The Junior Symphany

Finally, the exciting news about my daughter. As I have mentioned before, my oldest daughter plays the upright bass and auditioned for the Mid-Michigan Junior Symphony and was accepted. I was so proud and excited because this group is made up of mostly high school children and daughter #1 is still in 8th grade. She has been learning so much more from this group than at school since the music they play is much more complicated.

On Thursday morning, the symphany got to play on the stage at the Wharton Center on the Michigan State University campus. This is the same stage that all of our local off broadway plays and productions are performed on.

When #1 and I got to the center, we were immediately directed through the Green Room that was filled with head shots and autographs of all the famous people that have performed at the Wharton. Behind the Green Room was the backstage area. It was huge! I've never seen so many wires, lights and pulleys. The ceiling had to be at least 50 feet high.

This was #1's first big performance. She has performed many times but always with kids her own age. It was interesting to see her finding her way. The first thing she did when she came on stage was to take the 1st chair bassist's spot on the front of the stage. I watched as the 2nd chair nicely told her that her spot was on the other side of him.

The students were asked to be on the stage two and a half hours early so they could practice. I had not yet heard this group play and was bracing myself for off pitch wrong notes. This was so not the case. These kids played as well as the adult symphony. They played Mozart, Beethoven, a Star Wars compliation theme and some Asian music. I had brought my book to read but was mesmerized by the music for the entire rehersal.

I took this one from the stage. You can see that the Wharton Center has a balcony level.
The pictures don't show the enormity of this place.

This one was taken during rehersal.
Most of the group was there at this point.

This is #1. Look how tiny she is. When she first started playing,
she had a much smaller bass because she couldn't reach
to the top of the strings. (I wish someone would have moved that chair.)

So, I've become a stage mom. How exciting is that? They have another performance on May 9th in case anyone is in the area. ;-)

Flowers

I took these a couple of weeks ago. I have more but haven't had time to download them. I have exciting news about my daughter but it will have to wait till I get some time. Enjoy the beautiful Spring weather today!

HNT #23

"Two Lips"

I played around a bit with lighting. This one was taken with a flash.

This one is natural lighting.

Happy HNT!

Go see the Half Nekkid King!

The Ride

My parents bought my girls quad runners. They are 90cc so a managable sized engine for young girls. They started out buying only one and the girls shared it really well. My step dad, being the one upper that he is decided that they each needed one so they bought another. He's talking about buying two more so that he and my mom can ride with them. Man, my kids are spoiled. The most exciting thing I got to ride as a kid was the lawn mower over the 5 acres that we mowed.

Here are the twins. You will notice that they are not identical.

I took the blue one for a spin last week on a gorgeous sunny day.
Here is my view while riding.

Here's a way dorky picture of me on the quad. I have extreme photosensitivity so I squint like a moron instead of wearing sunglasses. The wind and no makeup thing don't help my case either.

You can't really see them well, but this field is covered in some sort of little white flowers. It was beautiful.

This picture doesn't do justice to this rock. It has a band of pink that runs through it. It kind of looks like blood. Growing up on my grandparents farm I learned that rocks are a farmer's enemy. I can still appreciate this one though as my grandpa had to move it out of the middle of the field.

If you look really hard, you can see the woods. I rode all the way back there. It's over a mile and a half one way. This is the view from my parents yard. The extra green spot where the old barn burned a couple of years ago. (I really need to post that story with pictures). My grandfather's last year of crop farming was last year. He will plant this and all of his fields in grass as it is now in a federal land bank program.

I'm so lucky to have my family's land to roam. I can't imagine not being able to "commune" with nature.

My Man!

Friday Fun

I took yesterday off from work. Mr. Sign took both girls to school so I didn't have to get ready. I decided to clean out the drawers and cabinets in the bathroom. I always think I try to keep things pretty tidy by throwing out things we don't use. Obviously I haven't been doing a good job since I threw out a whole trash bag full of crap. Anyone need some seven year old Darvocet?

My mom called and invited me to go to the casino with her, her friend and Grandma. Now I hear you all thinking I have a gambling problem but I assure you that I don't. I rarely spend more than $40. Now, my mom and grandma on the other hand have rooms comped all over the U.S. including Vegas. If you are going to go, go with them since all of the food is comped as well.

As soon as we got there we all went our separate ways. I played a nickel machine and lost $35 dollars in ten minutes. I decided to find something else to do.

I found the Overdrive Lounge with it's purple velvet chairs and decided to have a seat. It's set up with four chairs around a table so I sat alone. The bar is a half circle shape with the stage raised behind the bar. The next band was moving in to set up.

While I waited, I saw the most beautiful man I have ever seen. He looked like a Greek God. He had dark hair swept back off his face and a bronze tan. He was wearing a tan shirt that was perfectly pressed with a black tie and black slacks. He didn't have a wedding ring on. I was sitting directly behind him at the bar so I had optimal viewing. My gawd he was gorgeous! I just kept staring since he had no idea that I was behind him raping him with my eyes. He did turn around once and look at me and I think I jumped when our eyes met.

As I continued to watch him, I realized that he wasn't all that I had made him out to be. The way he talked and his mannerisms started to bother me. I decided that there was obviously a reason he didn't have a ring. He was annoying.

Two women walked in both were dressed in turquoise blue outfits. One was a beautiful Asian and the other a six foot tall African American. They were in the next band that was setting up. The band was called "Persuasion". The two women had a man that sang with them also. They sang Earth Wind and Fire, Marvin Gaye, Donna Summer, KC and the Sunshine band and many other disco songs. They had great stage presence and were lots of fun.

While I was listening to the band, an older African American gentleman came over and asked if he could sit by me. I told him to have a seat. He proceeded to ask me if I had a husband and if he was here with me. I told him that he was safe for now but that Mr. Sign was a big angry Italian. He laughed and said that he would be ok.

The band took a break and all of the members came out and started talking to the man next to me. I found out his name was Snake and that he had been kicked out of the casino for four months and this was his first day back. He was very touchy feely with everyone and I assume that may be why he was bannished.

Mom called and said they were going to eat. Now this is usually my favorite part. The casino has a buffet that is to die for. They have prime rib, roast duck and anything you ever desired. The dessert area is larger than some restaurants with chocolate concoctions, pies, cheesecakes, cookies and anything else you every could want. Unfortunately, it was seafood night and none of us like it so we ate at a diner that was just ok. I actually had enough points on my card to comp my meal. I have been working on that for the last 6 times I visited.

My mom was up over $900 so she gave me $100 to play. I won $65 dollars on a nickel machine. That wa s pretty exciting. I cashed it out and proceed to put most back into a 2 cent machine. Those suck your money faster than anything else I ever played. I played a hand of Black Jack at $25 and won so I took it and ran. I kept some of the money to replace some of my money that I had lost and gave the rest back to Mom.

I got home a little after midnight. I had a great time.

Busy

I have seen Spinning Girl do this when she doesn't have time to post something.

Talk amoungst yourselves.........

HNT #22

I wish I was putting up a pretty picture. I'm not, this is me, minus the usual smile.

I took this the morning after the Michigan Blogger Meeting. Let's just say that after 50 Jello shots, I was at least upright.

Happy HNT!

Please go visit the great and almighty, Os to find
out what all of the nekkidness is about.

Free lunch

My (step) dad and I went to lunch as we do every day. There are only three restaurants to choose from in the small town that I grew up in. We chose the Depot Diner like we do at least once a week. It's kind of the hang out for area farmers.

Coming from a farming family, I know most of the area farmers. A good family friend, Dallas, who is a farmer was sitting at a large round table with two men that we didn't know. There were two empty seats and the rest of the tables were full. He invited us to pull up a chair. A middle aged gentleman was introduced to us and he introduced his son in law to his right. I shook hands with both men and the older man said, and I quote, "You have the most beautiful hair. It looks like golden sunshine and spring all rolled into one. It makes me happy." I giggled as I watched the other three men check out my 'do.

We had a fun lunch chit chatting about the world. The two newcomers were very interested in what everyone else had to say and were also very polite. I really enjoyed my time.

The waitress came around and handed out the bills. We didn't get one so assumed that she didn't have it ready. When my dad went to pay, the older man said, "Your money is no good here. I feel great today. Ask me how the seed business is." So we each did as he asked. He informed us that this had been a business lunch and it was on him.

I did think that my hair did look fabulous this morning as I got ready. Now I know it wasn't just me that thought it. *laughing*

How To Make A Sign

I decided to document pictorally how to make a sign. I had no idea how they were made before I started working in the sign shop. There is as much time taken to design the sign in the computer as in the application process but here I have focused on the application.

You must first determine the dimensions that you want the sign to be and then design the sign around them. Here are several signs set up to be cut by the plotter.

You must then choose the color of vinyl that will make up your sign. We carry over 100 colors but can order any color. I arranged the vinyl according to color families a while back. This helped stop my stepdad from ordering the fifth role of dark gray. He still has a little trouble putting them back where they belong.

The computer sends a picture of what the sign will look like to the plotter. The plotter has a very small knife that pivots and cuts through the vinyl. This is a new plotter that has the capability to make paper banners using colored markers. An example is on the wall behind the plotter.

When the vinyl comes from the plotter it looks like a full sheet of color. There is a paper backing on the vinyl. You have to look hard to determine where the cuts are. You must then "weed" out the unneccessary vinyl and leave in the image for the sign. This step is espcially tricky because the back of the vinyl is extremely sticky and if you touch part of what you would like to leave, they stick together.


The weeding is done with an X-acto knife. You must remove the insides of all the closed letters.


After the weeding process is finished, transfer tape must be applied to the entire image. These are the sizes of tape that we have. When I arranged them this way, my stepdad said it looked like the "more bars" cell phone commercial. What do you think?

Here is the transfer tape being applied. You must lay it down without any lumps or wrinkles as they will affect the final vinyl on the sign. You must take a squeegee and smooth down the tape so that it will adhere to the vinyl.

The sign must be trimmed allowing for easier placement on the sign substrate (the material the sign will be made on) and in this case, there are two signs here and they must be cut apart.

A center point is drawn to speed up the centering process.

Dirt is the devil to a sign maker. If you don't clean the substrate, dirt will stick to the sign and the vinyl will have lumps under it. Even a tiny speck of dirt will look three times larger under the vinyl.

Again, everything must be measured to make sure that the sign is straight. Half of my time in the sign shop is spent measuring. Each top corner is tacked with a piece of masking tape in order to place the vinyl exactly where you want it.

Once you have the vinyl piece secured with a line of masking tape, it makes a hinge with the paper and tape. The paper backing is then removed exposing the sticky back of the vinyl and tape.

Very carefully the tape is pulled down but not quite touching the substrate.

A squeegee is used to smooth down the tape and vinyl together starting at the tape line with special care taken to remove all air bubbles.

Once the tape is smoothed down, it is slowly removed leaving the vinyl image on the substrate.

Voila! Our finished sign.

Did you learn anything?

Keep Your Fingers Crossed

I took the CRAPtop (my new name for the laptop) to the Geek Squad today and showed them the duck that appears when I start up. The guy looked about 16 and he yelled over the couple that he was trying to help that he was sure it was the mother board. I asked if the battery being low would give the same errors (161 & 163 both have to do with the internal battery) and he said yes. He said that he was sure the mother board was bad, that it would be expensive to replace and impossible to get parts. He then proceeded to ask me if he could show me some new lap tops. Guess what little man? I'm not buying a new one from you!

I came home and checked IBM and spent 45 minutes on the phone with 4 different people getting hung up on twice. In the end I got the part number and decided to look at the local battery store since the battery costs $8 but the shipping is $13. I really hope this fixes my problems and I think it will since the computer runs. It's just in safe mode. Blech!

Mr. Sign and I only worked half days today so we decided to go see Scary Movie 4. I loved the first two with the Wayans Brothers involvement. Number 3 wasn't too bad. SAVE YOUR MONEY!! This movie was just boring and uninspired. I normally laugh at the bathroom humor so hard that I have to wipe the tears away. I only laughed out loud once during the entire movie. Anything even remotely funny has already been shown in the trailers and commercials.

I'm done trying to be Bill Gates and Siskel and Roeper now. Have a great weekend and Happy Easter!

Spring Fever!!!!

I'm not dead! I've got a bad case of Spring fever, baby. I haven't had time to be online in several days.

My baby, #2 turned 10 on Tuesday. She's in the double digits. Wow, I feel old. We had 25 people for dinner so that kept me quite busy.

The flowers are blooming. And to make things even better, my parents took my kids for the rest of the week until Sunday.

I'm still having computer trouble and fear I may have to take it to the Geeks. I've been toying with the idea of getting a new one but can't bring myself to spend the extra money right now.

Thank you to everyone who emailed me to let me know my blog wasn't loading and for worrying whether or not I was ok. I am doing awesome.

I Just Killed Myself and My Laptop

My mom came home from work before I left (I work for my parents at their house). We decided to take the quad runners out for a spin. My grandfather owns the 100 or so acres that surround my mother's house so we took to the fields. The sun was so warm on our skin and the breeze blew through our hair. It was fun playing tag as the dirt kicked up behind us.

When I got home I decided to do a few things in the yard. The weather here was perfect. 65 degrees and sunny. I started by pulling out last year's Alyssum that was tangled around the Hiacynths.

Last fall I raked all of the neighbors' leaves. I say their leaves since I only have two very small trees. Leaves from the whole neighborhood blow into my yard. I even mulched them and put them on the flower beds and in the garden.

After I pulled up last years decorative grass I looked longingly at the garden. I decided that I couldn't stand to wait to till it. I got out my cute little rototiller and proceeded to till the crap out of it. The soil is a rich dark color. My grandfather who has farmed for over 75 years jokes that if his fields had that kind of soil, he would be a millionaire. (The joke is that he already is a millionaire.)

I can't wait to plant this spring!

My dinosaur of a laptop is crapping out on me again. It all started when I changed the desktop to a jungle theme. As soon as I did that, the clock would no longer stay set when the computer wasn't running. I've been told that the internal clock battery is tough to change on a laptop.

I'm not sure if I have a virus but when I start it up, a weird thing comes up where the cursor is a duck. The next screen asks me to reset the time. Then I have to shut the whole thing down and restart it. Another strange thing that happens is that it turns the sound all the way up when I had it turned off.

Today, the laptop decided to only run in Safe Mode. I don't know how to get it back to normal. I've tried restarting it and the whole nine yards to no avail. Maybe all my HTML retardedness killed the computer, I don't know.

Still Working

I'm still trying to fix the template. I can't seem to get the header right. I kinda like the way my eye is peeking at you when you open the page. I need help with getting a logo or something in for the title. Ugh! I'm sick of trying but will keep on keeping on 'cause that's just how I am. Never give up (unless it's exercise)!

Let me know if you think something is askew. I have several computers and it looks different on all of them using the same browser. I tend to use Firefox most of the time.

Anywho, bear with me and if you have any helpful hints, they would be greatly appreciated.

Kid Stuff

#2
Daughter #2 woke up Thursday morning with spots all over her torso. Not just a few, over 50. I was sure they looked like bug bites so I sent her to school and told her not to show anyone (I'm such a great mom). I had just made the 25 minute trip to work and as I was unlocking the door, my cell phone rang. It was #2's school. She wasn't feeling well. I had to drive all the way back. The secretary at school said that chicken pox were running rampant. I called the doctor's office to see if they could see her. Luckily, I have a very old fashioned doctor who will see you no matter what.

#2 has had a mild case of the pox along with the Varicella vaccine so I was sure it wasn't chicken pox. She also never had a fever and the spots didn't itch.

The doctor looked at the spots and decided that he had no idea what it was. He looked in the dermatology book to see if he could figure it out. He was stumped. This guy has been a doctor for over 50 years so he's no spring chicken. He asked if he could take pictures so he could show them to another doctor and also contact the Health Department. He said to be on the safe side, he had to say that it was Chicken Pox and she was to be quarantined. He still hasn't called me back.

I was just talking to my sister. The girls spent last Saturday night with her and had been in her hot tub. Her husband had put lots of chemicals in before they got in. Now I'm thinking that is what caused the rash since it's concentrated in her bathing suit area and nowhere else.

#1
Daughter #1 plays the upright string bass in orchestra. She attends a performing arts school and is in the 8th grade. She recently auditioned for a spot on the Junior Symphany for our city. She made it! She's playing with high school kids from all over the area. They will be performing at the Wharton center (on the campus of Michigan State University) this month.

This past week the school put on the play Peter Pan. #1 scored some of the music that the band played as well as playing the bass during the play. I cried as they played the music that my daughter composed. They even thanked her in the program and called her up on the stage after the conclusion.

I am one proud momma!


Edit~ I'm messing around with my template. I just couldn't look at that other one any longer. I have no clue what I'm doing so let me know if you really hate something. I may just change it if I can figure it out.

HNT #21 With A Special Twist

The Michigan Bloggers met up this past weekend. You can read about it here. The all great and mighty Os sent his shirt for the group to have their way with. It was inadvertently left in my room so I took advantage of having it.

Happy HNT!

I would like to thank the man who made the shirt famous,
The Half Nekkid King, Os.

What Was That?

I need to appologize for the last post. I have no idea what hit me, but it hit me hard (no, it's not PMS).

My funk continued on this morning as I cried all the way to work.

I always have doubt and self esteem issues, I just try not to make them the only thing you see of me.

I want to thank everyone for the kind comments. My mailbox was full of personal emails and I'll try to respond to each and every one. I especially want to thank someone special who was there to listen to me last night as I typed through teary eyes and sobbed my heart out.

I had considered taking the post down and decided to keep it up. As ugly as it is, it is part of me.

I also considered not taking part of HNT tomorrow but took a special picture that is tied to the Michigan Blogger Meeting so I'm going to do it.

The purpose of the post was to get some things out of my head and that's exactly what I did.

Again, thanks for being there for me. I love you all!

The Crash

Have you ever noticed how when you have something fun to look forward to, there's always the big letdown after? I'm there. I feel so depressed today. I don't think I've ever admitted to feeling depressed. I'm that bitch that strives to be happy on the outside at all times.

I had such a great weekend. More fun than I've had in a long time. I was still on a high yesterday and today everything just seemed to crash.

At the Blogger meeting we discussed whether or not we would have a hard time posting what's on our minds now that we actually "know" some of the people that read our blogs. I have no problem. If anything I'm going to let some stuff fly. I realized that most of the stuff I post is not really what I want to post about. Today will be different.

I've hinted before that I have a weight problem. It's part of who I am. I have used my weight as a blanket. A way to deflect others from getting close to me. It sounds strange but I think in a way that the fat has been a way to draw away attention from myself since no one would ever take a second look at a fat girl.

Every minute of my life revolves around my weight. When I wake up in the morning I think about how hard it is to get my fat ass out of bed. I get in the shower and lather up and feel the disgust toward my physical self. Every time someone looks at me, I'm thinking about how horrified they must be by looking at me.

A big part of my problem is that for years, I have ignored myself. I took care of everyone around me and never gave a second thought about me. I cannot look in the mirror. It makes me physically ill. Looking at pictures of myself brings my psyche crashing.

People's first reaction to my displeasure with myself is that I should diet. I just want to scream, "What the fuck do you think I've been doing my entire life?" I've dieted myself to this weight by loosing it then gaining it back because just a little cheat won't hurt, right? It's just disgusting to me that I can't control this aspect of my life.

I'm sure if you are reading this and have read my stuff before you are sure that I've gone over the deep end. I just really needed to use this blog for the purpose that I intended it for in the first place. A place to put my real thoughts that need to get out of my head.

I didn't write this to make people feel sorry for me. That's the last thing I need. God, I don't even think I can finish this stupid post because I'm sobbing right now. Just ignore me......

Bus/Bar Crawl

My friend rented a party bus to take us from bar to bar in Grand Rapids. The bus was a converted tour bus that had disco lights and a kick ass stereo system. The seats had been removed and the interior was made to look like a lounge. I didn't bring my camera since I was sure I would lose it somewhere in all the drunkeness.

Here are some stats from the Bus/Bar tour Saturday night.

• Number of men on the bus-12

• Number of women-5 (good odds for me, huh?)

• Number of bars visited- 5

• Number of times the bus driver yelled at me-1

• Number of times he apologized for doing so-2
  

• Number of times my ass was grabbed-3

• Number of times I grabbed other asses-lost track

• Number of bald heads I rubbed for luck-2

• Number of times I got kissed on the mouth-4 (one with tongue)

• Number of Jello shots I consumed-somewere around 40

• Number of Kamakazies-3

• Number of shots of Jager-3

• Number of beers-0

• Number of Jello shots my bra can hold-8

• Number of people who got lucky on the bus with someone other than their spouse-2

• Number of people's heads on my lap at one time-3

• Number of younger guys that did the bump and grind with me on the bus-2

• Number of older guys that did the bump and grind with me on the bus-4

• Number of bar brawls I broke up-1

• Number of guys who said I had great dance moves (yeah, right)-2 (# who weren't trashed-0)
  

• Average age of people attending the party 32

• Number of times I asked, "Who's hand is in my shirt?"-2

• Number of times someone fell on the bus-lost track
  

• Number of people who passed out-2 (the same two who got lucky)

• Number of times Mr. Sign got lucky-2 (not on the bus you pervs!)

I wasn't feeling real great by the time the party started and questioned whether I was up for another night of drinking. Mr. Sign said that I was as pale as a ghost. We only knew four people and I was feeling a little out of my element since I was so sociable the night before. I decided to try to start drinking (I sound like an alcoholic) to try to make myself feel better. It worked and I pepped up quickly.

My friend's husband was wearing an apron that looked like a barbeque apron with a towel sewed on the front. When you lifted the towel, there was a 12" penis including testicles and pubic hair. The penis lifted up with the towel by a fishline. He proceeded to show it off to every woman in every bar we visited. Some of the bouncers were not cool with it. I think they were just jealous.

In one of the bars, some guy seemed to have a fasination with my ass. He asked me finally to rub his friend's bald head. I broke down and did it (it was soooo soft). Then he says, "I didn't mean that head!" He got a little tap on the back and I walked over to the birthday boy who proceed to tell me about how he was so glad I was there (insert big kiss here. I didn't fight him of course). Why does alcohol lower our inhibitions so much?



The bus was rockin' with dance tunes like Shake That and Beep. By the end of the night, most of the people that weren't passed out were dancing while the bus drove us down the streets. We were all shaking our asses and having the most fun you can have with your clothes on. People walking on the streets could see into the bus. The only problem was that with all the alcohol that was spilled on the floor, it was slippery.

Since you can't walk into a bar with alcohol, I packed my body with Jello shots. My bra has an amazing ablility to hold them. By the end of the night all the guys were helping themselves to my stash. One guy asked me what I didn't have in there. I told him I had everything he needed right here as I patted my chest. Gawd, I'm such a lush.

One of the bars we went to was The B.O.B. There are six bars in one, on four different levels. We ended up in the dance club. Way to much fun.

One of the guys was eating something and I asked him what it was. I swear he said penis, but he was trying to say peanuts. I'm still laughing.

I'm still too tired to type more. I'll leave you with a little Jenn gem. After nearly 100 shots of Jello in 2 days, I think I'll shit a neon rainbow.

What A Weekend!

I raced around Thursday and Friday in preparation for being out of town for the weekend on a dead run. My thoughts were on who was coming to the Michigan Blogger meeting. Would they be as I had envisioned them from reading their blogs? Would they recognize me? How much would I embarass myself?

After work I was jetting to Ann Arbor so I could catch happy hour in the bar at the hotel. The closer I got the more nervous I became. My thoughts went to, "Why are you on your way alone to meet people you have never met? What do you think you are going to get out of this meeting?"

Since I came from work, I was in my work clothes when I checked into the hotel. As I was checking in a man approached the desk and low and behold it was BTExpress. I tapped him on the shoulder and called out his name. I was greeted by a huge smile and a handshake. We made plans to freshen up and meet in the bar.

BTE and I talked for about an hour before Barman made his appearance. I knew him right away since he looks just like his profile picture. Cutie was next and I recognized her just as she noticed me.

Jon came sneaking around the corner and I'm ashamed to say, I didn't recognize him for a second. We were all laughing and starting to loosen up when a tall thin guy carrying a beer approached our table. I had absolutely no idea of who he was. He said, "You probably don't know me, but I'm Croaker. I had never read his blog but had seen his comments around. He was the most intriguing in my opinion since I didn't know anything about him. He also said he had seen my comments around at like every blog he's visited. He basically called me a blog whore which I guess I am.

No party would be complete without Roxi Moon. She brought her boyfriend Dan. He had driven non stop from Texas (I think he said 26 hours). He said Roxi had coaxed him into visiting promising a weekend at a hotel. She didn't mention the blog meeting until they got to the hotel, hehe. Let me just say that Roxi is even hotter in real life and is exactly who she is on her blog.

We hung out at the bar for a while and I kept mentioning to everyone that I had free Jello shots in my room. We all ended up there and things got pretty crazy. Jello shots were flying around the room (sorry about hitting you in the head Jon). I had at least four people in my king sized bed. I tried to convince them all to stay but no one took me up on it. I'll shut up now and give you some pictures.

Barman and Roxi

Cutie and BTExpress. He was helping her get the
Jello off of her hands. At least that's his story.

This is Roxi. She's absoFUCKinglutely adorable!
Jon is smiling maniacally on the left.

Jon doing Jello tricks.

BTE, Croaker, and Roxi imbibing in the Jello.

Croaker has a card for his blog.

Somehow (like always) things ended up down my shirt.
I wish this wasn't my own money :-(

Roxi's business card got carried in my bra
along with everything else.

The difference in the shots that I made
(mine's on the left) and Barman's. I tend to overdo
everything. BTW, Barman, yours were .75 oz and mine were 2.5 oz!

This is what the leftovers from 250+ Jello shots looks like.
I personally think I had over 50 myself.

I had 3 men in my room until after 3 am. Who would have ever guess that I'd be alone with 3 women and 4 men that I'd never met before in a hotel room? Let's just say that they all got to see cleavage from Cutie and I (especially BTE, he stood over us because he said he liked the view. Perv! I love it!)

I got about 2 hours of sleep. When I got up I found the infamous shirt of Osbasso, the HNT King left in my room. I decided to try to get some HNT pics with it. I left it at the front desk for Roxi. I hope she got it. In the post below I will post pictures with all of us wearing the shirt.

I will post tomorrow about my night Saturday on the party bus for the bar crawl.

Thank God I'm alive and I think everyone had fun.