if ya'll get friended by someone named Mollygrue13, thats me. i made a journal just for social commentary, misc rants, and research, considering that i'm going to be venturing into the realm of weddings/childbirth/ect real soon.

http://mollygrue13.livejournal.com/

i havn't posted here in forever, which is terrible. but when i come back i see hardly anyone else has either. *cries*

Guess what? I'm engaged!!!!

That is all for now.

have to wait until tuesday to see Eat Pray Love. arrgh.
*fist of rage*

i cant wait until this mural is done at the school. the thought of slogging out there in the heat tomorrow makes me want to cry. i need to stop being a weenie about it, though. when i'm up that ladder sweating my rear off, i'll think of Melissa, who has to spend all night, every other night at least, stationed near a green turtle nest in pompano, because it's located right next to a garage that wont turn down its exterior lighting.

but! they've planted butterfly plants in the memorial garden, and the past two weeks i've been able to watch butterflies laying their eggs while i sit mixing paint. that is something i've never seen before. i just hope that the PTA is prepared for their plants to be decimated before school starts, because they're covered with Very Hungry Caterpillars, who have all eaten their way through a plum, a pear, an apple, a cheeseburger, a large pizza, a pair of tennis shoes, a tin can, a cereal box, a nuclear bunker, and a VW bus...and they've just started on the side salad.

i may see a chrysalis before the weekend. but i'm afraid of what will happen when the kids get back. that little garden is so peaceful right now...is nature's camouflage up to a battle with 400 hyperactive elementary school kids? i hope so. i've watched these beasties grow from the womb, as it were, and i've gotten attached.

anyway.

someone in an LJ post just told me that people who believe in ghosts are mentally ill and need psychological help, and that trying to contact the dead is incoherent and childish (i believe those were the words).

i find that funny, seeing as how we're in the midst of Obon and i'm sitting here trying to plan the next moon i facilitate with AhelAdom. i want to base the event around this season of death ritual, starting with Obon and ending with Day of the Dead. i'll have to tell the ladies that they're mentally ill, in case they didn't know. they'll get a kick out of that.
how easily this person has dismissed thousands of years of human cultural history. these rituals are so precious to millions of people.
good for a laugh anyway, i suppose.

AT WHERE I LIVE!!

this is the video of the show we had on Saturday here at the Lofts:



i haven't even had time to watch it yet. i have no idea if i'm even in it.

it's Nancy's painting!! i really did finish it!!





i need to take some print-worthy shots before i pack it in 4,000 layers of armor and mail it to Texas.

last weekend:
Nerissa told me that the short film she made about my altar project won second place at a film festival.

went and did a beach cleanup with a cold (and made my cold worse and had to call in sick to work). rescued 35 baby sabel palms and built an Earth Day altar, with Nerissa filming.
left in time to go to a fair at Snyder park 5 minutes before they closed, which was fine because i still got to go in the petting zoo and pet ducks and chickens and a llama, and a tortoise, and a baby donkey, and bunnies and pygmy goats, and a sheep.

sheep are fugly with their woolies shaved off.
a goat tried to eat my purse. and my shirt. and my hair. then he jumped over the fence and tried to escape into the parking lot.

finally did real damage to myself at work. rolled over my foot with a CGW cart. doesn't hurt much but there's a squishy spot on the top, and my toes go numb when i touch it. what does that mean, exactly?

this weekend:
woke up @ 7 to set up for the Beltane festival at the UU, then ran to work to do face painting for 3 hours for Turnoff Week. then ran back to Beltane to man the craft table. Richard was such a good boy, he helped watch the table and haul boxes and chairs all day. we made 65 bucks between us.

bought a cloth shopper with a peace sign on it from a crazy old hippy, and a camo-print girl-utilikilt with ribbons on the pockets and crochet lace trim from a crazy younger hippy, who bought it in Scotland in the '80s.
the tag says: Wash with like colours. Tumble dry. KEEP AWAY FROM FIRE.
what??

AND:
finished Nancy's painting.
the one i've been working on for 5 years.
i...cant believe i finally did it.
i dont even know what to do with myself.

because i'm an idiot, i've gotten myself addicted to this community:
http://community.livejournal.com/ontdcreepy/

which means that last night i was sleeping with the light on EVEN THOUGH RICHARD WAS THERE WITH ME!
he is either incredibly long-suffering, or he somehow just does not think i'm weird. how's that possible?
also, he can apparently sleep through anything.


nin other news, the ghost is still in my mother's hallway. she's convinced its Aunt Kathy. i want to get a recorder and try picking up some EVPs. and maybe see what comes out on film. that would make a hell of a Christmas gift for my grandparents: whaddya get for the couple who has everything??? a recording of their daughter speaking from beyond the grave!! with a matching scrapbook!! top that!

snooping around on an anti-sexism website i read about, found this link:
http://manhood101.com/

and from it this quote:
The one thing that bothers me most is the amount of control these women hope to strangle life with. Now they want attention only when they give permission. It’s not enough that men need consent to engage in hetero sexual relations, but today’s feminist wants to play God in simply who gets to exchange words with them in public.

....that is...frightening.

I'M A PREISTESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











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