It Just Keeps Getting Better

  Ron's birthday weekend has been a blast from the start. Yesterday we started V is for Vendetta before heading to the horse track. I lost twenty dollars on the horses and a dollar on the slots but came home with a hat, t-shirt, and stuffed horse. It was loads of fun. DOC also arrived in time for Doc Holliday's birthday, and we read it on the way to the casino and in the car today. So far I've only found three typos to fix, a missed space, a comma instead of a period that asshole intelligence missed, and a missed quote. I'll fix it. We are up to page 164 already, it's a riot. After returning home I finished V is for Vendetta which was awesome and not what I expected. Then I sold another of Mummy's Treasures on Ebay. The boys had me up until four. The Madame Alexander Mamie Eisenhower doll was in my Ebay cart, and I considered buying her. I knew I was going to get her for Ike. I had sweet dreams for Dana's Dreams Three Revenge of the Dream Hog. I'm up to page 133 in that. We got up today, and I sold an old painting, The Black Dahlia. I have heard about the doll shops in Lancaster since I moved out here nineteen years ago. Ron takes me to the auctions and shows. The Doll Outlet had Mamie. She's from 1973. I think Ike is from 1987, Enesco. I'm taking a break but IKE, another musical satire, will be sooner than later. Then we went to a fabulous fifties diner. It was better than Happy Days. It was right by where my brother and I had played pirate miniature golf. What's more, the steamboat motel, where I always wanted to stay with Purple Witch, is also there all within walking distance of a theater. There was a doo-wop concert there tonight. I wonder if that is where Purple Witch might be going to see Slayer in September. I'll have to look into it because I could get a room at the steamboat motel. Then, Ron stopped at yet another doll shop, The Doll Boutique, where I got this sweet dress for Frannie who had been wearing Marcella's dress since The Letitia Penn Doll Club's Christmas at The William Penn. That was a Schoenhut theme, but Red Witch and Little Ron will be at this year's with an early dollhouse theme. Good times! If I'm back in September I'll pick up a slicker for Frannie. TTYL...

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The Quiet Man

I've got one problem with this film, not being able to report the Pfizer ad at the beginning. 

Dreams 1/31

 Dreamt there was a blonde woman betting on a horse. She was waving her money in the air. 

Sinclaire: Handmade, OOAK, Unicorn Doll

                                                                  Sinclaire
 

WWII Weekend II

Afterwards we went off to the casino where Glenn and I broke even and had a real good time, so you can't beat that.  

                                                   WWII Weekend

 

Dreams 3/27

This odd dream began in a big old school. I think it was for boys. I was in the cafeteria, and there were all sorts of seed packets for sale on a metal rack in the line. Some of the packets were regular sized, but others were smaller. There were lovely little paintings on them: red birds, landscapes, and churches instead of the normal flower photographs. I had a tiny packet with cardinals in my hand, but put them back. I was light on money. Then, I found myself on a stairway, on the way to the restrooms. I hurried out when I realized I was in the boys room. Then, I went to work. I had my old blue car, Mr. Rourke, but he was different. I parked him in a parking garage. When I came out from working in a grocery store, all of our cars were gone. My boss said they were stacked on a car carrier, and I had to pay fifteen dollars to unload him. I said I only had some change, and he told me to scrape for it. When I finally got Mr. Rourke, he was very different. He had a big black phantom horse with him who would not cooperate. I was trying to coax him, and he wasn't happy. 

Dreams 1/11

Dreamt I was working in a little, old, dark witchcraft store in Pittsburgh. The place looked black and moldy. I had several coworkers. It was my first day of work. I had to walk home, and it was late winter and dark. There were clumps of snow all over the streets mixed with chunks of mud. I fell down into the slickness pretty quick when one of my coworkers caught up with me telling me to keep to the right before turning into a slimy three pronged pink and white tape worm, leach, or something like that. I didn't seem that surprised, and he was right, as long as I went that direction I came upon The South Side and knew exactly where I was. I was so tired at this point, wet, and muddy, that I woke myself rather than trekking the rest of the way home. 

In the next dream I was back in high school. A friend and I were hanging out alongside the trash cans outside the building. He was supposedly a high school student, although he looked more like fifty: grey hair and bearded, sort of chubby. He had nice teeth, though. Anyways, we were out there and had stolen a horse poster from the school. It was rolled up, but I knew, it had lots of little horses painted on it, like a breeding depiction. We were laughing and smoking when the janitor came out, he was a lot like our childhood janitor, Mr. Dave, who the older kids called Pumpkin Head long before the films. He was something of an ogre. We hid. When I say I hid, I mean, I rolled up like a potato bug, (sow beetle), and closed my eyes. Everything was alright for a spell until I moved and "hid" again, in a very strange position. He spotted me and gave chase. I ran over a green hill for the trees and lost him in the woods. He was very large, and there was no way he could keep up although I was very tired. Once I got out of the woods I came upon a very nice neighborhood with swank modern houses. The one yard had a full running stream going through it and I laid down in it, feeling tired and dirty. Then, my friend came from the house. I didn't know he lived there. He said he had hidden under a car, and still had the poster. I thought I should call my mother before she reported me missing and the school knew who I was.