Weird Obsessions

Today, let's talk about my friends and their Weird Obsessions. You know ... stuff that, when you talk about it, makes people give you really weird looks.
Now, I think it's good for you to have obsessions. Really. How else will you get excited about anything? If someone ffers you ice cream, you say "Yea, sure why not?"
But if you were OBSESSED with aforementioned ice cream, you would freak out in a major way. Right? Right.

Now, my sister, E-Rocka - she's obsessed with guys. Yes, guys. It's weird, funny, and sometimes annoying. She thinks EVERYONE is "cute". And assumes they are single, most of the time ...

Mard's Weird Obsession[s] are folk music and health food. Since she's from the South, folk music isn't that much of a shock, but I mean, REALLY.

My good pal Bet [who is one of the WEIRDEST PEOPLE I know] is obsessed with Les Miserables, death, and literature. She rants. A lot.

Lex loves music [My Chemical Romance, Van Halen, etc], photography, and sex. Which is definitely odd.

And finally BUT MOST IMPORTANT! are MY obessions. Which are That 70's Show, writing [and reading], and altering my clothes. I take sewing supplies, fabric paint, old hoodies, skirts, leggings etc and transform them into eye-catching things of AWESOMENESS. If I do say so myself.

Oh, and CAPITALIZING DIFFERENT WORDS.

Saturday Night

Saturday night [April 18] me, Mard and E-Rocka went to the Coffeehouse.



What is the Coffehouse, you ask?
The Coffeehouse is a place for amateur musicians and poets get up to strut their stuff, and usually they have a headliner - in this case, a well-known folk singer [I don't think I can post his name ...].



We volunteered to man the desserts counter, where we sold things for 50 cents [except bottled water - that was a dollar]. We would also charm the people coming up to buy stuff, which pretty much consisted of people 50 years+. So we would smile and say "Hello!" as charmingly as possible, to see if they would be pleased by three teenage girls dressed in torn jeans [Hey, at least my hair was up].

One of the things I love the most about these places is the people you meet. There was one lady who's eyebrows wouldn't stop moving. They went up, down, one up, one down, wiggling all over the place. I had to fight myself to keep focused on her eyes, and not the wiggly bits of hair above them. You should try it sometime, it's VERY difficult!

Another person, a man this time, was doing multiplication problems in the air. Just gesturing in the air, writing down things, frowning, and shaking his head.

This is starting to sound like I was in a loony bin ....

But anyway there was a very cool room in the back that looked like it was straight out of the 1700's. A big one. After intermission and after we shut down the desserts counter, we went back into this room and spent the rest of our time there ... pretending we were French people and performing Phantom of the Opera to nobody in particular. Very funny, if you're immature enough like we are. At one point I was singing "Raoul, I've been there! To his world of unending night! Raoul I - " And suddenly Mard was waving at me frantically while staring at the door, and we heard footsteps on the wood floor outside. Nobody knew we were back there.
I finshed that verse with "IIIII'm running back to my seat and pretending I'm normal!" as we sped across the [1700's] carpet to the [1700's] couch. We leaped onto it just as one of the kitchen women [Patsy, she's very cool] came in the room laughing and said "Too late!"
Of course, after she left we leaped right back up and started it all over again.



This made for some very funny videos.









The room, complete with fireplace and E-Rocka ---------->
And Mard on the couch below.

Hiking And Why It Will Kill Me

Today ONE of us had a BRILLIANT idea. [sarcasm, if ya didn't know ...]

We went hiking.

Not a long hike, it was just about a mile and half ... uphill. Over sharp rocks. And did I mention all uphill? Up a STEEP hill.

Let me start at the beginning [a very good place to start]. E-Rocka works at this trail/animal type place. She invited Mard and I to go with her today, because it was a Special Day. We said "Sure! That'll be fun! And we can hike while you work!"

NOTE: Our first mistake.

Thinking this was a good idea, we went with her and she had to start working immediately, so we went outside to look at the animals in the cages [deer, owls, hawks, otters ... I'm completely serious right now]. Then we said "Hey. Let's go up the mountain."

Yes, you heard me. MOUNTAIN.

We waited until E-Rocka had her lunch break, and we set off.

Standing at the bottom, of course, I said "Psh! I can do this!"

Not even halfway up I said "I *pant pant* can't *pant pant* do this *pant, die*."

We sat down to have a break and eat. After this delightful, merciful break, E-Rocka said she had to go back to work. Back down the hill for her.

Mard and I set off alone.

3/4 of the way up we were lying on a rock panting again.

After about 15 more minutes, we reached the top! Beautiful view, etc.

Then we went back down again.

At 4:00 E-Rocka said "I'm off work! Now I want to climb that hill. Come with me."

Here's the good part: WE DID.

The view from halfway up The Mountain.