Last night I should have been doing homework. If it weren’t the most juvenile assignment in the history of grad school I would have completed it already. Instead of doing it I went out. Not to party, just to hang with some peeps. I’ve taken a few photos to share a night in the life of (e:Ladycroft).
The night started off at Panos. (e:Theecarey) was thoroughly enjoying her pickle.
I was a starvin’ marvin in a cranky anti-boy mood, so I viciously attacked my delicious spanikopita.
(e:Alison) had sinus issues and couldn’t taste her food so she just crammed the fries in for texture.
Next thing I know a fry walloped me in the boob and a short lived food fight ensued.
When we finished our delectable dinner Aqua Mouse, my superhero car, transported us to (e:Leetee) and (e:Uncutsaniflush)’s house. (e:Theecarey) and (e:Alison) had never been so we were graciously taken on a tour.
First we have (e:Leetee) and (e:Uncutsaniflush) striking the pose of their marriage photo. Everyone say it with me, awwwwwwww. You guys are awesome together.
I took this photo for (e:Jason).
I still maintain that the attic is the gem of the house. I would be so content to live up there. There is something about a bare bulb hanging in a room that inspires me. Plus, who can deny the hip factor of that wallpaper?
I think this is supposed to be a wolf. It is randomly painted on a wall.
(e:Leetee) showing off her shoe and purse collection. Tada!
On the final leg of the tour (e:Uncutsaniflush) said the word ‘penis’. I swiftly performed the earmuffs move over (e:Alison)’s innocent ears.
That was our night. I believe I will have a rant coming up once I tackle this blasted homework. Ciao.
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09/24/2005 17:11 #25234
a night in the lifeCategory: photos
09/21/2005 13:51 #25233
random photosCategory: photos
I had a staff meeting with my RA’s last week. Look what they wrote on my fridge.
Yesterday afternoon it was my privilege to meet another (e:peep). You’ve all read his stuff; you’ve probably exchanged a few words with him on freedom chat. It’s the one, the only……(e:Metalpeter)! We chilled for a few hours outside Spot. You’re a cool guy Peter, it was a pleasure to meet you at last!
Last night I had to be a judge at the ‘Mr. Hilbert’ pageant. There a few moments worth mentioning and a few photos worth sharing. In the talent portion one boy did a pretty fly break dance sequence. That’s something I really wish I could do. I can dance, I’ve got rhythm, but I can’t flip a pose on my hands and I think it would be sweet if I could.
Also in the talent portion one boy did a rhythmic ribbon dance. This really got the crowd going. Just imagine the image below progressing to the tune “Chariots of Fire” by Vangelis. It was a riot.
During the pajama portion I was greeted by a boy in a black robe and pink slippers and invited to pet his puppy dog. Ha-ha. It made me miss my little Bambi so much. Of course I miss my little Twigers too.
At the end of the night came the question and answer portion. Most were uneventful, but one is worth repeating. A contestant was presented with the following question. ‘What is your best pick up line?’ His answer was, ‘What has 175 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk?….my zipper!’ I have to say I laughed pretty hard.
Lastly, I just have to say, I kicked another (e:peep)’s ass at Mario Kart.
Yah, that’s (e:Jason)’s ass and I kicked it, hard! Ha-ha! Ok, so I let him win a few races, but I always pull off the trophy in the end. I am the champion! Ciao.
Yesterday afternoon it was my privilege to meet another (e:peep). You’ve all read his stuff; you’ve probably exchanged a few words with him on freedom chat. It’s the one, the only……(e:Metalpeter)! We chilled for a few hours outside Spot. You’re a cool guy Peter, it was a pleasure to meet you at last!
Last night I had to be a judge at the ‘Mr. Hilbert’ pageant. There a few moments worth mentioning and a few photos worth sharing. In the talent portion one boy did a pretty fly break dance sequence. That’s something I really wish I could do. I can dance, I’ve got rhythm, but I can’t flip a pose on my hands and I think it would be sweet if I could.
Also in the talent portion one boy did a rhythmic ribbon dance. This really got the crowd going. Just imagine the image below progressing to the tune “Chariots of Fire” by Vangelis. It was a riot.
During the pajama portion I was greeted by a boy in a black robe and pink slippers and invited to pet his puppy dog. Ha-ha. It made me miss my little Bambi so much. Of course I miss my little Twigers too.
At the end of the night came the question and answer portion. Most were uneventful, but one is worth repeating. A contestant was presented with the following question. ‘What is your best pick up line?’ His answer was, ‘What has 175 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk?….my zipper!’ I have to say I laughed pretty hard.
Lastly, I just have to say, I kicked another (e:peep)’s ass at Mario Kart.
Yah, that’s (e:Jason)’s ass and I kicked it, hard! Ha-ha! Ok, so I let him win a few races, but I always pull off the trophy in the end. I am the champion! Ciao.
theecarey - 09/21/05 21:07
trophy.
trophy.
- snickers*
metalpeter - 09/21/05 19:11
First of all I don't judge guys asses so I wouldn't know. Secondly thanks for posting the pics they are nice. I admit I'm not always a social person. But I did enjoy the chat with ladycroft AKA Timika. I almost didn't reconize her. But a lot of people look differant in person then in pictures to me. I had fun in meeting my first (e:peep). Also Timika you sound like you stay very busy so thanks for spending the time.
First of all I don't judge guys asses so I wouldn't know. Secondly thanks for posting the pics they are nice. I admit I'm not always a social person. But I did enjoy the chat with ladycroft AKA Timika. I almost didn't reconize her. But a lot of people look differant in person then in pictures to me. I had fun in meeting my first (e:peep). Also Timika you sound like you stay very busy so thanks for spending the time.
jason - 09/21/05 14:49
I think I have a cute ass for a guy. Opinions?
I think I have a cute ass for a guy. Opinions?
paul - 09/21/05 14:00
wow, so will he come to future events
wow, so will he come to future events
09/14/2005 00:29 #25230
messages from aboveCategory: comedy
Just so you all know…I am making my world famous cone cakes for (e:Theecarey)’s birthday party this Saturday. If you’re not there, well, read the sign.
Then stick around for my delicious treats!
Check it [inlink]ladycroft,65[/inlink] Ciao.
Then stick around for my delicious treats!
Check it [inlink]ladycroft,65[/inlink] Ciao.
ladycroft - 09/15/05 04:22
Thanks for doing that!
Thanks for doing that!
pyrcedgrrl - 09/14/05 01:08
ladycroft 00:11: ladycroft makes world famous cone cakes
theecarey 00:12: hmm lets have cone cakes too then,
ladycroft 00:12: people pay a dollar a piece for those bad boys
ladycroft 00:12: i was a bake sale money making machine at tamu-cc
leetee 00:12: cone cakes? ok... sound good to me
ladycroft 00:12: since i didn't make them for my birthday and all...i can let you ahve the honors
ladycroft 00:13: basically it's a cupcake inside an icecream cone
mike 00:15: ooh cone cakes are so gross
mike 00:15: everyone used to love them but me and my friend marykate always despised them
theecarey 00:15: hey mike!
leetee 00:16: i have never had a cone cake. i have lived a sheltered life
ladycroft 00:17: cone cakes are not gross!!
mike 00:17: um i'm sorry cone cakes are the devil
pyrcedgrrl 00:17: what the heck is a cone cake?
leetee 00:18: devil cakes... yyyummmmmmm
- edited (read: truncated and put in order) freedom chat explaining the sign. :D
ladycroft 00:11: ladycroft makes world famous cone cakes
theecarey 00:12: hmm lets have cone cakes too then,
ladycroft 00:12: people pay a dollar a piece for those bad boys
ladycroft 00:12: i was a bake sale money making machine at tamu-cc
leetee 00:12: cone cakes? ok... sound good to me
ladycroft 00:12: since i didn't make them for my birthday and all...i can let you ahve the honors
ladycroft 00:13: basically it's a cupcake inside an icecream cone
mike 00:15: ooh cone cakes are so gross
mike 00:15: everyone used to love them but me and my friend marykate always despised them
theecarey 00:15: hey mike!
leetee 00:16: i have never had a cone cake. i have lived a sheltered life
ladycroft 00:17: cone cakes are not gross!!
mike 00:17: um i'm sorry cone cakes are the devil
pyrcedgrrl 00:17: what the heck is a cone cake?
leetee 00:18: devil cakes... yyyummmmmmm
09/14/2005 16:39 #25231
laughter infectionCategory: reflection
Remember the line from the Bare Naked Ladies song 'One Week', “I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral, can’t understand what I mean, well you soon will.” Well, I’m the kind of girl who laughs at a funeral. I know it sounds so dark and cruel, but if you know me, you know I’m not like that. It’s a nervous reaction, just another part of the human condition. Some folks cry, some folks are blank, some folks laugh. I laugh, sometimes cry, but mostly laugh.
Today I had to attend a funeral. It was no one I knew personally. I was there in support of one of my students who had lost her father very suddenly. It was in a rather old funeral parlor. I sat in my chair and it let off a loud creak as all four legs bent in a highly precarious angle. I envisioned myself crashing to the ground right in the middle of a prayer or something. As it were, the chair held out, my laughter did not.
I was doing fine. In fact I thought I might make it through my first funeral laugh free. Yes indeed, laugh free, right up until the moment the preacher started giving a speech about how Jesus was commanded to rise from his grave. He read Psalms 23, talked about how we are all God’s children and how Jesus was God’s only son. Then he gets to the bit about rising from the grave when suddenly he screams out, arms flailing in the air, “When’s the last time you went to a funeral and shouted at the man in the casket, GET UP!”
I’m sure you’ve all experienced the laughter infection. It spreads. First you laugh to yourself. Then you realize you’re laughing and it’s not appropriate, so you begin to laugh harder. Soon you can’t control your heaving. I lost it. I imagined myself running up to the casket of a man I never knew and screaming, GET UP! I grasped my mouth with my hand to try to cover it up. The kid next to me thought I was crying and asked if I was ok. When I turned to him it got worse, then he started laughing when he realized I was laughing. I started the laughter infection. I felt bad, but I couldn’t stop.
Sometimes I just don’t care when I laugh. It’s a perfectly natural reaction. We’ve just drilled it into ourselves over the years that funerals should be all morbid and teary eyed. I know I can't truthfully claim this particular case of hysteria to be a nervous reaction, it really was just because of what that man said. I started to feel guilty, and it was not 10 minutes later I received my punishment for it, or so I’m convinced.
The wife of the man asked for everyone to pass the casket and pay their last respects. I had never even had the opportunity to meet this man, but of course I would say farewell. Then she says to start with the back left row. Oh yah, you know it, that’s ME! I froze like a deer in headlights. You’ve got to be kidding me. Clearly I am the one individual in this room with the most distant tie to this whole scenario and I’m supposed to go first!? So I nudged the kid next to me (yes I know him) and said, “You go first”. The counter, “No way, you go first, I’m not going first”. To which I replied, “Absolutely not, I’m not going first, you go first”. This banter went on for a moment and then we realized the entire congregation was staring, waiting for me to begin. I felt very, very awkward in that moment in time.
Ciao.
Today I had to attend a funeral. It was no one I knew personally. I was there in support of one of my students who had lost her father very suddenly. It was in a rather old funeral parlor. I sat in my chair and it let off a loud creak as all four legs bent in a highly precarious angle. I envisioned myself crashing to the ground right in the middle of a prayer or something. As it were, the chair held out, my laughter did not.
I was doing fine. In fact I thought I might make it through my first funeral laugh free. Yes indeed, laugh free, right up until the moment the preacher started giving a speech about how Jesus was commanded to rise from his grave. He read Psalms 23, talked about how we are all God’s children and how Jesus was God’s only son. Then he gets to the bit about rising from the grave when suddenly he screams out, arms flailing in the air, “When’s the last time you went to a funeral and shouted at the man in the casket, GET UP!”
I’m sure you’ve all experienced the laughter infection. It spreads. First you laugh to yourself. Then you realize you’re laughing and it’s not appropriate, so you begin to laugh harder. Soon you can’t control your heaving. I lost it. I imagined myself running up to the casket of a man I never knew and screaming, GET UP! I grasped my mouth with my hand to try to cover it up. The kid next to me thought I was crying and asked if I was ok. When I turned to him it got worse, then he started laughing when he realized I was laughing. I started the laughter infection. I felt bad, but I couldn’t stop.
Sometimes I just don’t care when I laugh. It’s a perfectly natural reaction. We’ve just drilled it into ourselves over the years that funerals should be all morbid and teary eyed. I know I can't truthfully claim this particular case of hysteria to be a nervous reaction, it really was just because of what that man said. I started to feel guilty, and it was not 10 minutes later I received my punishment for it, or so I’m convinced.
The wife of the man asked for everyone to pass the casket and pay their last respects. I had never even had the opportunity to meet this man, but of course I would say farewell. Then she says to start with the back left row. Oh yah, you know it, that’s ME! I froze like a deer in headlights. You’ve got to be kidding me. Clearly I am the one individual in this room with the most distant tie to this whole scenario and I’m supposed to go first!? So I nudged the kid next to me (yes I know him) and said, “You go first”. The counter, “No way, you go first, I’m not going first”. To which I replied, “Absolutely not, I’m not going first, you go first”. This banter went on for a moment and then we realized the entire congregation was staring, waiting for me to begin. I felt very, very awkward in that moment in time.
Ciao.
metalpeter - 09/14/05 22:57
That is a sad but great story. I guess nobody wanted to go first other wise they would have skiped you to arguing and went up first.
That is a sad but great story. I guess nobody wanted to go first other wise they would have skiped you to arguing and went up first.
mike - 09/14/05 22:01
haha, that is funny. Maybe bad but definetely funny.
haha, that is funny. Maybe bad but definetely funny.
09/13/2005 17:48 #25229
stellar soireeCategory: party
Ok, so mine are all the TAME photos of the night but I'm still in the grips of 35mm. Soon to change, soon to change. I'm buying myself a digital for my birthday, yesssssssssssss! Right, where do I begin? First, I want to thank the PMT crew for letting the amusement bloom in their residence! (e:Paul), (e:Matthew) [inlink]matthew,627[/inlink], (e:Terry) - thank you! Next I would like to thank the Academy....err, wrong speech. I want to thank everyone for coming. It really means a lot to me that you were there to celebrate my big three-oh! So thank you (e:Paul), (e:Matthew), (e:Terry), (e:Theecarey), (e:Leetee), (e:Uncutsaniflush), (e:Drchlorine), (e:Mike), (e:Jill), (e:Lilho), (e:Alison), Bernard, Avantica, Manish, Lori and Hong. (e:Flacidness), you were there in spirit.
So first came the scavenger hunt. [inlink]paul,3827[/inlink] Where do I begin to try to explain this great Muppet caper? (e:Theecarey) and I spent a fair chunk of time trying to sort out an interesting, yet not difficult hunt. Thank you (e:Drchlorine) for your input and assistance in creating the cds! While the teams had departed to begin the hunt, (e:Theecarey) and (e:Ladycroft) were patiently waiting at their stations. (e:Theecarey) in her hula skirt outside Kuni's and (e:Ladycroft) wearing 10 pounds of beads acting like a hooker on the corner of Elmwood and Breckenridge. That was fun. The teams never made it past clue 2. No matter, the outcome was entertaining, and that was the whole point of the exercise! This is the fight that broke out over the first clue [inlink]drchlorine,126[/inlink] It has been requested I create a new hunt, a super hunt, to take place in daylight. This one will be over the top, will require mucho cleverness and sobriety. More of (e:Paul)'s photos [inlink]paul,3828[/inlink]
When (e:Theecarey) and (e:Ladycroft) finally returned to PMT's they had much catching up to do in the drink department. Thank goodness for those melon shots, quick and easy. I still can't believe we drank that entire bottle of vodka! Not to mention the dents put in the Sapphire Gin, Tattoo Rum, Amaretto and beer. Karumba! Ok, so (e:Theecarey) has posted a pictorial history of the piñata's creation.[inlink]theecarey,10[/inlink] First piñata, ka-boom! Second piñata, Fort Knox baby! Woo-hoo! Many hours went into this labor of love and I was delighted to see that it lasted long enough to take several beatings from drunken (e:strip)pers. I even managed to swing a few kicks at it, while drunk and wearing high heels. Hee-yaw! Them's the skillz of a true Lady. When the piñata finally met its demise, it was like watching cockroaches scurry in the light. With condoms falling from the heavens I've never seen folks move so quickly. I swear I saw (e:Mike) snatch one mid air with his teeth!
(e:Matthew) and (e:Ladycroft) big smiles all around
(e:Terry) and (e:Alison) being cute as buttons
(e:Leetee)'s questionable gesture and (e:Matthew)
When the piñata battery was over we headed back inside for the little 'show'. Everyone was treated to the disco bondage broom riding water bottle spraying light show cabaret on the second floor. A lovely performance by (e:Jill), (e:Mike) and (e:Lilho). I think (e:Ladycroft) was supposed to get a lap dance but got water poured down her back instead. In retaliation (e:Mike) received a thorough soaking. Mess with the best, die like the rest. That line is usually reserved for video gaming, but when it comes to water wars or food fights it applies equally well. Even more of (e:Paul)'s photos [inlink]paul,3829[/inlink]
(e:Jill), (e:Mike) and (e:Ladycroft)
(e:Matthew) and (e:Paul) with the 'beer towel'
(e:Matthew) with his pink sea anemone
(e:Ladycroft) and (e:Paul) lounging
(e:Theecarey) and (e:Ladycroft), hot biatches!
(e:Drchlorine) did in fact get locked out of his apartment. I felt bad. I couldn't hear my phone ringing over the screaming fiasco taking place in the kitchen or I would have driven the keys over to him. Apparently the blue koosh ball was reenacting the part of a sea anemone ...but I think it's better to let (e:Matthew) tell that story.
The silliness continued on a downward spiral when (e:Leetee) started placing dollar bills in (e:Terry)'s pants.
This transpired into a lap dance for (e:Theecarey) and a lengthy chocobo goat song. Then I got a short but lovely massage from (e:Terry). Thanks for that, I was in great need!
(e:Theecarey) and (e:Terry)
By early morning folks had either departed or went to bed. (e:Paul), (e:Mike), (e:Theecarey) and (e:Ladycroft) turned the fancy room into a rave scene. 10 million glow sticks strong baby.
(e:Mike) acting all gigolo
Check out the super fly Elmwood strip sign! (e:Paul)'s photo
Next thing you know it's past 6am. Where does the time go when you're having too much fun?
(e:Theecarey) and (e:Ladycroft), hot biatches that have been photoshopped.
Hopefully I've included links for all the various photos associated with the 'ultra mega platinum first class birthday bash'. Sorry if you missed the stellar soirée!
Ciao.
So first came the scavenger hunt. [inlink]paul,3827[/inlink] Where do I begin to try to explain this great Muppet caper? (e:Theecarey) and I spent a fair chunk of time trying to sort out an interesting, yet not difficult hunt. Thank you (e:Drchlorine) for your input and assistance in creating the cds! While the teams had departed to begin the hunt, (e:Theecarey) and (e:Ladycroft) were patiently waiting at their stations. (e:Theecarey) in her hula skirt outside Kuni's and (e:Ladycroft) wearing 10 pounds of beads acting like a hooker on the corner of Elmwood and Breckenridge. That was fun. The teams never made it past clue 2. No matter, the outcome was entertaining, and that was the whole point of the exercise! This is the fight that broke out over the first clue [inlink]drchlorine,126[/inlink] It has been requested I create a new hunt, a super hunt, to take place in daylight. This one will be over the top, will require mucho cleverness and sobriety. More of (e:Paul)'s photos [inlink]paul,3828[/inlink]
When (e:Theecarey) and (e:Ladycroft) finally returned to PMT's they had much catching up to do in the drink department. Thank goodness for those melon shots, quick and easy. I still can't believe we drank that entire bottle of vodka! Not to mention the dents put in the Sapphire Gin, Tattoo Rum, Amaretto and beer. Karumba! Ok, so (e:Theecarey) has posted a pictorial history of the piñata's creation.[inlink]theecarey,10[/inlink] First piñata, ka-boom! Second piñata, Fort Knox baby! Woo-hoo! Many hours went into this labor of love and I was delighted to see that it lasted long enough to take several beatings from drunken (e:strip)pers. I even managed to swing a few kicks at it, while drunk and wearing high heels. Hee-yaw! Them's the skillz of a true Lady. When the piñata finally met its demise, it was like watching cockroaches scurry in the light. With condoms falling from the heavens I've never seen folks move so quickly. I swear I saw (e:Mike) snatch one mid air with his teeth!
(e:Matthew) and (e:Ladycroft) big smiles all around
(e:Terry) and (e:Alison) being cute as buttons
(e:Leetee)'s questionable gesture and (e:Matthew)
When the piñata battery was over we headed back inside for the little 'show'. Everyone was treated to the disco bondage broom riding water bottle spraying light show cabaret on the second floor. A lovely performance by (e:Jill), (e:Mike) and (e:Lilho). I think (e:Ladycroft) was supposed to get a lap dance but got water poured down her back instead. In retaliation (e:Mike) received a thorough soaking. Mess with the best, die like the rest. That line is usually reserved for video gaming, but when it comes to water wars or food fights it applies equally well. Even more of (e:Paul)'s photos [inlink]paul,3829[/inlink]
(e:Jill), (e:Mike) and (e:Ladycroft)
(e:Matthew) and (e:Paul) with the 'beer towel'
(e:Matthew) with his pink sea anemone
(e:Ladycroft) and (e:Paul) lounging
(e:Theecarey) and (e:Ladycroft), hot biatches!
(e:Drchlorine) did in fact get locked out of his apartment. I felt bad. I couldn't hear my phone ringing over the screaming fiasco taking place in the kitchen or I would have driven the keys over to him. Apparently the blue koosh ball was reenacting the part of a sea anemone ...but I think it's better to let (e:Matthew) tell that story.
The silliness continued on a downward spiral when (e:Leetee) started placing dollar bills in (e:Terry)'s pants.
This transpired into a lap dance for (e:Theecarey) and a lengthy chocobo goat song. Then I got a short but lovely massage from (e:Terry). Thanks for that, I was in great need!
(e:Theecarey) and (e:Terry)
By early morning folks had either departed or went to bed. (e:Paul), (e:Mike), (e:Theecarey) and (e:Ladycroft) turned the fancy room into a rave scene. 10 million glow sticks strong baby.
(e:Mike) acting all gigolo
Check out the super fly Elmwood strip sign! (e:Paul)'s photo
Next thing you know it's past 6am. Where does the time go when you're having too much fun?
(e:Theecarey) and (e:Ladycroft), hot biatches that have been photoshopped.
Hopefully I've included links for all the various photos associated with the 'ultra mega platinum first class birthday bash'. Sorry if you missed the stellar soirée!
Ciao.
Your house has many beautiful features but your attic stirs my soul :)
OMG... i look just as tired as i felt. I needed some makeup in those pics. Gotta love the one of me showing off my purses and shoes... with the giant flashlight in the other hand.
For the record, the Guinness fridge magnet is from Ireland. We didn't get it ourselves and oddly enough, neither did the person who gave it to us; his father did. Poor little turtle had fallen a few times and his pint slides right off his back when it does.
Also for the record, neither myself or (e:Uncutsaniflush) painted the weird wolf. Someone who used to live here did, but i don't think it was the person who did the sunflowers on the dinning room floor or the... uhm... wilderness scene (for lack of a better term) in one of the bedrooms.
So, (e:Ladycroft), of all the beautiful things about our house, you like the attic the best? Not the beautiful inlay hardwood floors or the wonderful original woodworking or the stained glass window or the leaded glass window or the etched glass windows or the butlers pantry or the tall ceilings or the fireplaces? The attic. OK, i will admit it is a very cool part of this house, but the gem? Hmm.. You're strange. I like you.
in payment for those pictures- DEATH, and it will be slow and painful.