This weekend I played the part of a lady at my sister's friend's wedding.  Sarah was a bridesmade; the bride is Liz, whom Sarah was best friends with in junior high and high school:

Liz looked fabulous in her princess dress - it stood up on its own!  Of course, she had to top her Sweet Sixteen dress, which was fancier than most bridal dresses anyways.

I had a good bit of time with Sarah before she had to fly back to Idaho (no, you da ho!) on Sunday.  She'll be back in a few weeks for another wedding, but she'll have to miss Mardi Gras.   She took a King Cake and a bag of throws back with her; I think she said her bag was 1/2 lb. below the weight limit.

Speaking of Mardi Gras: What are y'all doing?  I think I'm going with my mom to see Rex and King Zulu meet Lundi Gras, and then going to St. Charles early Mardi Gras morning.  King Cake, champagne, and costumes....sounds like good times to me!  Let me know if you're gonna be in town.

**bold is my emphasis -kt

Md. official sends letter to woman he ogled

2/17/2006, 10:07 p.m. CT By TOM STUCKEY The Associated Press

ANNAPOLIS, Md. (AP) — State Comptroller William Donald Schaefer sent a letter Friday to a woman he embarrassed by ogling at a meeting, telling her, "Sorry you were put thru an ordeal!"

In the handwritten letter, he complimented Elizabeth Krum for handling the resulting flap "as a trooper" and said he did not intentionally embarrass her.

Krum, who works for Republican Gov. Robert Ehrlich, brought Schaefer, an 84-year-old Democrat and former governor, a cup of tea Wednesday at a Statehouse meeting. He stared intently as she walked away from him to return to the governor's office, then summoned her back to the table just as she reached the door.

As more than 100 people watched, Krum returned to the table. "Walk again," the 84-year-old comptroller told her, and again looked at her as she walked away.

Schaefer was roundly criticized for the incident, which Krum, 24, said embarrassed her.

Shareese DeLeaver, a spokesman for the governor, said Krum was pleased to get the letter and hopes it will bring media interest to an end.

Sen. Sharon Grosfeld, a Democrat, said the letter did not constitute an apology.

"He needs to do a very public apology to her and take responsibility for the inappropriate and outrageous behavior that he perpetuated toward her," Grosfeld said.

Less than two hours before the letter was delivered, Schaefer told reporters he had nothing to apologize for.

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Are you fucking kidding me?  How does an elected official get away with treating someone this way in PUBLIC and then have it DOCUMENTED in a goddamn ASSOCIATED PRESS story and he's still in office?!?!?  Seriously?

Bored Katy + Bored Mario + Camera + Wine =

 

Mario chattin' away.......and playing with some butt beads.  That kinky bastard!

**EDIT: I think I should just go ahead and clarify that those butt beads are indeed still in the wrapper.  Clean and unused.  He's kinky, but not that kinky.**

 

I call the one on the left "Stain"  The one on the right, "Who is it?"

This is a fabulous picture of Mario.  If you've ever hung out with him, you've seen him in this mode: wine in hand, twinkle in eye, and that expression that says "I'm ready for some mental masturbation!  Who's with me?" 

I'm weak.  So weak............ I was in Dilliards buying a new wallet and I saw them and I just....I wanted a pair. 

They're so comfy, and they're anti microbial, so if Jake accidentally wears them, I won't get the funk. I lurve my crocs!!

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Another Pretty Much (okay, not really) True Story

 

FizzCake had to come stay at my house for a bit the other night.  He was curled up on the couch, all sweet as can be, when Jake decided to start pestering the cat.  Little did he know that FizzCake has telepathic powers.....she can control peoples' minds.  As soon as Jake began molesting her, her eyes began to glow, and Bethany roared at Jake to leave her alone.

 

It seemed that FizzCake had chosen Bethany to protect her.  Bethany tried to fight Jake off, but he was so strong.  And crazy.

 

Bethany grabbed FizzCake off the sofa and sheltered her from the evil Jake.  The poor kitten!  But, Jake was undeterred.  He jumped up and just when we thought he was going to attack Bethany and FizzCake again, his eyes clouded over and he said he had an idea.

 

He offered FizzCake some of his beer, and at last we had a truce!  Jake and FizzCake were friends the rest of the night, and we were spared any more drama.  Bethany and Jake are still in a bit of a trance, and we don't totally trust FizzCake, but peace has been restored to my house, and that's all that is important in the end, right?

Hey Meg, can you say ILLEGAL RESIDENT?

Introducing FizzCake, the newest resident of Meg and Amy's dorm room.

 

kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty 

Katie and FizzCake bonding on Amy's bed.  I WANT one.  A cat, that is, not Katie.  I already have a Katie.  I mean, I am a Katy.  Whatever.  You know what I mean.

Saturday Night at the Hookah Bar

 

 

 

Bored? 

Go to TheyRule.net.  Click on through the intro, read it if you want.  Once you reach the main page, with a mainly blank screen and a menu on the left, click on "companies".  Select a company.  Hold your mouse over the table that floats out on the screen.  Select "directors".  Now you can see who sat on the board of that company in 2004.  Notice how some of them are "fat" and some of them are "skinny"?  The "fat" ones are people who also sit on other boards of directors.  Hold your mouse over them and select "companies".  Now you see the other companies they help control. 

Look at the directors for those companies, and keep repeating until the chain is too much to bear.  You can move tables and people around to keep them from overlapping, and you can choose to contract a company, which will make all directors that aren't on other boards disappear.

You can also load maps that previous visitors have created.  Some have obviously had agendas, but a lot of the maps are very informative, if not alarming.  We've been using this site in one of my classes this semester.......let me know what you think, and if you create and save any maps.

AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some fucktards stole my wallet at Augustine's Friday night.  I didn't realize this until Saturday morning when I was going to sneak out to buy donuts for a houseful of snoozing boozehounds.  Luckily I work for my financial institution, so I called and put a stop order on all my cards, and had my parents put a stop on my emergency card...the last, sweet bit of umbilical cord that still remains.  Unfortunately, I was too late.  Those bastards filled two cars - big, dirty, making-up-for-a-small-dick-I'm-sure trucks - at a gas station around 2:30 am using my debit card, to the tune of $75.  Idiots!  I spoke with the manager of the gas station, and there aren't cameras outside, which is where they paid.  Check minus.

The moral of the story is no matter how dissatisfied you are with what you have, no matter how disenfranchised you feel, you are not entitled to take other peoples' shit.  Unless you and your community have been left for dead in the aftermath of a natural disaster.  Take all the necessary provisions you need.  But leave the flatscreens behind.

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Despite this small tragedy, the show must go on!

 

I can't decide which shirt I want to buy.......I like them both so much:

 

Which one do y'all think?  You can check 'em out here for yourself if you like.
I think A-ron should get the "I'm Swirl" one!

Saturday Night Fever

 

My good friend Brooke came in from Abbeville for a visit with her brother Christopher.  Some of our friends from Natchitoches were in Baton Rouge for an ultimate Frisbee tournament so we tried to meet up with them to catch some of their games.  Unfortunately, due to a late late late night Friday and Katy's great sense of direction we missed their games   BUT, as we were wise and didn't panic, the universe rewarded us with a lovely party at our friend Alex' house on State St. 

Whenever Alex is at a party, Alex starts a fire, and since this party was at Alex' house, this party was no exception. 

 

At some point, while we were enjoying the bonfire, someone realized that Chris had played in his first tournament that day and there for, had to "Drink a Frisbee".  For those of you new to this, as I was myself, this involves filling a regulation Frisbee with beer and then having the newbee drink it within a certain count of time.  Soooooooooooo.....

 

Alex filled the Frisbee.  Well, he said he gave Chris a break, but I saw him pour 3 Milwaukee's Best in there, and that couldn't have been good since Chris had been drinking real beer before all of that.  Anyway, the count began...1...2...3...

 

Yeah, I don't remember the count, but Chris did indeed finish.  I don't think he was too happy about it, though.  Aaron tried to counsel him through the aftermath:

 

Chris ended up staring off into the distance.  All of a sudden he ran down State street. We had to go look for him.  We were afraid he had turned into his animagus, a black cat.

 

We found him dancing with light poles and making crowns out of Christmas lights.

 

Finally, we managed to get him back into our custody.  We put him in the beer cooler at the circle K at State and Highland for a while to chill. HA HA HA!   And now I think he's gonna be alright.

 

We'll see.  How was your weekend?