more in love with my co-workers everyday. And Dr. Filiciano is the best. Even under stress and pressure we can laugh and make light of the situation. She is good about not letting tense situations take over the clinic and the entire day for that matter. Good for her.
I was going to post a link to the word “C-Section” but I just cant promote that kind of behavior. But look it up if your interested. We do them at work. Except for we spay them at the same time. And the puppies sleep forever.
The moral of the story, Spay and Neuter, dammit.

Well, on that note, I’m off to watch Hokmayen play some Skyrim. He’s killing Hagraven’s. They are neat and creepy looking.

 

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Where have I been you guys? Well for one, Hok was off all of the beginning week of Thanksgiving. Which meant we were busy. Busy him engulfing his existence with Skyrim and busy me… doing stuff. Come to think of it, I don’t know what the hell I was doing.  Crafting, that’s for sure, I also have recently discovered Pinterist. Doooooooood. I am totally addicted. For the most part its pretty random and I had no idea what the hell I was doing but then Mama Jane walked me through it and I think I was trying too hard. It basically is what it is. Which is this: A shit ton of kick ass crafts, projects, recipes, fashion and design. It’s basically everything that I’m into minus Steenie but I can get him on my lap while I do it sitting next to Hok and it’s like heaven. You can make different boards and then assign the whatever the hell it is to the board and use it for future reference. You have to be invited so if any of you are interested, let me know. It consumes my day. Here’s my board: Click.

We had Thanksgiving at Hok’s folks. It was great. Mama Jane and Poppy made a crazy amount of food which meant that when we came home we had a crazy happy fridge.  They made taco and burrito fixin’s and MAYEN!, that shit was gooooood. Left overs like that are fun cause there is so many ways to change it up. We are still enjoying them with every meal.
The day was perfect.
Is it silly that Thanksgiving day politics annoy me? I mean, duh the genocide was terrible. Of course. But I don’t think that’s what were celebrating. Besides the fact that it’s never on the same day which means that were not honoring a certain situation. I think for the most part we all feel pretty shitty about what happened to the natives. And I would like to say I’m sorry. So now that is out of the way, can we all just take some days off and eat, drink and be merry? In honor of the ones we love and the ones we lost.

It is now once again Sunday (At least it was at the time) and a lazy one at that. I drank on a pretty empty stomach last night and paying for it today. We went to our friends wedding and I got caught up drinking and dancing with my beautiful friends. The reception was pretty and I had super fun. Congrats Jessica and Robert.
Sunday also means The Walking Dead will be on which I of course am excited about. I bet something in it makes me cry. I must be getting ready for my monthly celebration of being baby free because everything is making me cry today. That plus being hungover so I’m a little emotional I guess. I think I have cried like 3 times already. Geez, get over it.
JUST IN NOW: (As in, its not Sunday typing anymore. It’s now Tuesday.) For some reason they are holding onto the rest of the season until February. Which is lame. And by “Some reason” I mean. They totally want to ride it out so people can look up stuff and see what to buy and such. It is very frustrating for me.

Now, as for this Sunday, Tuesday, Friday thing, I don’t know why but sometimes I tend to write my blauhg for a couple of days.  And by “sometimes” I mean it has happened like once or twice. But, will probably be happening with many. Maybe that why they are so long. Blah blah blah. I think this Blauhg in particular is kinda boring too. So why am I drawing it out for so long? I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the fact that I like to hear the sound of me type, type, typing away? Maybe it because I just like to say stuff and this is a good way. Who knows. We will figure it out. Or not. Whatever.

I would real quick like to touch base on the fact that so many people want to complain about Christmas. Shudup. The traffic is annoying as shit. That I will agree on. I will also say that this would totally be avoidable if everyone road a scooter/moped. But that is my perfect world. Other then that, don’t by a present. And if someone gives you one, be a asshole and send it back. Or better yet, tell them to send it back for you and that you don’t care. Or, here’s an idea, ENJOY IT. Take your couple days off, eat some food and be with the ones that you love because I know that I sure as hell appreciate it and I don’t know why someone wouldn’t. Good God. Are we still so stuck on this God thing? Fucking Jesus birthday bullshit? Who the fuck cares? Make it what you want, enjoy it because guess what, its not going anywhere and I don’t know a damn person who doesn’t like presents. If you say you don’t, you are a liar. Tell me you don’t so I can call you a liar to your faceearscreen. Maybe you don’t care about getting them on “Christmas” but in the long run you like them. And it gives  you a reason to go out of your way to maybe find something out about the person that you do love and get them some something special. And fuck getting it for Christmas, get it for them just because and it just so happens that Christmas is coming up so there is a super sale. I like sales.
Hey remember earlier when I was like “I blah, blah, blah.
Guess what?
Blah. Blah. Blah.

My Mama, Matty and Sister are coming on the 13th of December.
I’m going to cook with my mom a giant feast for Hokmayens family and mine.
Also I’m performing on December 9th at Kinkeads.  I’m dancing and taking my clothes off.
These are all good things that I have to bust ass to prepare for you.
I think that Steenie is staring into the future right now.

Life is good.

Also, Hok is working on the sound for Sandwich Controls podcast. It’s the same thing over and over again. Fun stuff. Listen… They update and stuff.

The Blauhging Dead

NOTE: I wrote this the day before I posted it. Because it talks about Sundays. But today is Monday.

Today started with Sushi. Things never end badly when you start with sushi. Especially when its on a Sunday. And the Sushi involves beer.
Sunday’s are good to us. Always have been, always will be. I don’t know that if its because the whole town shuts down so we instinctively shut down as well or if its because you cant get booze on Sunday’s in Arkansas so we try to stock up bringing us to the conclusion of drinking as much as we can. Either way, Hokmayen and I look forward to Sunday’s.
After Sushi we came back and listened to one of the greatest mix’s that have ever been made. My sugar dumpling made it for me for Valentines day 2 years ago. We danced. We danced a damn good dance too. Then we decided to cook. We knew if we took care of it earlier when we weren’t hungry it would be better then to be lazy, hungry and drunk later.  So today we have been cooking up some white chili in the crock pot. Its not too white because were both bad about adding a lot of ingredients but none the less, it’s going to be delicious. While he focused on that and I jumped in every 30 or so seconds, also making a pineapple upside down cake. Boy have we got some shit to eat.
Also, did I mention that we have bread bowls to eat our chilli out of? Because we do. Boom.

We cook and geek out. And I mean totally geek out. Like twenty hours from the last 3 days have been Hok playing Skyrim (which is totally badass) and me watching Stargate: Universe. So good. So good to the point where I made it to the end and now I’m pisses because the show got cut off and there was no conclusion. If you watched it at all you will understand when I say “I guess that was something destiny had planned for us all along.

Another great thing about Sundays right now is the new episodes The Walking Dead.
Oh, Walking Dead, how happy I am that you are my current obsession…

Just recently, my Honey Plum downloaded all The Walking Dead. Issues 1-90. It came with this super sweet survival guide. It’s a guide to all the characters that have been a part of the story. Big or small. It’s nice to see them all again.
The Walking Dead has obviously created a huge following. Between the books (both, the  graphic novels, and the novel, novel), the show and the characters, Robert Kirkman has proved himself over and over again to his fans, both new and old.
I must admit that when I first watched the first episode of the first season I had never read the books. But I had fallen so deeply in love that by the time the second episode had came on, I had read all the issues. Not to be a “know it all” but because once you start, you can not stop. They are so morbidly beautiful and so suspenseful that I think I had read them faster then I had ever read anything before. And then, I read them again.

Currently, it sure is nice that instead of waiting a couple months for a new issue I only ave to wait a week for the show.

The show is more then alright. And Robert Kirkman did great with representing the story into a television series. He is changing the story up a bit to make sure that the fans still get surprises and also impressing me by not selling out to Hollywood.
Unfortunately it seems that most people aren’t responding well and the reactions I’m hearing make me believe that people are getting bored with it.
It’s quite sad really. If people could see past the fact that majority of the story is about peoples problems with each other and their struggles to live everyday, then they would realize that the zombies are predictable. Their comes a point where you learn how to deal with the walkers. It’s people you can’t trust. And its obviously much more dangerous.

Of course the make up is gooooooood. Damn good.

So quit yer bitching about them looking for “the little girl” and read the damn book. It will answer all your questions. And I promise that you wont want to stop reading.