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Swing your partner round and round – end of the night, it’s going down

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I shall pose a question to you: I didn’t poi for almost three hours straight, why oh why, am I stiff and sore? Haha! Crystal was a machine last night. She was up performing for almost three hours straight last night. She fucking killed it!

She also found out that she has another grandmother. I’m sure if you head over to her site, she’ll probably explain it to you.

Even though I just sat and watched, and filmed her, I had a blast. It was very fun listening to all the screams and the laughter.

But the coffee has been brewed, and we have Chaucer between us. Today we’re heading into SlightBiggerTown to get some groceries. Good times!

I just want to say that Crystal looked amazing out there. How many other poi artists have a 3 hour routine? Probably very few.

Happy weekend!

I’m on the way to the promised land

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Good morning! Happy Friyay! The kitties let us sleep again, but I was still up around 3 briefly. Pippin made the rounds and snuggled with Crystal for a little while, and then climbed in between us and snuggled me as well. That’s the first time she’s come up into the bed to snuggle.

She’s a good little girl.

But it’s Friyay! It’s the end of the week. It’s supposed to be a sunny day for part of the day. It’s a little breezy out. I hope the wind slowly dies down for Crystal’s performance at the haunted hotel this evening.

We’re up, and the kitties have been fed, and coffee is currently being consumed. I have one shift standing between me and the weekend. We can make it!

She wanna dip me like them fries in her Frosty

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Good morning y’all! I slept like the dead. I don’t know if the kitties played or just went to sleep in the living room or something. My head hit the pillow, and I was out out, out.

Then the alarm went off.

We’re both up now, and I’m trying to shake the groggies out of my bean. I have my coffee next to me, and gosh darn it, it tastes pretty good so far.

Speaking of the kitties, Crystal asked last night if we should move the bell-ball that was sitting in the middle of the hallway. I said, surprise me. And then we totally forgot to move it. When we woke up, it hadn’t moved from the hallway, which makes me think they just found a comfy spot to sleep.

But, it’s Thursday. Inching closer to the end of the week. Also inching closer to Crystal spinning poi at the local haunted hotel walk through. It should be pretty cool. She did a dress rehearsal, to see if what she wanted to wear would be warm enough to perform after dark. Her costume passed the test, and she got about a half hour of spin time.

I need more coffee. Let’s go Thursday!

That’s great, it starts with an earthquake

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Good morning my friends, Roman’s, and countrymen. I trust all y’all had a good sleep? Me? Not so much. Awoken by the sounds of a cat throwing up, I bolt out of bed to maybe find where it is. However, in the blackness, I couldn’t. I warned Crystal that there may be sick somewhere. Then I tried to go back to sleep.

Don’t you worry. I found the sick this morning in Chaucer’s food bowl this morning when I went to fill it. I think then, Chaucer came up on the bed to try to get some sleep. I then spent the next hour or so, trying to fall back asleep. This time, it was Pippin’s turn to be crazy. She was running around all over the place. At one point, she opened the laundry rooms door and wanted to play in there. Then she worked her way behind the bedroom door, and was having a great time playing behind it.

We’re all up now. The coffee has been brewed. Pippin is running around doing Pippin things. She just jumped up on my lap. Chaucer is laying between us. Morning is upon us.

Confeve.

It’s Wednesday, we’re slowly getting closer to the weekend. That’s very exciting! It’s overcast, but seems to be a little warmer than yesterday. Winter is coming, but I would like fall to stretch out, just a little bit.

Let’s go weekend!

I’m steppin’ tall, y’all and just like Humpty Dumpty

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Again, it’s that time of the week when I go back to work. That’s right, it’s Tuesday morning. It’s a gray day. And if you look really hard, there’s little tiny snowflakes falling.

Chaucer is fighting to get into someones lap. He’s even more upset, since Pippin just jumped up in my lap, and he’s on the hump – the blanket that is covering Crystal’s lap.

I slept like the dead last night. Pretty much from the moment my head hit the pillow I was out. I woke up very briefly at around four. Just long enough to see what the time was, then out again until the alarm went off.

In a blanket update: everything seemed fine this morning. No blankets suspiciously dragged to my side of the bed.

I don’t know if the kittens slept on the bed. But when the alarm went off, Pippin was up there walking around.

Ok, I have coffee, and I suggest you get some too. It’s Tuesday, bitches!