Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Moral of the story: you don't even need to be able to wipe your own ass to know when something is plain, flat hilarious.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
And, there is a type of rose called the American Beauty...which brings a whole new meaning to that movie.
(I got all this info in the first 20 pages of "Cat's Cradle" by Kurt Vonnegut - wish I would read, recreationally, more often.)
Jade & John Planchon
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
These are possibly, my # 1 favorite shoes of all time. They are one of a kind, couture, and very expensive (though I got them wholesale for under $50, of course), while maintaining a decent to good comfort level. I took them off halfway thru the reception and set them on the floor, under a chair, next to my purse. I had my eye on them all night. I even double-checked their presence right before heading to the dance floor for the final song. I go back, and Vamoose! ONE shoe is missing. I was in a panic (on the verge of tears - possibly due to pregnancy, possibly due to my neurosies) who steals a shoe!? Honestly? I felt people were not taking me seriously, in fact, I got the impression some people thought I was making it up...who can really blame them, I am known for a prank or two. I went to search the bathrooms and on my way back to the banquet room, I hear "SMITTY! Where's Smitty?" I told myself, don't get your hopes up...but I walk in and Anne Williams saved the day.
Now my new question, who hides a shoe? Honestly?
My other little surprise/gift was tickets to Cirque Du Soleil: Saltimbanco for the 16th. Incredible. I really believe that some of these performers are more amazing and in better shape than most Olympic athletes. I mean, I've never seen a gymnast climb up a pole using only their outstreched arms.
The photo above may appear harmless, cute and comepletely normal, but what was happening on the other side of the lense cannot even be described in words that are printable in a public arena. Let me just say, "Sound the Alarm, it's a party" and "Chicki, chicki, chicki, Chickita!"
So, I showed up in Columbus, Ohio on the Thursday before this blessed event, because it was hundreds cheaper than arriving the next day. I did not know I was walking into what would turn out to be one of the strangest evenings, EVER. Megan had a nice little barbeque planned, at her new in-laws (which almost ruined my entire evening because of the major loss Colleen and I suffered to Kristy and Jillian in a very intense cornhole game...but I pulled it together for the rest of the night, though I am still a little bitter, obviously.) We then set out for a kind of pseudo - or maybe full fledged bachelorhette party equipt with bride and bridesmaid tank tops, as well as phallic ring pops and straws, you know, the normal party fair. Everything seemed normal, if not a little dead at the first bar: Frog Lobster Tree Horse Barn something or other (only thing of note; some attractive but boring hockey players). So it was suggested we move on to Scully's for a Ladies 80's Dance party. Apparently, drugs were required for attendance at the bar, ecstacy prefferably, but 'shrooms or acid would probably work fine (I am speculating). Stepping into this bar was like stepping through a porthole to a new dimension, or onto a movie set. Has anyone seen Party Monster? Crazy, loud, trippy 80's/early 90's music...men dancing with men, women dancing with women, fat people in little dresses, little people in fat dresses, mohawks, tattoos, frat boys, chaos to its max. As the evening wore on, I couldn't even tell that I was the ONLY sober person in the entire bar, seeing as the environment was so intoxicating. Finally, after losing 5% of my body weight in sweat, we went out for air and a ride home, which is where the aforementioned picture took place.
Thank goodness, the rest of the weekend proved to be quite a lovely, peaceful, expected wedding event. Phew, Baby O may not have forgiven me if things got any crazier.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
An insane TYR poster of Leila Vaziri.
Omaha is only 2.5 hours away, so I decided to take some time out of my REALLY busy Summer to spectate. Thanks to my pal Susan I got a deck pass, and access to just about anywhere in the venue. This meet proved to be absolutely exciting, just as every trials is. Go USA!
Sunday, July 6, 2008
The ones lighting the stick were my brother-in-law, Shawn and my brother, Timothy. The ones recording this wonderfully thought through situation were Matt and my brother, Brennan.