big beards, big tears

Ah, so it happened again.

Hollie is too advanced for this shit kicker town of rodeos and livestock auctions.

I dared to cross the line again- I hosted a beard and moustache competition. Shame on me for being so... daring...

The event was a flop.

It was fun... but it was a big old soggy FLOP.

We promoted the hell out of this event, we were in the papers, websites, flyers all around town...

Our Facebook event page said 50 people were coming with 30 "maybes" and over 500 people were invited.

The results?

About 8 people came to watch the competition...

10 people entered the competition, 4 out of those 10 didn't even know about the competition until they came to the bar for their Saturday night drink.

I'm actually getting teary right now writing this post.

I'm so tired of living in a town where everyone complains about how there's nothing to do but no one will do anything about it. I try so hard to bring new and interesting things to this town. I really do, but everyone's just too damn afraid to get their feet a little wet.

In a city of 143,000 I stand alone.

Well, not completely alone. I have my crew (seen below, minus one person).

I've brought this town steampunk balls,  its first zombie walk, and it's first and only friggin Renaissance faire for crying out loud... what's so bizarre about a beard and moustache competition? They're everywhere!

Oh yeah, to make matters worse, the sound guy I hired spilled his beer on my laptop last night and tried to cover this up by cleaning it and not mentioning it me. The laptop was in his possession the whole time so I'm sure he did it. Needless to say, my keyboard doesn't work. I sent him a message requesting he pay for repairs but I haven't heard back from him yet.

I'm not a very happy person right now.

Er, I'm just gonna leave you with these photos. I don't have anything else to say.

it's my party and I'll cry if I want to

Yesterday was the most uneventful birthday I've ever had. I would love to write a long angsty post about how depressed I am about the whole thing but wallowing in my woes would just make it worse. Plus no one likes to read unhappy crap- I know I sure don't. So I'll just keep this brief  about why my birthday sucked so much. 

First, none of my immediate family called, emailed or even texted me to wish me a happy birthday- no gifts, no cards- nothing. I don't know why. 

My husband declared yesterday that we couldn't afford to go out for seafood like I wanted but said he'd think of something for us to do... eh, he didn't... So I spent the evening moping about washing dishes and halfheartedly fiddling around on Pinterest. 

The first half of my birthday started off rather promising though. Packages started being delivered to my door one after another. Even though only one was an actual birthday gift, I was stoked to get these packages in such good timing. I received a birthday check from my mother-in-law, a long awaited Ebay purchase finally came in along with a cute little froggy tea infuser giveaway prize from Tilda of Tea With Squirrels.

 It's been raining so much that this package was mushy and all the stamps began to peel off. These are my ear weights from Malaysia! Yay!

 Also, the day before yesterday a gift for River (from my Aunt) came in. River's gifts are my gifts so I'll count that as one. It's a play pen with a raised level to keep younger babies in. Flip the little bassinet over and it's a changing station! Cool!

Oh and how can I forget? My sis-in-law got me a pack of Shiner Bock which is one of my favorite beers.

Everyone knows that the way to a Hollie's heart is with good beer.

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Have you ever had a crappy birthday? Dish! Dish!