Charleen's Chateau

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  • Friday Five

    I got this link from Dani’s website. What a cool way to open up discussions!

    1. What’s the last place you traveled to, outside your own home state/country?
    Las Vegas (state) / Mexico (country)

    2. What’s the most bizarre/unusual thing that’s ever happened to you while traveling?
    So many bizarre things have happened! My Dad tried to feed me to the geese in front of Buckingham Palace and that was pretty strange. But Canada was the strangest. People kept yelling “Texas!!” at us in the car, and everywhere that we went, they would turn off the good music and turn up some really trashy Canadian county music. We also ate at a place called The Ranch, where everyone in the place (all five of them) had just stepped off the boat from Ireland. One of them was named Ronald McDonald. It was really strange. Tip to Canadian visitors: everything costs double what it is here, and if you ask for an iced tea, they get really upset with you.
    Oh! And don’t ask for pickle relish in London; they think it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever heard. “You want ‘pickled relish’? Doesn’t that rather defeat the purpose?”

    3. If you could take off to anywhere, money and time being no object, where would you go?
    That’s easy. I’d bundle up in my warm clothes and take off to the west coast of Ireland. Cairo runs a close second, with all of Greece at third, and Germany and Spain tied for fourth.

    4. Do you prefer traveling by plane, train or car?
    You know, I like all three. But there’s just something exotic about riding on a train. We don’t get to do that a lot in Texas. It’s prohibitively expensive here.

    5. What’s the next place on your list to visit?
    I’m really going to try to hit California this year, but I’ve got to go to Houston or Denton again soon. My relatives are starting to think that I fell off the face of the earth.

  • This just isn’t my week!

    I had to stay home today because I pulled a muscle in my neck. Now I’m on muscle relaxers, which is making my whole world have sparkly edges. It all sounds more exotic than it is, I just have to remember to take the pill AFTER I get to work, and AFTER I get home. There will be no driving on these as they’re making me too laid back for words.

    I hope that y’all are all having a good week! Love, C

  • Odd stuff

    I’m sorry that I’ve been a little scarce lately, but I was very, very sick with food poisoning or something this weekend. I’m still doing that ‘weak as a kitten’ recovery stuff. I was miserable!

    I also had some very strange dreams last night. I had one that I was driving in a champagne colored car with a coworker and my brother. We were way south, where the freeway is only a two lane road. We’re chatting away, when we hear a child outside screaming for his mother. We pull over next to this drainage ditch to look for the child, and – all of a sudden – the car starts losing gas and power. Matt calls the cops on his cell, and they say that they’ll come pick us up. They also tell us that we’re the fifth distress call that they’ve recieved from that very spot. I woke up like a shot from that one.

    Then I dreamed that I found a picture of my Grandmother and a dog named Cadence, dated 1951. She said that Cadence is buried at the corner of 15th and ?? (I’ll have to check my map of New Orleans to see what streets 15th hits) so that she can continue to teach her puppies after she passed on. Persephone woke me up from that one by jumping on me.

    My third dream was that Dian, Paul, Tori and my brother all came to stay at the same time. We had just found another part of the house where someone had tunnelled into the hill to make a speakeasy, so we had several other rooms (my dreams are full of secret rooms, and found treasures. Too much Robert Louis Stevenson and Frances Hugson Burnett as a child), and plenty of space for everyone. Problem was the old speakeasy actually opened into a working bar at the other end. People from the bar kept blundering down that odd hallway, thinking it was the loo, and we kept having to feed them before sending them back.

    I’ll tell you what: no more theraflu before bed for me!

  • Copycatting as usual…

    I ran across this on Maria_futura’s site, and decided it was too fun…

    http://therangonagin.friendtest.com

    Enjoy!

  • While I’m at it…

    I posted this link, but I didn’t post this, did I?

    Dangerous men? Why captain, you have no idea.
    Which Extraordinary Gentleman are you?

  • What I’m thinking about @ 7AM on Friday

    Thanks to FaerieKissed who kicked my ass without trying…

    if this works…
    BTW, Dani also checked my spelling; the word is dreamt.

    Charlie

    is a Giant Mecha-Bee that Fears Nothing, controls the Weather, has Bulletproof Skin and a Swirly Hypnotic Gaze, and eats Trees.

    Strength: 2 Agility: 6 Intelligence: 9

    To see if your Giant Battle Monster can
    defeat Charlie, enter your name and choose an attack:

    fights Charlie using Strength Agility Intelligence
    STYLE=”font: Arial; font-size: 8pt; color:#00DD00; border-width:1; border-color:#00DD00; border-style:solid; background-color:#003300;”>

  • That Day

    Warning – Graphic Language!!

    “I dreamt tomorrow would have a prettier face
    I dreamt tomorrow would have something more to say
    than ‘You look like shit
    What’s your problem bitch?
    Your legs feel like sandpaper
    You can’t do anything right’”
    -Poe “That Day”

    That day was today. Yuck. My only spots of sunshine were getting to talk to my Mother and Matt (however briefly). I think I’ll go to bed and wake up to a better tomorrow. At least, it better be better, or I’ll get my Irish up! 🙂

    BTW, does anyone know how to spell dreamt/dreampt? Can we put a spell checker on this thing?

  • 2nd Nervous Breakdown

    Well, I just got home from houston, and boy(!), was that a trip! Unfortunately, I don’t have much time to write about it b/c I’m exhausted.

    Suffice to say, not only did I get to spend some QT with family and friends – although, not much with Matt 😦 – I left with some lovely birthday presents… including a digital camera, and a new car!!!!!

    So, start to expect pictures here, and for the TwoCatSpat site to go up soon. I just have to figure the damn thing out….

    Love to everyone, and I’ll post more later!

  • Follow up: Adam, It’s june…

    Well, miss Maria_Futura, this is the closest that I’ve been able to come to that song, and it’s still not complete. As far as I know, you can’t get a recording of it, although the rumors persist.

    August and Everything After Lyrics:
    They’re wakin’ up mama ’cause everybody else has got ____
    She makes a little action with her head. rolls over
    And she says she’s gonna sleep for a couple of minutes more
    I’ve said “i’m sorry” to mama for the cold hear___
    I’ve said “i’m sorry”, by now, at least once to j____”
    She says, “i’ve forgotten what I’m supposed to do
    And it slips my mind what I’m supposed to say?
    I’m getting older and older and older
    And always a little farther out of the way
    You look into her eyes and it’s more than you hear
    In august and everything after, you get a little ____

    I stumbled into washington square just as the sun b____
    I walked across the lawn to the cathedral
    And lay down in the shadow of st. ___
    I’m just one of three late model children waiting for the king
    But there ain’t no sign of elvis in san fransisco
    It’s just me, and I’m playing this rock and roll thing
    She wants to be just like me
    I want every damn thing I can see.
    One day you’re daddy’s little angel,
    Next day you’re everything he wanted you to be
    They dress you up in white satin
    And they give you your very own pair of wings
    In august and everything after, I’m after everything.

    Boy, nobody ever accused Adam Duritz of being a cheerful little camper, did they?

    Well, if anyone can find the complete lyric or a recording, please let me know. It seems I heard a snippet of it somewhere, but I can’t recall where. The doubly depressing thing is that they’re playing tonight in San Antonio, and I have to miss it again. Am I never going to see this band?

    Well, enough of a pity party, I’m late for work! I’ll post later, my pets! 🙂

  • 1st Nervous Breakdown

    It’s 8:21 in the morning on a Saturday. I have to go to work until 3. Then I have to run to the grocery, clean, figure out what the hell I’m going to feed 20 people, since no one offered to bring a main course, shower, clean some more, and clean even more before 7.

    Is anyone a betting man? I’ll bet that I have a nervous breakdown before 7 pm. I managed to make it through the last party just fine, but I wasn’t expecting to have to deal with this one, so I’m a wee bit freaked.

    At least I have a few helpers in the form of Jade (while he’s here), Matt and Tom. I would have already had the breakdown if it wasn’t for them.

    Update: I survived!