Life is Short

Brilliant. Absofuckinglutely brilliant

Yeh... it made me smile.
I just thought I should tell you people...
We got the fattest compliment today about our facepainting.
The wife of the dude who´s hiring us (she, btw, is Brittish HUZZAH!!) came by after we´d been facepainting for about a hour (mind you, we were even charging per face) and she said, and I quote "You guys are amazing! Your face painting is absolutely BRILLIANT!"
I was euphoric, needless to say.
And we didnt do that bad money wise either.

Cool no?

Again, no pix.

Ill get some soon. Maybe I´ll take some candid ones of oz when shes facepainted.
Gosh she´d kill me.
Heh.
Fun.

Yesterday I talked with my good friend ozie on the fone. She´s coming down here today (well... it´s like 6 am and I couldnt sleep so HUZZAH!!) so we were discussing all the evil viles that she will bring with her like potato chips and high-heels. We tend to be quite long winded on the phone "OH and did you know im reading silly erotic stories about giant baby pickles?... Oh wait... That was the vampire story..." and when we´re done, we tend to sound like a silly mushy couple

"you hang up first."
"no, you hang up first."

So this time I actually DIDNT hang up on her first. I told her it was her turn. And she was all, "Oh yeah? You´re serious? Well you asked for it!" and I hear this click, and silence... for about, 2 seconds, where uppon a hear a cautious "...Mel?" I laughed, seeing as she must not have pressed the "hangup button" properly. I told her to do it again. And she did, again, and again, and again.

Didnt work.

By this time we were on the floor in, as some would call it, "hilarious tears" (esy you should appreciate this) well, we werent actually on the floor but yeah.
I told her then to hang the actual fone, and leave it for a little while. So she did. After about 5 sconds, and me about to hang in satisfaction thinking she was truely gone, suddenly i hear "...MEL???" Which again had us in fits of "hilarious tears".
So we talked for a few more minutes, asuring eachother that the other would be the first one to hang. Till I realized I actually had something important to ask her, pertaining to our monthly allowance when suddenly.....

The fone went dead.

The battery died!!

(True story)

It´s my dear sisters bday today. WOOOHOOO!! I actually got it on the right day!! Im so proud of myself...
Sis I hope you have a smashing day. I wish I could be there. I suppose its the thot that counts in this occasion. I was going to call you but we´re in the middle of nowhere (see previous posts) and we dont have a fone... so yeah. Stuck. I´ll do it as soon as I can. Love you tons!!
You´re a wickedly cool sister.

Absinthe is grand.
We had our night off tonight... Esy and I. We got two litres of beer, one for her and one for me. And we sat down for what we thought would be an un-eventful night without the kids. Little did we know.
As i said, absinthe is grand. I got a few tiny bottles of it from a good friend. They´re like 4 cl each. I got one of those bottles and tried to figure out how to substitute the items that i needed-- like a perforated spoon. But i figured it out all right... I´m so wise... heh. Anyways. We ended up finishing one of those bottles.. that 1 was 80 percent. Gosh. it was grand. I´m writing this while under the influence... heh.
I just want ppl to know that I drank that alcohol mixed so it technically wasnt agains the charter. There was only a little in each drink. and the bottle was very small. So there. I´m a very good girl.
Anyways.. The green fairy has still eluded me. So im still on my quest for the green fairy. Now... for more absinthe.

(note. My posts are written in jest. I dont actualy over-drink. I think its nasty to get drunk. I stick to my limmit. GBY all. and dont judge me)

oh and sorry i dont have pix. Meshu isnt here therefore I cant steal her camera.

This is for the old days...
MOST of you prolly wont understand the significance but that doesnt matter. It´s sentimental to me.

Our van chose the BEST moment of all to break down. Right? Gosh. NOT. DAMN THAT SILLY VAN!!! So. We hitch-hiked. Yup. in the 21st century. We hitch-hiked.
All we needed to do was get to the metro station.
The moment we stepped into that car on the road towards the metro, something broke deep down inside. It broke all over again about 4 minutes later when we zoomed past the metro station and picked up speed down a deserted street. Well... more like a 10 tone weight smashed against my already low heart. It all began to put itself back together again when we were let off at a deserted metro stop... though my low heart sank even lower into my fake Converse tennies as I realized that we´d probably miss our metro, which meant missing our bus. I couldnt really figure out which was better - our missing the bus, or the fact that the finance person would have the left side of our brains for breakfast (dont ask my why the left side).
We rushed our sorry behinds (and my fake Converse´s) all the way to the bus station, all the while hopeing deep down inside that the bus would be late (for crying out loud THIS IS SPAIN!!) But noooooop.. the bus was on time. And it had LEFT. But no worries... we only had to wait a measly 6 hours in the station. Cool. Time to catch up on sleep.
Oh right. We forgot about the security guard.
Apparently you´re not allowed to sleep on your bag in the corner of the station like any self respecting freak. You HAVTA USE THE BENCHES!!!
So we slept on the benches. Well. We TRIED to sleep on the benches. It went like this.
I tried to lay down on the bench and get comfortable till the little dirty braided black cleaning man (no im not raciest) shook his little black finger at me (again, im not raciest). So i had to sit up. Because I just KNEW he´d tattle on us just cuz he COULDNT sleep on the benches. So we sat up and slept on our bags. Well.. we tried... till the security guard tapped us on the shoulder and said we couldnt sleep. COULDNT SLEEP??? Like there was some silly law about us not being allowed to sleep. Gosh. I just knew that silly cleaning man was jealous.
So then we sat about and wrote silly things in silly notebooks and ate silly MacDonalds happy meals and Esy moaned about not being rich enough to buy the CBO (Chicken Bacon and Onion) burger thing. We also got kung-fu stork and we found out that there is no man or woman in kung-fu stork. He, i mean, uh, she, oooh gosh...um... i mean, IT, can fornicate in many ways. Amazing hu? I´ll leave it up to you to get a happy meal whith kung-fu stork so you can find out HOW IT DOES IT.
And we caught our bus. wow!!! I have ONE thing to say about that. LOS MINIMOS!!!!!
And that is pretty much the end of our adventerous adventure... except that by the time we got to the appartment... we were uncerimoniously dumped with the kids to feed and settle in bed... AND watch till people came home with we HOPED was an aweful lot of money.
And then we watched old people do karaoke and explored the whole 100 meters of street that make up our "downtown" (we stay "downtown Los Belones" cool hu? noop.)
And thats the end of the one way trip to Los ballonies. Stay tuned for the return trip (if we make it till then that is)
Peace and love.......
Oh wait.. one more thing.... arthur..... ARTHUR!!!!

Went out to the Emo park last night. They´re having all these spiffy things going on there... like last night for instance, there was supposed to be this whole gigantic dance troup... but it rained... so they decided to wait until the stage had dried, so that the precious dancers wouldnt fall and break their precious ankles or something.
So we waited. And waited. And danced a jig. And danced another jig. And chased Esy around at the stroke of midnight and sang Happy Birthday in the loudest off key voices we could muster. And shouted "pump it, LOUDER" In the best metal voices we could possibly come up with. Still no dancers.
So we sat about. And we went to look at the tent stalls who decided we were a bit too much entertainment for their poor peonish brains and consequently packed up and ran for the hills in the wake of our pumping it LOUDER. Except for the select few who turned up the radio and blasted the sterio loud. But we didnt have any money so soon they too got sick of us and packed up and ran for the hills.
So back to the Emo square (which isnt actually a square btw, its an oval). Still no dancers. So soon enough we got tired of looking at stuff, food, drinks, and cotton candy that we couldnt have (because of the fact that we ARE indeed poor missionaries just trying to have a good time) so we sat down (well, I did, and resulted in getting a wet wet bum) and waited some more for the foolish silly dancers with the weak ankles.
Just as they had finished mopping the stage (gosh it took them sooooo long), the lightning flashed, and the thunder rumbled... and it began to RAIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!! Gosh. A whoop and a howl and we were off to the van (we were worried Amelia would get too wet and wake up) And that was the end of our very wet endeavor to see weak ankled, pussy footed dancers who decided not to dance. gbt.

Anyways, yeah, I got it in me to film Amelia since she got herself a new crib and all... And shes looking and acting so much older like, every day!!! Gosh im sounding like her mother. Goodness this is DISTURBING. I was even more enthusiastic about clothes shopping for the child than Mishu. Gosh I think i need counseling. Mishu says she doesnt ever want to see me with kids. It would be too traumatizing. Maybe shes right.. lol. Anyways. Amelia has hair :D Mishus still waiting for the day that she can put clips in Amelia´s hair. It´ll be a day to celebrate... keehee. It´s all cute and curly in the back... just like ME!! HA! I KNEW I was the father...

Just thought you people should know, Mishu atempted (and succeeded) in luring me to her room, with the offer to partake of and bond over a flash or two. Needless to say.. I obliged.
(Couldnt find an actual picture of a flash... needless to say when googling it you get all types of odd and questionable locations... ahem. So this will have to do. It´s not a flash, but hey, "one lick and it´s love!") Oh, and the Christmas man... thats what mishu called the Santaclause on the pack. Dont ask me why. (Its a nigger thing i think)

Gosh this is what happens when I get tardy and lethargic... even my online time suffers!! Fuf. Ah well better late then never I suppose... anyways. It was my brother Steve´s birthday yesterday... he´s 21.. Gosh. He´s an actual adult now. Thats kinda freaky. Ah well. Such is life. Anyways, happy birthday brother, have the best of years!!

There you go. I like this one too... hes so fancy

So then... we got into this conversation this evening, after the market team had arrived home and we had lounged skulkingly in the back of the van, hiding, and eatting cherries.
My friend said that apparently (APPARENTLY, not factually) if you could tie a knot in a cherry stem with your tongue, it made you an expert kisser. Well. I had no doubts about my kissing skills (NOTE I did NOT say that I had amazingly insanely good kissing skills. I just said I had no doubt about them) but I decided to try it anyways. Heh. 4 tries, and 4 stems later, I had produced a grand total of 4 knots... YAY YAY!! Gosh. And it doesnt prove anything, except to prove that trying to tye knots in cherry stems cramps your tongue.
Feast your eyes on this succulent looking cherry. It might make up for the less than succulent post.
Cheers