We know what you did last night...

Hey nerds! Ya miss me?

Saturday me and the husband packed up the kiddos and skipped merrily to Texarkana's first food truck festival!! The flyers promised food, fun and fresh produce from local farmers!

BUST!

There were four trucks there.

Let's me repeat that...

THERE WERE FOUR EFFIN' FOOD TRUCKS AT A FOOD TRUCK FESTIVAL.

No one was there to even BUY food. There was a crap band on stage that blocked the entrance way, forcing folks to squeeze past their blaring speakers.

The band sounded like they were in the middle of just warming up... the whole set.

There was one bright star out there in the parking lot of big fat suck.

A new Thai-Indian food truck that recently came to town. I fear for them really.

Their food was CRAZY GOOD... but c'mon guys... this is Texarkana. I wish them the best of luck but this town just doesn't do "exotic" very well.

And by "exotic" I mean different.

At the fest, there were no tables or chairs. Nowhere to sit and eat - so we walked to a park and watched dozens of teens in their tiny "formals" and platformed heels posing for photos before a homecoming dance that night.

You guys should come to Texas and see this crap. Homecoming is serious business.

Don't know what a homecoming dance is?

Read about it HERE or just read my description below:

Well, it's like prom... but with football.

It's a celebration wrap-up of a high school's homecoming football game. Homecoming is just a celebration of the school, alumns and the team and students and stuff and all things school spirit.

A queen is crowned and all that jazz - it's a big deal.

Girls get their hair and nails done, their mom's buy them teeny tiny trashtastic dresses and the boys either rent a suit or wear their best jeans and cowboy boots (here). The dance couples spend more time having photos before than dance than they do at the actual dance (some even going so far as to hire pro photographers). The WHOLE FAMILY comes to watch the these pre-dance photo sessions and to see the little couple off as they cry and pray that their baby girl doesn't come home pregnant.

 

 

After our dinner and freakshow we went to top off our bellies at another bright star in Texarkana called Pacan Point. They have these duck fat french fries that just melt in your mouth. Since we are poor people, that's um... really all we can afford.

 

We all split a plate of fries, the husband and I had a beer each and then we finished the evening with some loverly grocery shopping and a little bit of arson.

The end!

In case you sexy beasts were wondering what else I've been up to - I recently launched a new website  (not blog) that took me about three months to develop, I'm still doing my other blog thing and going to medical school to become doctor.

Ok, that last part was a lie, but I am going back to school.

Alright, no I'm not going back to school but I am a genius.

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I'm not a genius.

Shoo. Go away now.

Oh, hello there!

It's October and I'm back as promised!!

Not only am I back but I'm back with a few photos from the faire!

The faire was last weekend, September 26 & 27and in case you're new to this shindig - I'm the owner/director lady and most recently - Daniella Noir the Gypsy Queen!

This year the faire went smoothly enough that I was able to finally contribute to the entertainment. But because of the heat and many many layers of clothing I only danced about four times - but that's still four times more than I ever have in the past!

After getting myself a concussion last month I was unable to continue practicing Russian style gypsy dance. When I recovered from that I pulled something in my back that landed me in the ER (they did nothing to help). So after healing up from that - I had about a week to loosen up enough to wing it (yoga helped!).

At the faire I just tapped into memories of past dance experience, all my belly dance knowledge and all the YouTube videos of authentic gypsy dance I've ever seen.

 Below is my "Gypsy Court" well some of them - featuring beautiful dancers from Little Goddess Trybal belly dance troupe from Dallas and a few local volunteers who also dance, drum or act.

Under my pavilion my "throne" was made of a dining chair, pvc pipe, two folding TV trays, bed sheets, old saris and table cloths. The wind blew everything out of place during this shot but I think it still looks ok yeah?

This year, I wore no hoops, no crinoline, no corset, no girdle... I was all natural under there and I felt great!  I could move! The edges of the velvet ghawazee coat kept rolling in on itself (right under the ties) - I predicted it would happen and intended on sewing the front closed but darn it, the night before the faire, I was just too plumb exhausted to care about preventing wardrobe malfunctions. 

It wasn't until I saw the photos that I realized I was a perfect rainbow from top to bottom! 

Outfit details:

Headdress - handmade by me last year with added 99 cent scarf and $2 necklace from eBay,

Purple Tunic - my own

Blue velvet ghawazee coat - Tribal Bazaar

Green over skirt - Etsy $5

25 yard skirt - eBay bought with Swagbucks

White hip scarf, yarn belt, beaded belt - old

Most jewelry - dirt cheap eBay finds.

Trying my hand at sword balancing! It's tricky! I'd like to get my own sword and practice a bit.

And back where I belong! I love drumming soooo much. The man who taught me how to drum boasts that I am one of the best drummers in Texarkana (high praise indeed but there's only like four drummers in town.) I haven't got to drum in ages but when I picked up the drum everything all came back to me. It  was like riding a bicycle... a bicycle that will make your fingers swell so bad you won't be able to remove your rings that night but... a bicycle indeed! 

Stay tuned for more photos!!

I've still got tons to do to wrap up all this faire stuff so I probably wont have time to visit your blogs until next week. 

Until then, see you all laters!!!

BRB

Well folks. This is it.

I'm taking my first blogging break.

I've got waaaaaay too much going on right now and something's gotta go.

The faire is next month.

I'm building a new website - not a blog. I'll tell you all about that later.

My laptop crashed a few months ago and our desktop monitor went out yesterday evening - I'm using a loaner and I don't want to upload a bunch of photos onto someone else' computer.

I need to focus on my for-profit mom-blog more.

I'm recovering from a mild concussion from a not-so-mild swing set accident.  Er... I broke our DIY swing set my husband made for the kids. Meh, it's not so bad anymore but I still get a bit light headed when I move about too much.

I'm performing at another faire next moth as Daniella the Gypsy Queen for the first time ever and I can't even practice due to the concussion. So I guess I'll just get there and wing it right?

Boo concussions. But hey-

What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger gives you brain damage right??

HA!

I'll be back in October!

teeny weeny, tiny whiny

What does a totally casual Sunday look like?

A sweatband.

A kaftan that's been mended a dozen times.

A bra on the brink of retirement.

Yoga pants.

99 cent sunglasses.

No shoes.

No jewelry.

No makeup.

Zero desire to do anything but wait for the barbecue to finish cooking.

 

I had taken some melatonin waaaay too late Saturday night and woke up feeling like I had been drugged at a frat party. Not only was I crazy drowsy, my allergies were going berserk like someone had rubbed a hundred cats on my face. 

I'm super allergic to cats.

I'm pretty darn sure a cat broke into my house last night and slept on my face. 

Needless to say, church was completely out of the question for Sunday morning. Sooooo, yeah. No fashion to feature for today. Oh, boo hoo! Right? So instead, here are some cute kids for ya.

Cedar will be ONE next month. 

Holy mackerel Batman.

Well, now it's time to go see what you fiiiiiine folks have been up to.

LATER HATERZ!

cheddar cheese and dog training

I'm not feeling this outfit.

What kind of look is this?

 Bohemian soccer mom?

The trendy yoga instructor?

But behold. My second pair of pants in years!

 I got these pants from Ross Dress for Less a couple days ago. I love them - they're all tribal and baggy and stuff. They're long pants, supposed to look like harem pants but um... I fill them out too much. So I just hiked them up at the knee and theeere ya go.

Since I'm not a fan of separates -you know tops and bottoms kind of stuff - I didn't really have a top to go with my pants. I've um... "outgrown" a lot of my clothes (like you haven't noticed). So all I've got left are a few tank tops and this boring shirt I got from my first trip to an H&M during my first (and only) voyage to New York a couple years ago.

So why so fat lately? Well...

Our second car is down... again so I've got no transportation during the day. Every time we get one car fixed, the other one goes out. This has been going on for a year! So, I spend most of my time in front of the computer planning the faire, blogging and... not cleaning the house. To combat my sedentary lifestyle I've taken up learning Russian gypsy style dance (that's not one of my random jokes, I really am learning Russian gypsy dance). I'm trying to learn the dance so I can perform at my faire and hopefully other events. I've been dancing for a couple months, I practice almost every day and I'm losing weight but I've got a loooooong ways to go.

I don't really mind being fat - I just hate that I'm outgrowing some of my favorite dresses.

Hooray for priorities! 

 I've pretty much had to hang up my belly dancing shoes though - not that I wear shoes for belly dance. I've got this weird sciatica thing that's been kicking my butt since I was pregnant with Cedar. Belly dance is a guaranteed trigger for a pain party that can stop me in my dead tracks my like a drunk elephant.

Drunk elephant? Well, I guess I mean if I saw a drunk elephant I would stop dead in my tracks?

Or maybe I mean, a drunk elephant can't walk well, so  it would stop in its tracks?

Whatever. Later, chicks.

Time for me to go blog on my other blog while I think about starting a new blog about my other two blogs.

freak of the weak

Is it a dress? It is a blouse? Who cares! It's long enough to cover by butt.  I don't think this is a top I would have bought for myself, but my mother was cleaning our her closet and figured I would like it.

I love the sleeves and the length, I'm just not really digging the super busy pattern. If I wasn't going to church today I would have tossed the leggings, put on some sandals and gone totally swinging sixties - shown aaaaall leg. Cellulite, jiggle and all. It's so hot here.

So what have I been up to? Hermmm....

Well I finally realized that I need to finish my gypsy queen costume for the faire. I've decided to add in other colors beside just the fiery reds and oranges. Sticking to those colors makes me look more fantasy-ish and less gypsy... ish.

So I've added color and working on adding more trim and sparkly things and authentic vintage Turkomen and Kuchi tribe stuffs. 

I added some of these Indian cowrie shell bell thingies to my yarn tassel belt and my crown in on its way from China! Squeee!! I'm getting a crown!!

I've given the outfit a test drive already and it turned out to be quite spectacular. I'm super proud of it and super excited to flounce about in it come September.

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I ordered some of this tassel trim from eBay for maybe a dollar a yard (?). I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with it when I bought it - I just knew I wanted it. I decided to jazz up this ugly lamp in the corner of the living room.

  The trim is an electric melon color and is very, very eye catching. I rescued this vintage lamp shade years ago from a houseful of college guys - the poor thing was about to make its way to the trash so I snatched it up and put it on a bare lamp stand at my then boyfriend's (now husband) home. We've had this weird lamp every since. I had gotten so used to looking at it that it just because a part of the wall.

  And here are some pics from last Sunday. I managed to get out of the house to distract myself from bleeding to death and being a bit hungover for the third time in my life.

  

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And a few "just because pics". 

Cedar is 10 months now and River is 2-1/2.

Crazy times, folks. Craaaaaazy times.

▲ If you're into parenting and kid stuff, please check out my other blog. Thanks! ▲

these are my lazy pants

I'm not feeling well today.

I ran out of melatonin and used wine as a substitute last night. Lots of wine. 

Baaaad idea.

Here's a totally irrelevant photo of me - 10 years and  100lbs ago.

Now I'm nauseated, extremely tired and to top it all off it's.... you know.... that gross lady time.

I feel like Garbage with a capital "G".

I can't even be bothered to put on a bra. I'm reheating leftovers and I have plans to sit on the couch and play Farmville for the rest of the day.

This really sucks because I was really hoping to go wind surfing today with my pals from the Puerto Rican street gang I just joined last month.

They named me Asesino del Ratón.

Which means "Mouse Killer" in Spanish.

I don't even know what wind surfing is.

So um here. Go check out my Amazon store.

I started it as a fundraiser for our gypsy trailer thing and decided to keep it up to earn some extra cash. Plus it's super fun hand picking all that sweet merch. I've had plans to open a bohemianish store for ages and then a certain renaissance faire came along and distracted me. Darn you better ideas! This is actually a pretty awesome substitute for a real store. No shipping, no restocking... just sit and click, click, click.

So yeah, here's my store - it's named after my other blog "Quirky Bohemian Mama".

Enjoy. I'm going to go throw up now.

this is the title of the post.

I was actually in too funky a mood to write this post until I had a beer... and some absinthe. Now I'm feeling, meh. Ok. I'm ok.

I'm just a little bummed out about not having a clone and/or retractable metal claws.

As you guys probably know, I am very much a doer.

And a dreamer.

I dream. And I do.

When something stands in the way of me achieving my goals, like financial issues, lack of time or even poor planning on my part... I get blue.

Not like in the photo below. Yeah I was a little grumpy, but I'm pretty sure I was talking to my husband about something unimportant like window cleaner or cheese in a can.

So what's on my mind? I've had to cut a lot of projects loose over the past few years and I can't stop thinking about it all for some weird reason. When I cut something loose there's definitely a good reason - usually because it's too time consuming and fruitless. But something in me wants to hold on to ALL of it! All the projects! I wanna do it all!

I'm a project hoarder.

But with having kids, going through a few unemployment spells and being broke and car-less for a while resulted in the end of many projects and hobbies like belly dancing, writing, theater (yes theater) and even big game hunting... humans and dinosaurs mostly.

We're on the road to recovery but yeah, I'm being a little impatient...

and unrealistic. I can't do it all. I know that.

That's why I need a clone.

Now all I'm left with is:

A renaissance faire, 3 blogs (one for the faire), 3 Pinterest pages, 2 Twitter accounts, 6 Facebook group pages, 3 Facebook fan pages, 2 personal Facebook accounts, an empty Etsy store, 2 kids, a husband and a partridge in a pear tree.

And believe it or not... I want to tack on more projects!

GAH! My brain is buzzing with ideas aaaaaall the time.  Good ideas!

Like magnetic toilet paper holders and shock collars for humans.

Oh well. Really, what I need is get filthy stinkin' rich and build a theme park featuring all my crazy ideas. Yeah! That's what I'll do! Anyone got a few million bucks I can borrow. I'll pay you back as soon as I can!

And yes. This outfit is very unflattering. I look like a weird boxy fatty fat fat blueberry. Blame the boobs. Meh, it was a comfy outfit though.

Anywho, I sneaked into Vix's home last night and took this pic.

Looks like it doesn't it? Hee hee!!

This is our DIY lavender absinthe! We added a special herby blend to some Everclear, let it sit for 21 days, strained it and let it sit for another 10 days. 

And here it is!

A little sugar. A little water.

KABOOM!

 Bohemian Kool-Aid!

So how are you all doing?? Hmmm??

Are you working on any great projects? Have you had to let any go recently? Did you cry about it? Are you crying now? Do you like ice-cream?