In July, Evildeb and I are going away to the spa. Like… AWAY away. We are going here. Going away for a spa weekend is something I’ve always wanted to do. I’m a spa junky. It’s true.

Anyway, the reason I am telling you this right now is because I am going through the menu of my spa options, and I think I might need to have the Chocolate Delight Body Treatment. “exfoliating rich chocolate meringue; hydrating Swiss chocolate mousse with shea butter and vitamins.”

I need that. Right?

Mortality has claimed another insect victim. Today I found Daren dead… at the bottom of the habitat. Gus and Tyree are still not getting along, and can stand for several seconds, just staring at each other, waiting for the other one to back down. I think the larger Tyree is very tolerant of the smaller, but pushier, Gus. He could probably eat his head for lunch. Bastian has shown talent as a contortionist and held a pose for over a minute that I was sure would damage his head. Except, it turned out that was his butt.
Rochelle just stands at the top of the gel mountain, waving her antennae at us, merrily. She’s such a sweetheart.

I had a perfectly pleasant weekend, I hope the rest of you did as well. I went to the University District Street Fair with Evildeb and AlmostCertainlyGoingToEndUpEvilMaggie. I was planning on taking pictures of her to show you how cute and adorable Potential Evil can be. But she was not in a good mood. She was, as her own mother said, a “street fair loser” yesterday. She wanted no balloon sculpture. She poo-poohed the idea of face painting. She refused all matter of food, healthy and very much not healthy. She was dragging her feet. And flat out refused to have her picture taken. Now, I am not one to steal the soul of anyone unwilling to sacrifice it to my digital camera, so I really don’t have many pictures. She did allow me to take one when we were both sitting in the swing chairs. It’s still on my camera, I’ll have to see if it is any good. Evildeb finally got a hot dog in her, and she started pepping up on the way home. In the car. Too bad.

Now the Evil family, Evildeb A.C.G.T.E.U.E.Maggie and Lloyd, are on a plane, on their way down to San Diego for the week. Head’s up, Marie!!

Other than that, I bought new tennis shoes, got my brows done, did a little laundry and played some sims. That’s about it. Not too exciting. I’ll try to do better next weekend.

My new sneakers have PURPLE in them! They are, apparently, for running. But we know I don’t do that. I’m planning to walk in them. You think that’s ok? Shhhh, don’t tell anyone.

Tomorrow is Evildeb’s birthday. Lately, she has started referring to herself as PROXOMITRON THE DECIDER. in all caps. First, it was just THE DECIDER, most likely because she felt that Bush was mistaken about who the real DECIDER was. But now, it’s PROXOMITRON. When she refers to herself as PROXOMITRON, it’s in the third person. As in “PROXOMITRON is not pleased.”

I hope PROXOMITRON is pleased with the birthday present I got her. I think she will be. I can’t tell you what it is right now, because she is in an all day computer class, growing increasingly more bored by the moment, and there is a slight chance she’ll read my blog because of it. I think the name PROXOMITRON came out of this class, she’s been attending every MWF and this one S, for the last couple of weeks.

I’m going over to Evildeb’s house for dinner. She is going to cook me some meat. Some cow meat. Since I started this diet, I haven’t had been eating a lot of meat. Not just red meat, any meat. Mostly because I don’t cook. And since I am no longer allowed to get my meals through my car window, my normal source for cooked flesh, it just doesn’t come up very often. I’m practically a freakin’ vegetarian! And that will never do. I stopped by the Evil Household the other night to pick something up, and I almost snatched AlmostCertainlyGoingToEndUpEvilMaggie’s dinner right off her plate. Chicken nuggest. [She wouldn’t have cared, she was too busy running through the house naked, clutching a large plastic shark and yelling ‘INCOMING!’ ] So she is going to have some kind of ocean meat, and I get grilled beast. I’m soooooo looking forward to it. Mmmmm… steak.

If you know what’s good for you, you will wish PROXOMITRON THE DECIDER happy birthday tomorrow. God only knows what will happen if she does not feel the love.

Evildeb and Lloyd just returned from Reno Nevada, where Lloyd fenced in a tournament. This is her report.

Well, I took my camera but when I tried to take a picture I discovered that I’d removed the disk.

So, I took the attached pictures with my phone. The view from our window was very pretty, especially because it snowed at night and made everything look nice. I wish the pics were better. You can Photoshop them with your minds to get a better idea.

Summary of our trip: I won $100 by sitting down at a slot machine at which some (most likely inebriated) person had left 400+ credits.

A man (either crazy or on serious drugs) said I was hot, then that I was a Goddess, then (when we saw him later on an escalator) told Lloyd to hold onto me because I was cute. Then we saw him again outside so he said I was hot again.

Another “man” in his teens/early twenties, snorted at me (as in, like a pig) because I “looked” at him. But, since it was 3 to 1 in favor of my being hot, I decided the guy that snorted had a chip on his shoulder and that the odds were in favor of my being “hot”.

I won a bunch of doodads on the midway at Circus Circus. Because on the midway, everyone is a winner.

We saw an acrobatic Jack Russel Terrier doing back flips at Circus Circus.

Lloyd fenced.

I had a massage at the spa.

We played Roulette.

We did not win a million dollars which was a big disappointment.

We did get 4 hats and 5 pocket magnifiers and 1 orgami pen.

The End.

She gave me one of the hats.

Evildeb is reading technical support cases in German. She’s translating them in babelfish. We thought the above was from the error message, and wondered why we couldn’t have the same words in the English error message. But it’s not part of the error message. None the less, it’s a good blog title. My day, however, is going just fine. I have some new shoes on, and they feel great! Danskos, which I got for half price from Danskooutlet.com. Dansko….. not a cheap shoe. But good for walking. My feets deserve some new shoes. [I got the “Fran” btw, in green]

A few weeks ago, I went up to Vancouver BC for the day. And like a dumb, vain girl, I wore impractical tall boots. Now, they aren’t much of a heel, mostly platform, and I wear them all the time. So, in my defense, I didn’t know they would be so problematic, or I wouldn’t have worn them. But they make me taller, which I like. We ended up walking around the neighborhood a great deal, because it’s a walking type neighborhood. And I could tell pretty quickly that the boots were going to bother me. The socks I was wearing where on the thin side, and there is no cushion inside the boot, my feet were kinda sliding. Sliding leads to friction, and you know what friction leads to, don’t you? Blisters. I knew my shoes hurt me, but once we got back from the walking, I was basically sitting and they were ok. When I put my shoes back on to go to my car, it was not comfortable. Ok, it hurt. But I got to driving and didn’t stop for soda until I crossed the border. I had to use the little girls room too. When I got out of the car, when I stood up, I collapsed back on the car seat. My feet hurt like hell at that point. Because the blisters had arrived. On the bottom of my feet!

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It’s kind of a long story, but basically, Friday, Paco sent out a link to this story. To which I replied that yes, as a blogger I was also a terrorist, but if we could please keep that to ourselves, as I was planning on going to Canada this weekend, I would appreciate it. Theories abounded about the damage I could inflict upon Canada, with my blogging. [not very much, as it turns out], however I insisted I meant no harm to Canada, indeed, I insisted that I heart Canada! Then Evildeb and I broke into a rousing rendition of O Canada. Then Paco sent out this:

Her Royal Highness, Queen Evildeb.

That’s all, I just wanted to post the picture. I never made it up to Vancouver this weekend. but I live to try again soon.