Uh Oh, I’m In Trouble With KtP

June 6, 2007 at 10:56 pm (Black Stone Cherry, Cats, Friends, Music, My Travels, Nate, The House)

Ummm… has it been a week already? Wow, time flies! And nothing gets unpacked. Friday, the 1st, I spent unpacking and attempting unsuccessfully to catch up on my sleep amidst having to pay the mortgage, and the electrical problems, and people running in and out all day long, including my parents and the contractors.

That evening I went to see my buddies in Jubal Kane at a local watering hole. Yeah, I was late because I was too busy sleeping and being stuck in a sobriety checkpoint to make it on time. I stayed for a while and then took my happy ass home and back to bed because the following day I went to visit my friends, Kim and Matt, in TN.

Then, we went to visit our buddies Shep,

Dave,

Joe (during sound check),

and Chris, Jon, John Fred, and Ben,

 in Chattanooga. I almost got into a fight because some peeps were messing with the equipment and guitar picks and I told them to leave it alone and then I told Dave, who also told them to, “Keep your hands OFF my stage.” The guy involved didn’t like that so well so when Dave walked off he called me the “C” word a few times. Sticks and stones, love, sticks and stones.

Then we hung out for a bit and we drove back to Kim and Matt’s and I slept and then drove home on Sunday. Monday, I went to the my hometown out in BFE to pick up a TV my aunt gave me. Tuesday, my little man graduated from Elementary School…*sniff* How DID he grow up so fast???

Can you tell what I ate the most of when I was pregnant with him?

Nate showing his horns and happy, happy to have passed the fifth grade…

Then, there’s Jack.

Who can get anything done while watching this sprite entertain himself and us with his antics. That mouse hangs from the closet door and squeaks when the cats play with it. Middle of the night *thump* *squeaksqueaksqueak* *thump* *thump* *meowwrrr* *squeaksqueaksqueak*

The contractors have also had quite a blast playing with Jack, especially Ron. I think this is why my house STILL ISN’T FINISHED!

Nate’s antics are just as entertaining…

Toga/Superhero party!

Slither under the bed like a snake….

And, of course, I started back to work after having taken last week off for the move and the house isn’t even close to being in the shape I want it to be, but, it’s livable and that’s what matters. We have the weekend, after a sojourn at the pool, weather permitting, to get everything unpacked and situated. I hope. Doesn’t look tooooo bad, does it?

Notice my bed is missing, yeah, I don’t have one yet! However, I do have a Roman solider/superhero guarding me.

Nate’s room looks the best… at least from this angle.

And that’s what we’ve been up to and Nate and I wish you good day and give you the Blue Tongue Salute, totally befitting a Roman solider/toga master/superhero and his Momma.

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Bad Blogger

April 24, 2007 at 10:48 pm (Beading, Black Stone Cherry, Nate, Shop, The House, Work, Writing)

I’ve been a little busy.

The little league I’m working with on getting all of their uniforms keeps adding more items, a day apart, which means, more shipping charges.  I told the coordinator after the 3rd time that I was going to have to start charging shipping on all items after the first two orders. I just finished taking the 6th order, or was it the 7th????

Speaking of the shop, I have to e-mail a photo to a client.

 I start a new contract job tomorrow. It comes at good time because I’m about flat broke. I’ll be working on another class action where I actually get to send people money. What a great feeling. It will only be for a few weeks but may keep me out of the poorhouse.

Nate is going on his first long class trip on Thursday. They’re going to the Carnegie Science Museum in Pittsburgh and then to a Pirates game. Whoo hoo…. other than he has to be on the bus by 5:30 a.m. Argh.

Still trying to get a more part-time deal with my writing job and still working on my magazine idea.

They started putting the heating and cooling in my house today. And, lo and behold, they had a full crew working on my house as well. One who actually knew what he was doing besides Ron. And one of the guys putting in the heating and cooling was this green-eyed cutie that I’m sure I could teach a few things. He looked like he was 18, which is old enough for me.  The creepy guy was there too, the one who tried to railroad me on the heating and cooling. I got a much better deal with the folks I went with, plus the owner is hawt, not creepy, hawt, and rides a Harley. Yum.

T-Bird’s nephew’s grandfather passed away so I ran down to watch the other nephew and her son while she paid her respects.  J3 went to a ballgame and I put the littlest one in the bathtub, which he hated, put a diaper on him, gave him his binky/bippy/pacifier and a sippy cup of water, he cried for 2 seconds and fell asleep.  If only Nate had been so easy.

Trying to get an order ready for Tamarack.

Trying to scrounch together the money to go to Rock on the Range in Columbus on May 19th. I had tickets, then sold the tickets because of a really stupid reason and then decided, I’m going. I need to see my guys from Black Stone Cherry, although I’m sure we won’t get to hang out much because of all the bands and security, but my friends Kim and Matt will also be there and I need to be there too. I’ve missed 3 BSC shows since this fire and I’m tired of it.

Nate and I will go up to my parents’ place and go metal hunting on the farm. They have a lot of old pipes and fittings due to old gas lines and that metal is worth a lot! I NEED THE MONEY!  I knew Nate’s metal detector would pay for itself one way or another.  Plus, Jeff’s brother, who lives in GA, is coming up here to get hay for his horses. Because of the drought and fires in GA, he can’t find any.  I also coordinated the purchase and transport of said 20 bales of hay between me, Jeff, his brother, and my dad.

This is why I haven’t blogged in a while and why I haven’t been by your place.

I’m tired ya’ll.

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Today

April 6, 2007 at 1:54 am (Beading, Black Stone Cherry, Nate, Shop, T-Bird, The House, Writing)

VERY LONG POST – PICTURES ARE AT THE END

Was not such a good day. Having my period and dealing with all of this crap is a lethal combination. Not only do I have PMS but also PFS, or Post Fire Syndrome. They sprayed fungicide on the sub-flooring today. However, my cabinets are still sitting in boxes in the living room. I have no toilet, or stove, or refrigerator, yet, oh yeah, or floors. Essentially, I still have nothing because I have no where to put anything and I’ll be damned if I’m moving everything twice. It was hard enough to move Nate’s new chest. I missed out on a great sale on mattresses. I’m still wondering whether I should get a full-size bed or stick with my Queen sized bed.

I asked Cook today if he had an idea when I could move in and he just shook his head. It was just Cook today and no one else. Nathan is on vacation and they keep pulling Ron, Bob, and Jimmy to work on other things. Most of the inside walls still need a second coat of paint, none of the plumbing is done, I still don’t know how much I can spend on a stove, I’m supposed to be taking a short trip the 3rd weekend of this month and I’m not sure how I’m going to do that, although I really need to. I need to get away from here and be spoiled for a weekend.

I’m frustrated with my writing job. I had an inside opportunity to write an article about our new NASCAR driver, backstage access, photos, etc. etc. Our newspaper just didn’t seem interested. Then, I heard that a full-time position came open for the entertainment magazine. I was supposed to be interviewed for that and never was. Which leads me to believe they are all going to be very sorry when I start my own magazine and then have to buy me out for millions of dollars. Fuckers.

They also screwed me on my check. They can’t seem to get it right so far this year and I talked to my boss today as it appeared, oops, they lost the accounting of all the work I had done for the month of March, which pays over half of my mortgage. Given the fact just yesterday I shat down the neck of yet another incompetent city worker, I was quite nice although I had every right not to be, since this is the THIRD TIME they have screwed up my pay.

I told Matt, “I have no patience right now, especially with incompetence. None. I will advise that this is not the best time to irritate me because my mouth will open and the truth will come out.” Just like it did all over the incompetent city worker who didn’t have the brain cells to apply my deposit to my last bill so now the city owes me fucking money which I won’t get until some imbecile signs it at a City Council meeting later this month. I think I may have to show up in person to receive said check and simultaneously inform said council of that asshat called a building inspector and the incompetence and idiocy of the entire fucking city.

Especially since I have to turn right around and make another fucking deposit on my water bill to turn the fucking water back on!!! And you know what they do with those deposits don’t you? Yeah, they draw interest on those deposits, which means, they should credit me the interest as well, just like the electric and the gas company have. What do you want to bet that doesn’t happen.

Yes, I really need drugs. I really need something to help take the edge off. Nate doesn’t realize it, but Maximum Strength Pamprin and Icehouse saved his life this week, especially since he broke my wand. Yes, broke my wand, my oak wand, the wand that survived the fire. Broke, two pieces. I cried and he’s still living. Yes, thank our Lord and Lady for Pamprin and Icehouse. So mote it be.

I’ve lost 12 pounds since the fire. I’m on my way to my fighting weight of 122. Just 10 lbs. to go or so. I have a bet with the guys at the shop that I’ll be able to pull ink by the end of summer. “Pulling ink” means to manually apply ink to the shirts through the screen with a squeegee versus using the automatic to do it for you. It takes a lot of upper body strength and in that regard I’m a wimp, so, I’ll be working all of my arm, shoulder, and back muscles in anticipation of the big event at the end of August. I’ll also have to stand on a box to do it because I’m too short to do it otherwise.

I have a second design for Black Stone Cherry shirts and I told Rich I was printing them myself. Speaking of my guys, they are off in Europe and I miss them. I also miss Europe. I have needed to send them a package for a while, just like I need to send Vince a package, and Hoss. I found an Elvis album at the antique market which I picked up for Ben and I have been meaning to send Jon a copy of the Jubal Kane CD since January. See, ya’ll aren’t the only ones waiting.

I’m also making something very special for my guys in BSC. They will totally rock when I’m done… if I can ever get started.

My car looks like a dumpster. I had Ron and Cook fix the floors in the attic so we could move the crap from up there that was in Nate’s room back to the attic so they don’t have to keep moving it while they fix the floors. Nanner is smart. Now, I can also move shit from my car into the attic and move shit from here into the attic so I’m not stuck moving it all at once. Like Nate’s little nightstand thingy, the mirror, clothes, my new lamps, curtains, and other odds and ends.

T-Bird has a hernia and has to have surgery again. I’ll be going with her this time.

I have a huge order that has be done at the shop. I keep reminding Steve to give me the old order for another customer so I can quote a new order. Every time I mention it, he says, “Shit!” Meaning, “I forgot, again.”

Did I mention I’m blogging from my brand new laptop? This makes things much easier on my back since I don’t have a desk yet.

Can you tell after I got back to the apartment today I took a 5 hour nap? Yeah, Nate got to soak himself in Harry Potter on the laptop and watch Disney channel. Yes, he had his dinner.

And, because ya’ll love pictures…

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I saw this today and thought of Jeanette and Tony.

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Hermione, the cat who lived.

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And Macy, the cat who can’t get her picture taken without looking like a demon.

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Da Mommas and da Bubbas.

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The Old Look

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And the new look

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And Nanner says, “Bye. Have a great weekend.”

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Goin’ Freakin’ Batty

February 20, 2007 at 1:29 pm (Attitude in Overdrive, Black Stone Cherry, Crazy Shit, The House)

Thank you all for your comments, e-mails, e-cards, contributions, well wishes, and if I’ve seen you in person, thank you for the hugs. “Thank you” just doesn’t seem to be enough. I’m blogging from work while my bosses are out at lunch so this has to be fast.

 

I just got back from Knoxville and
Atlanta where I took a much needed sojourn to visit my cousins, my friends Kim and Matt, and see Black Stone Cherry. The trip was hard because although I normally look forward to all that free time to think, I just spent a lot of my drive time on the way down crying. The way back wasn’t as bad since I had some great memories and I tried to concentrate on that.

 

They have already gutted the house and I was able to recover more stuff, like my Beatles/Rolling Stones/John Denver/Simon & Garfunkel/KISS albums. I hate being displaced, I hate having to make all these fucking decisions, I hate living in an apartment that I have to go through five doors to get to.  I’m in such a bad mood today it is unimaginable.

 

I try very hard everyday to wake up and be thankful that I have great friends and a great family who have supported me. (Yeah, well, more on that “great” family and the guilt trips later.) That Nate, Hermione, and I are holding up our little family as best we can and that I have a roof over my head, a car to drive, and a job to go to.

 

It is very, very hard some days though, like today, when I can’t get a hold of the contractor to make decisions about the house and the constant input of Steve and my parents about what is best about this and who I should call and who should look at what and where the fuck is my paycheck (my writing job) and where the motherfuckin’ hell is my W-2 and why IN THE SAM FUCKING HELL CAN’T I GET INTERNET SERVICE IN LESS THAN 14 FUCKING DAYS??????

 

Today, is a bad day. It is difficult to go from such extreme highs, like Sunday night, to extreme lows, like today. I miss writing and I miss being able to visit all of you. I hope you all are well and know that I think of you and will be back as soon as they hook up my damn motherfuckin’ Internet. I will check messages through e-mail.

 

Love ya’ll!

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The Vegas Diet – A Continuation

December 31, 2006 at 1:31 pm (Black Stone Cherry, My Travels)

In the interest of getting the hell on with things, I have to finish my Vegas posts and I’ll just consolidate the BSC show and then say, I didn’t get sick on the way home, all my flights were on time, and all was well. Just remember, this was written at the beginning of the month. On with the show.

The Vegas Diet – Black Stone Cherry (Pre-Show)

There is nothing more disappointing to find that even though you got to the venue early and should be about third in line that you’ve been relegated behind everyone who bought something or ate at the House of Blues. Lucky for us though, we were second in line behind some cool peeps who gave us the 411.

Not only that, Kim and Matt flew to Vegas on the same plane as Ben’s parents. (May I just say that I am extremely grateful that I didn’t know anyone on my plane regardless of the fact I walked away with free clothes.) They pointed out Ben’s dad and then his Mom later. Joe came out and then Ben came out to get his Mom’s camera since they wouldn’t let her take it in and we were able to say hello. Two down, four to go.

Yes, it is just as important to see Dave and Joe as it is the rest of the guys. What would the BSC family be without their roadies/friends?

Finally, after much standing around being hungry, thirsty, and tired we were allowed in. Oh yeah! I made beeline for Jon’s side of the stage since the last two shows I was on Ben’s side. Kim and Matt followed very quickly and oh yes, first row baby! That’s how we got this gorgeous picture taken.

They were going to put “Black Label Society” and the very intoxicated lady to my left pointed out since we were BSC fans that they should put “Black Stone Cherry” on the bottom of it.

We spent a decent amount on the photos but ya know, it was TOTALLY WORTH IT! And what a great birthday gift for Kim. I wasn’t feeling so great standing there but there was no way in hell I was leaving. Priestess, the first band, I had seen in Columbus, and they put on a good show. I like their music. Then the guys came out and got their gear ready so we yelled and acted crazy. Just seeing them, the anticipation, I forgot about everything else that had happened. I forgot I was tired and sick and hungry. I forgave the fact I wore my tennis shoes instead of my boots because I was afraid I would fall right off of them given my state. I was in the zone.

And the lights dimmed….

The Vegas Diet – Black Stone Cherry (Concert)

Are you kidding? Nothing but five stars for my guys! They were SPOT ON, ya’ll! Sorry you missed it. They kicked all kinds of ass all over that stage. When I heard the first notes of “Maybe Someday” I looked around wondering where all the time went. I’ve seen them enough to know that is their finale and I was so disappointed. I couldn’t believe it was already going to be over. Then consoled myself that I would be seeing them (WITH NATE) in Louisville in three weeks.

Seriously, they sounded FANTASTIC! Chris sounded terrific, the guys were on, and John Fred dropped a drumstick, which was funny. Ha!

Is it Yule yet?

’’’’’ – Must See, Must Experience

The Vegas Diet – Black Stone Cherry (Post-Show)

Kim, Matt, and I stepped out of the theater to find something to eat and drink. We talked to the security folks about coming back inside the roped area and they gave us conditions and we accepted and off we went to find grub.

I ordered a big water and crab cakes and then we talked about the show. Kim and Matt are a great couple and I love them to death! They cracked me up though because it was almost like a counseling session. At least someone can use my elder stage of life and all the things I’ve learned about relationships although I’ve not been lucky enough to find The One yet.

Back to HOB we went.

Jon, David, and his girlfriend, Jess, came out first. The explanation that Kid Rock, Billy Gibbons, and Chad Kroeger were backstage which is why everything was on lock down, which, hey, is fine. Our purpose was to be there, see the show, say hello, and just have a great time.

Jess is sooo sweet and outgoing. What a lovely young lady in all ways.

She cracked me up because she and Jon were teasing back and forth and she said, “Don’t touch me. Thousands of girls may want you to touch them but not me!” LOL! Then they took off to play some slots etc. And then Ben’s parents came by and we talked to them for a while. Its no wonder Ben is such a great guy, he has great role models. Then Ben was back out, then Jon, then Chris, and they were all signing our pictures and talking about backstage and how long we were all going to be there. (I had to be checked out and at the shuttle at 4 a.m… hello!)

Honestly, after the show, I was drained. I didn’t eat much of what I had ordered because I just couldn’t. I ate enough. I looked around for John Fred and found he had been shanghaied behind us by some folks and once he came around and signed we started to say goodbye.

One of the most thrilling moments for me was when Chris exclaimed, “I am in the BEST mood EVER!” Or something similar. This is thrilling because Chris is more quiet and laid back than the other guys. Not that he’s not friendly, he’s just more reserved and shy and seeing him excited and smiling, because he has a beautiful smile, was a gift. I raised my eyebrows in silent question and he said, “Billy Gibbons shook my hand.”

I reached out and he took my hand in his while I said, “I have to touch the hand that touched Billy Gibbons’ hand.” Then he demonstrated how Billy shook his hand. He was absolutely thrilled beyond belief and I was thrilled for him. (I silently forgave him for reminding me the last time I saw them in Columbus that gelatin comes from horses and gelatin is in Jell-O, which is one of my favorite things in the world. I can now eat Jell-O in peace again.)

Finally, the pictures were signed, hugs all around, “see you in Louisville,” and we left to find a cab. We hit it right too, because I looked behind us and people were swarming out of doors and all around the merchant table. Good luck guys!

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The Vegas Diet – Sunday Day

December 10, 2006 at 9:25 pm (Beading, Black Stone Cherry, My Travels)

I awoke from my sound ghost-free sleep hungry as a bear or still ill, couldn’t tell. I hate that. I went to the breakfast buffet at Circus Circus. It lacks. I had fruit, bagels, and croissants and took two more bananas and two apples for later. They would come in handy. I also had my first cup of coffee in three days. The glory. And, another water. Having arrived in Las Vegas dehydrated and with the humidity 10% and a cold arid wind blowing at 20 mph., one could say I was wind burned and even more dehydrated after my vast desert wanderings the previous day.

Back to the KOA grocery. This time I skipped the 20 oz. water and went straight for the 1/2 gallon and another fifth of Gatorade. I went back to the room and took my fifth or sixth hot shower. It seemed as though the hot water and steam made me feel better and even more hydrated as I would stay in the shower through cycle after cycle of hot-hot, hot, sort of hot, lukewarm, less than lukewarm, hot-hot, rinse, repeat, repeat, repeat etc. I sucked in the steam like a drowning person which makes little sense because I needed fluids wasn’t drowning in them. I’m blonde, okay.

I bumfucked around watching Fair and Balanced My Ass Fox News before hailing a cab to the CORRECT bead store over on Stone Mountain Rd. between Polaris and something. It didn’t have the same stock it did before, the people were not as nice, and I bought only $36 worth of stuff. Any good bead store will suck at least $100 out of me. Grumpy over an over $8 cab fare for 20 minutes of time and not all that great a bead buying experience, once again, I wandered.

This time, over to the Rio, which, while not in the neighborhood of my hotel, was closer than the $8 fare. I went back to the hotel and made my friend Kim a bracelet for her birthday, which was that day. I started feeling a bit ill again, very ill, and weak. This was not good since we were leaving at 5:30 for the Black Stone Cherry show. I ate my banana and felt a bit better, so I ate my apple too. Hot damn for fruit! Oh, and I took another shower. And at some point I got a text message from Jon of BSC that they didn’t have any stickies (backstage passes) available but they would be there to hang out. Cool.

By the time I got dressed for the show I was having serious doubts as to whether or not I was going to make it. My stomach was rolling and pitching, my intestines felt like they were twisted in a thousand tiny knots, waves of nausea were rolling over me. Oh hell. I spent a lot of time trying to do something other than belch but belching seemed to be the only outlet I had at the time. I have to say though, I looked a hell of a lot better than I felt. I have photographic evidence. And, as soon as Kim gets home and downloads or scans the picture, I’ll show you. I have one too but my scanner is buried. More on that later.

I met Kim and Matt in the lobby and we hailed a cab. Off we went to House of Blues at Mandalay Bay.

Circus Circus Breakfast Buffet – 1/2 – Skip It (1/2 mark for great bananas)

Vegas Beads – ’’ – Worth a Look

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The Water-Gatorade-Breakfast-Food-Cherry-and-Other-Fruit-Vegas Diet – Haunted Las Vegas

December 6, 2006 at 7:36 pm (Beading, Black Stone Cherry, My Travels)

Crypto quipped that Las Vegas simply wasn’t old enough to be haunted. They have found mammoth remains there dating back 8 to 15,000 years. The first non-Indian to step foot in Las Vegas Valley was in 1829, so, although its a few hundred years younger than the East Coast in history, it is Vegas after all… and not every ghost is an old one.

A little after 8 o’clock, I walked over to the Greek Isles to cash in my voucher for the Haunted Las Vegas tour. I was asked a bit later by one of the tour guides to “help” with the presentation, which got me upgraded to VIP. It was pretty fun, although a bit spooky when the table levitated under my fingertips.

It was also spooky realizing I had walked past the very spot that Tupac Shakur had been shot and not realized it. Additionally, his ghost has been seen on that same sidewalk as well on the balcony of his former residence on Million Row. (I forgot the real street name.) Just because you’re rich, doesn’t mean you don’t have to share.

Elvis may have died in Graceland, but his ghost haunts the Hilton, where he performed and had a private suite, complete with butler, maid, chauffeur, and chef.

The Luxor’s light can be seen from outer space. Boasting the world’s brightest man-made light, the Luxor is also home to a few ghosts. How? A trio of construction workers who were killed during the building of the Luxor and two jumpers. No, they didn’t slide off the pyramid, they jumped or slipped from the inside balconies. Want a wild ride? Request the 10th or 26th floors where even the maids refuse to work alone.

Check in to the Oasis and you may not check out. The Oasis, an off-Strip hotel where the rooms are booked by the hour was the scene of not one, but two suicides, in not two but the same room. Room 20. One was “Suddenly Susan” star David Strickland.

Or check in to Bally’s, which is built on the site of the old MGM Grand, which burned on my birthday in 1980. The ladder trucks at the time were not tall enough to reach the upper floors and 84 individuals perished.

The Flamingo is haunted by none other than Bugsy Siegel. Although Bugsy was killed in Beverly Hills, many have reported seeing his ghost on the grounds of the Flamingo Hotel. They’ve also reported seeing his apparition in the Wedding Chapel. Why? This is where his original private apartment was before its demolition. Upon demolition they found the walls were three feet thick, the glass was bullet proof, and while there was only one way in, there were five ways out, including a trap door in a closet which lead to an underground parking garage. Not only that, Mr. Siegel had the locks changed on his apartment everyday.

The Tropicana boasts an odd purple glow which shows up in photographs, others have reported a purple rash. Some say it is a tiki mask that hangs by the front doors.

Would you like a house in Vegas? A local real estate agent bought the home of Redd Foxx, even after it had changed ownership multiple times because it was haunted. One resident reported footsteps and doors opening and closing by themselves. In honor of Redd Foxx, and pursuant to a paranormal investigation, a little red fox has been painted on the real estate sign and lighting was added. It was the only home that Redd Foxx had owned in his lifetime and he was very proud of it.

There are also haunted sites off of the strip other than Redd Foxx’s old home, Liberace’s Museum and the restaurant where is ghost is said to play the piano, two parks in nearby Henderson, and numerous other sites which were mentioned but not included on our tour as well as other casinos, which I didn’t mention here.

So, regardless of how old as place may be, if people have traveled there, they have a left an imprint of themselves behind, part of their energy, and part of that energy may still remain.

’’’’’ Five Stars – Must See, Must Experience.

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The Water-Gatorade-Breakfast-Food-Cherry-and-Other-Fruit-Vegas Diet – The First 12 Hours

December 5, 2006 at 5:34 pm (Beading, Black Stone Cherry, Crazy Shit, My Travels)

Guaranteed to melt five pounds in four days…

I drove to Pittsburgh Friday afternoon along the mountains and ridges of WV and PA buffeted by 50-60 mph wind gusts. Also talked to Jeff, who was a little loopy on pain medication because he threw his back out or maybe he just felt like it. I should have known…

United is always on time, thank you Lord and Lady. Their food sucks. Really sucks. About 45 minutes outside of Denver, Nanner woke from a peaceful slumber to find herself in a cold sweat yet burning up, dizzy, disoriented, wondering how she could possibly be airsick, having flown thousands of miles in her lifetime and having never experienced airsickness, causing her to remove her coat, and then to reach up to turn the air on, which then caused her to pass out and (since Vince wants all of the embarrassing details), then violently expectorate the contents of her stomach onto herself.

That’s a nice way of saying I passed out and puked my guts up on Flight 447.

I wrote that in third person because then it seems less real that this was the beginning of my trip and I was suddenly sick. Very sick, of yes, I was a very sick Peach. The angels of Flight 447 (one particular stewardess, my two seat mates, the lady across the aisle, and one gentleman who I have no idea who he was), who helped me clean up and who graciously gave me, yes, GAVE ME, clothing to wear for the rest of the flight and who didn’t yell and scream that I just puked beside of them and just gave everyone a royal send-off.

After arriving in Denver, wandering like a lost child, I managed to find the smoking lounge where I received a Sprite.

On the flight to Las Vegas, my seat mate faired better, as there was a seat between us and he wanted nothing to do with the pale, sickly looking blonde, curled up in the fetal position, belching and moaning into a barf bag for the duration of the flight. I’m sure the women who shared the bathroom facilities with me at McCarren International following my flight were as equally disgusted by my retching as I was.

I’m certain that my continued sickness through the night up to the 4 a.m. insanity which marked the end of violent expectorations (from both ends by this time… since Vince wants ALL the embarrassing details) may have been overlooked by those in Building E of the Circus Circus Manor rooms, leaving the Peach with at least one shred of dignity for her remaining hours in Sin City (but none here of course.)

The previous night, an employee of the adjacent campground had tipped me off that directly behind my building was a general store and a laundry. There is a KOA campground at Circus Circus. This, I shall always remember, because it means, “LAUNDRY FACILITY.” After sucking down 20 ounces of water, twice the amount of Gatorade, a banana, and napping for two hours, I trudged back to wash my clothes, twice. After drying my clothes, I went back to my room and slept some more. Still, when I awoke it was only 2:00, so I took a cab to the bead store, or what I thought was the bead store I wanted. It wasn’t. Pissed off that I had spent that amount on a cab, I began walking and walking and walking.

Again, I wandered, for 40 years in a vast desert, or, maybe it was Polaris or Industrial, odd names for a desert, until the shining mecca of Bethlehem, no it was a Mirage, appeared, and I hailed a camel, I mean, taxi, back to the Big Top. I went up to see my friends, Kim and Matt, and then went downstairs to see about the Haunted Las Vegas tour, bought a ticket, went back to the KOA grocery and bought cereal and milk, went back to my room, ate two bowls of Frosted Flakes, then had another shower and another nap, this in addition to the four showers I had already taken and the two naps because showers and naps are good.

I can’t remember what temperature it was in my room when I arrived but each time it was unsatisfactory. I kept the temp at either 60 or 70, and if it was 60, I wanted it 70, if it was 70, I wanted it 60. Sickness does that to you.

Next up…. Haunted Las Vegas

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