deep thoughts by four m'ladies

From the Depths of the Carnie Art Vaults...

2009-10-08T08:35:00.000-07:00

Check out some delicious, poorly executed Carnival art to liven up your Thursday morning. I like the dog walking human mural (pictured left) best. How about you?

I think this speaks for itself...

2009-09-29T12:14:00.001-07:00

get your red hot mooncakes

Really???

2009-05-19T13:01:00.000-07:00

Okay, seriously. Pregnancy is a very beautiful thing. But not plastered all over Facebook when you are 23 years old, have odd tattoos on your torso, and are wearing strangely sexy lingerie in the photographs. I am glad that people are proud of their fetus, but make a nice little baby album with that stuff and show it to your closest friends and family. Not half the world-including your coworkers, drunk former college hookups, random people that you met for 5 minutes then became Facebook "friends" with. I have seen 3 albums like this within the past 48 hours. Someone please scream at me if I am the one making albums like this in 10 years.

In Celebration as your last day being Allie B....Have a great honeymoon, Allie....C!!

2009-05-14T09:31:00.000-07:00

wedding bells and cupcakes!!! congrats mlady

2009-05-14T09:11:00.000-07:00

things i find while searching for stock photography...

2009-05-12T06:34:00.001-07:00

search terms: grandmother & outdoors

Oshkosh-B-Awkward

2009-05-11T14:28:00.000-07:00

quite possibly my new favorite site:
awkward family photos.com

spring is in the air

2009-05-11T05:35:00.000-07:00

mondays are the least popular day of the week, but at least its better than the day this guy is having.

anti-semitic cats, a friday afternoon delight

2009-05-08T14:26:00.000-07:00

Sir 'Kitler' taking a commanding stance

there is nothing more inspiring to view when one is stuck in traffic...

2009-05-06T16:01:00.000-07:00

I am tired of being an adult!!

2009-05-04T08:29:00.000-07:00

So does anyone else ever get tired of being an adult? I've absolutely loved it until last week, when I realized that I need to find a summer job, figure out housing for next fall in CT, figure out way too much financial aid stuff for school, etc etc etc. I think I hit a cracking point. The funny thing is, I know once this transition phase is over, I will love life again. But this week sucks! There are very FEW instances when I think this, but once in a great while I wish that I could go back to being 15 and let my parents do everything for me again. I mean honestly, the only thing I worried about at that point was getting my Dad to drive me to my friends' houses.
In any case, when it comes down to it, I know I secretly love all this responsibility, and I like knowing that I AM able to do all this on my own. If someone could just get me through this week, I will be able to get right back to that mentality. :)

google search "llama"

2009-04-21T13:10:00.001-07:00

meet your match.

2009-04-15T12:38:00.001-07:00

the only roadside memorial worth looking at...

2009-04-14T05:56:00.001-07:00

And I present to you from the M'lady archives...

2009-04-12T21:59:00.000-07:00

Exhibit A: 3 M'ladies, post mustache drawing and t-giving sandwich eating circa 2004

hilarious

2009-04-09T19:15:00.000-07:00

http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/the-different-kinds-ofpeople-that-there-are/Content?oid=1206006

I especially like the part about "People Who Claim to Be Afraid of Clowns" and the part about "People Who Let Their Cat Walk Across Their Kitchen Cutting-Board"...

le petit happy birthday's eve cait!

2009-04-09T10:23:00.001-07:00

who said only the bride should wear white?

2009-04-08T10:39:00.001-07:00

inspired thinking

2009-03-27T06:36:00.000-07:00

classifying rare species of stray shopping carts....pure genious....

Check out that Coif!

2009-03-25T13:22:00.001-07:00

The wonderful things you find when your mom and her friends are on facebook.

skip and char a.k.a. "chip" spotted in 1975.

skip was ron burgundy meets burt reynolds with a pipe! char just had big earings and a hairdo fall less voluminous than skips.

enjoy.

spaghetti anyone?

2009-03-19T08:42:00.001-07:00

How to shame your pet

2009-03-12T10:57:00.000-07:00

Now that I am all about sewing and have Tilly, I thought it would be a fun project to make my own kitty bed. So while googling sewing patterns for pets... i found these....

note the look of shame on the top right pugs face...

why is there enough of a demand for stupid dog hats and cat "suits" that these patterns resulted? and what sedatives are these animals on to be wearing such articles?

simplicity pattern makers: i spray my water bottle at you..."No!"

Meet Tilly!

2009-03-12T05:10:00.000-07:00

Justin and I are the proud owners of a little sphynx. We named her Tilly and she is the sweetest cat. Now you all need to come to Buffalo to meet her!

Likewise M'Lady!!!!

2009-03-09T11:09:00.001-07:00

2009-03-09T08:58:00.000-07:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY M'LADY!
I wish I could celebrate with you! I missss you!

Why we all left Connecticut

2009-03-04T08:27:00.000-08:00

CHIMPANZEE ATTACKS WOMAN IN STAMFORD

A massive ape lost control at his Connecticut owner's home today and mauled a woman's face before he was repeatedly stabbed by his horrified owner and eventually shot dead by police, authorities said.

Travis, a 200-pound primate, attacked the 55-year-old woman today in Stamford as she visited her friend and chimp owner Sandy Herold around 3:30 p.m, cops said.

When Herold saw what happening, she ran out of the house with a butcher knife and stabbed Travis numerous times.

Cops showed up and a bloodied Travis tried to open a door of the patrol car. When he discovered it was locked, he moved to the other side and ripped the mirror off. One of the officers then shot Travis. The 15-year-old chimp staggered back inside Herald's home, where he collapsed in a pool of blood. The victim was taken to Stamford Hospital with severe facial injuries.

"It was a very brutal attack," said Stamford police Cpt. Richard Conklin, adding that the woman's "hands were mangled."

In 2003, Travis escaped from the Herold car by jumping from her car in Stamford. He was corralled by cops a few hours later.

Travis was well known around Stamford because he rode around in the truck belonging to Herold's towing company, Desire Me Motors in Stamford, according to the Stamford Advocate newspaper.

Also in the 2003 escape incident, a man threw something in Herold's truck that struck Travis. The chimp unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the door and ran out after the man, but did not catch him, the paper said.

Later that day, Travis then played at an intersection for two hours, causing traffic to stall. Police eventually sedated him with stun guns and got him back into the truck.

Travis took his own bath, ate at the table and drank wine from a stemmed glass. He also brushed his teeth using a Water Pik, according to the Stamford Advocate.

Aside from appearing in Coca Cola and Old Navy TV commercials, he appeared once on the "Maury Povich Show" and was in a TV pilot

I know what Mrs. M'lady Will Get From Me For a Wedding Gift

2009-02-27T14:34:00.000-08:00

WHO CAN PLAY “CatFeats” - Any combination of 1-4 people and 1-4 cats.

CatFeats is a fun way to discover what motivates Kitty to perform. Experiment with cuddles, compliments, toys, gestures and very small edibles (including cat treats, moist cat food or tuna fish) to find Kitty’s favorite rewards. You and Kitty will both enjoy doing the tasks. Don’t play the game right after Kitty has eaten because she may be less motivated to perform.

HOW TO PLAY: Roll the paw print dice, pick a matching paw print card, get your cat to do the activity, enter your score on the score pad. First player to score 30 WINS! You, your friends, your family and your cats will have SO MUCH FUN!

The OBJECT OF CatFeats is to score the most points by getting your cat to perform fun activities in a designated amount of time.

wanna get lei'd?

2009-02-26T08:39:00.001-08:00

Sooo I am officially going to Hawaii in April!!
Tom is getting out there the first week in April, and then he has this formal Submarine Ball that we are going to mid-April.
I'm going to head out there for about 2 weeks (most likely the 11th-24th), and obviously I will see a good amount of Mrs. MLady while I am out there. Anyone feel like taking a random trip to Hawaii in April?? We could have a mini-MLady reunion in Hawaii....

Dunkin' Donuts...the Waffle B'fast Sandwich...really!?

2009-02-25T18:13:00.000-08:00

What were they smoking? Is this the evil twin of their svelte flat bread sandwiches??? I vote a flop.

P.S. I do however desperately miss D&D's as there are zero in the Boulder-Denver area. I have been in Philly for the past 24 hours and has resigned myself to the fact that I will likely be popping 17 chocolate glazed munchkins in my mouth at one time at the airport tomorrow morning...ughhhhhhhhh glazzzzze

stains

2009-02-24T12:16:00.001-08:00

calling ALL mladies

2009-02-17T12:32:00.001-08:00

this post goes out to a certain cat loving mlady - whom will remain nameless. this mlady has yet to post a single item. this is called my "four" m'ladies for a reason, seems to be my "three" currently. If you are out there and still reading this, get postin!

just because you live on a tropical island, does not mean you are freed of your mlady contact responsibilities.

-the management.

Brainstorm!

2009-02-16T09:20:00.000-08:00

Had to share this. just our kind of humor

Kittens!

priceless.

CT-bound?

2009-02-12T14:13:00.001-08:00

EGB life update:
As all of you know, I am accepted at UConn Law. Out of the schools that I applied to, UConn was second on the list...after CU-Boulder. I am currently wait-listed at CU, so until I receive a definite decision from them, I am planning on attending UConn in the fall. I am really pumped! It will be amazing for a lot of reasons- I will be very close to NYC and Boston (good for internships/jobs and visiting friends/family often), and I will be able to pay in-state tuition. This is a crazy, crazy time of transition for me, but I know everything will turn out just fine.
In a nutshell, I am ending my (current) job, my boyfriend is moving to Hawaii, and I am leaving Boston.
The silver lining to all of these things is that I will have the summer off and I am hopefully moving to Newport for the summer, I am taking a two week vacation to Hawaii in the middle of April, and I am going to law school!
I guess it's all about perspective...

all things tiny and sweet

2009-02-12T11:23:00.000-08:00

so i've never sewed a thing in my life. justin's brother and wife are having a little boy and I really wanted to make something unusual and fun as a gift. I made these shoes and wanted to share.

so ladies when you have babies.... expect shoes!
no rush or anything.

making a stuffed animal next... more to come.

whats everyone else up to? we need to make use of this delightful little blog.

sidebar sidenote

2009-01-26T09:18:00.001-08:00

as i was perusing the squirrel attack article.. which i must say is awesome, I spotted a familiar doggie/monkey team.

banana derby has gone international, proud to say ive seen it in person.

This Article is Just Too Hilarious to Not Share

2009-01-23T08:42:00.000-08:00

In recent months, a number of National Health Service nurses making house calls in the rural United Kingdom have been attacked by the leaping rodents. They're now being told to walk in groups or at least carry umbrellas to defend themselves against kamikaze squirrels who have bizarrely begun catapulting themselves out of trees. One district nurse even suffered "reddening of the scalp" after being ganged up on by a duo of squirrels, one of which sidetracked her while another gave her noogies with all four paws.

This is not the first crazy squirrel attack to go down in England in the past year. Recently, a rescued squirrel named Elvis inexplicably attacked his owner, a children's book writer and squirrel aficionado. Before that, an inventor suffered whiplash when a squirrel leaped onto the head-mounted bird feeder he was wearing (we know -- he probably had that one coming).

Let us hope that -- unlike Coldplay -- the crazy squirrels will stay put in the U.K. and not attempt to cross the pond and inspire Americans to live in fear of leaving the house.

because everything looks better with a moustache

2009-01-22T11:10:00.001-08:00

stick on mustaches... oh rapture!

I Think This Ornament Speaks For Itself

2009-01-20T13:08:00.000-08:00

"Protect our troops - from the womb to the war. What if the fetus you were going to abort would grow up to be a soldier bringing democracy to a godless dictatorship?"

Senioritis begins

2008-11-24T07:37:00.000-08:00

I am DONE!
Last night, I sent in the last of my 9 law school applications! WOOHOOO!
Here is my final list: UConn, CU, Northeastern, BC, University of Washington, UPenn, American, Temple, Villanova
If I get really ambitious, I may add UT-Austin and/or George Washington to the list. But for now... I just want to relax and know that I am done. : )
Now I play the waiting game....
Remember during senior year, after we turned in our applications, how no one wanted to do anything? How we would leave after 5th period and go for random drives and take naps and do whatever the heck we wanted? THAT IS GOING TO BE ME! All over again. Except, instead of leaving after 5th period, I am just going to take a lot of "sick days." Score.

ladies and gentlemen.... President Obama

2008-11-05T08:38:00.000-08:00

http://popwreckoning.com/2008/10/16/new-alan-cohen-experience-obama-music-video/

First off, please click on that link and watch the "Alan Cohen Experience" video. I have had his song stuck in my head for the past 6 days. When you listen, you should just substitute the word "president" for "candidate."

By the way, this poster is hanging in my living room, and I am EXTRA glad that Obama won, because now my roommates and I can leave it up and not feel sad when we look at it....

It's like a lion and a tiger mixed... bred for its skills in magic...and aptitude to attack!

2008-10-31T08:28:00.000-07:00

Goodness me! Liger Attacks!

Cool Clip O' The Day

2008-10-29T12:17:00.000-07:00

charts and diagrams

2008-10-22T15:55:00.000-07:00

this is worth a look/laugh. enjoy.

Goodness Gracious Great Squirrels of Fire

2008-10-15T15:08:00.000-07:00

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

AP-REDDING, Calif. — With southern California fighting wind-driven flames and spot fires breaking out across northern California, firefighters have fingered at least one arsonist: an unlucky squirrel.

Redding firefighters say the squirrel set off the blaze when it shorted out a power line, caught fire and dropped into dry vegetation.

Battalion Chief Gerry Gray says it took 18 firefighters and six fire engines to fight the fire that started behind a Redding restaurant.

The fire briefly threatened a home before it was contained Monday.

Redding Electric Utility spokesman Pat Keener says about 200 customers might have noticed their electricity flicker when the squirrel shorted out the high-voltage power line. But the incident did not cause a power outage.

all things shiny

2008-10-07T12:58:00.000-07:00

so as i pack up my life to move along to buffalo. there is the inevitable stumbling block in packing when you find an item or items you neither wish to keep nor wish to throw away.

trophies and metals....
childhood accomplishments.... as represented in crappy plastic and medal chatchkies. as my mom and i stand in front of about 80 figure skating medals and a bunch of dusty hockey trophies, we both wonder...
what do we do with them?
donate them?
throw them out?
hide them in the attic/basement for a while and deal with them later?
use them as lawn ornaments?
cover ourselves in medals and play the michael phelps impersonation game?
any suggestions?

2008-10-07T11:07:00.000-07:00

And when did it become acceptable to refer to America as "Joe-Six-Pack"?
And when did it become acceptable to consider a VP candidate whose vocabulary primarily consists of two phrases: "maverick" and "hockey mom"?

Palin makes me want to cry.

the wink...!?

2008-10-06T20:07:00.000-07:00

so i was the riding the nifty DIA (denver international airport that is) concourse train today en-route to what seems to be my perpetual destination, concourse b, home of united airlines, the best shoe shine in denver...and my soul. anyways, i was staring into space as usual, tired and contemplative thinking about the presentation to be given tomorrow, when i glace over and me thinks...hark! did that man just WINK at me? yes fans, friends and foes...i was winked at by a pakistani man in the train car ahead of me. of course i promptly averted my gaze to the ground and prayed he would not also be disembarking at concourse b...or with my luck, be seated in 9a to phillie next to me.

this train-by-winking made me think to the debates and ms. you betcha, huntin' from helicoptors, Palin...which of course has led me to ponder...WHEN IN THE HELL DID IT BECOME A SOCIALLY ACCEPTED FORM OF FACIAL EXCHANGE TO WINK?? any thoughts?

blah.

2008-09-30T12:41:00.000-07:00

At 1 pm on Saturday, I will officially get my life back.
My soul has been on loan to the LSAT devil for the past month and a half, and I am determined to kick him in the ass.
Right now, my top options for law schools are CU-Boulder and Northeastern (but I will be applying to about 10 schools total). The really awesome thing about Northeastern is that their academic year is split up into 3-month quarters. Your first year is spent in the classroom, but for the final two years, you alternate between doing a paid co-op for 3 months (anywhere in the WORLD) and being in the classroom for 3 months. So when you graduate, you have a total of 12 months practical experience. Because I get to do 4 of these co-ops ANYwhere I want (any state, any country), I can still come to Colorado!!!
Stay tuned.

little red feet

2008-09-26T12:46:00.000-07:00

so it was Darwin who created the theory of natural selection...

"Natural selection acts to preserve and accumulate minor advantageous genetic mutations. Suppose a member of a species developed a functional advantage (it grew wings and learned to fly). Its offspring would inherit that advantage and pass it on to their offspring. The inferior (disadvantaged) members of the same species would gradually die out, leaving only the superior (advantaged) members of the species. Natural selection is the preservation of a functional advantage that enables a species to compete better in the wild. "

this all makes good sense. understandable and easy to follow...So if this is the case, why do pigeons have red feet. at what point in the evolution of the species did having obnoxious glowing red feet become an advantage? were they perched on red wires a lot and thus blended in better to their urban surroundings, surviving hungry bum attacks better than the lesser red-footed friends?

Closing Thoughts:
if you give a bum a happy meal he eats for a day. if you give a bum a slingshot and an urban hunting manual, he will feast for a lifetime...

im just not gonna go to work anymore.

2008-09-25T18:20:00.000-07:00

best decision of my life. have a good job, learn a lot, and then move on. never settle in one place for too long.

fall recklessly in love. make plans by the seat of your pants. pack up and move away. feels good to be alive.

i will be moving to buffalo on october 10th. two weeks from tomorrow. what i will do, not to sure. enjoy some time to figure out whats good in life. only thing thats certain is that i will be in good company. looking forward to some fun weekends, skiing, being happy, finding some sort of new job, and the list continues. cant wait for all of you to meet justin. cant remember the last time i was this happy.

i guess im having my quarter life crisis. way to much time lost to the deadly fairfield county. but i will miss all the seersucker and lily pulitzer so much! how will i get my fix of jobless women obsessed with their shallow children? i guess i will wait and see.

countdown begins. two weeks.

the Untouchaballs

2008-09-18T06:36:00.000-07:00

I am always looking for a way to procrastinate for 5 minutes during work hours, so fear not, I will post.

My newest mode of entertainment: Adult Kickball. (www.kickball.com)
So I joined a kickball team. Don't be mistaken; this is a very serious business. It's a nationwide league, and every kickball division is linked up to a local bar. So we play a full game of ball, drink a mysterious liquid out of a Gatorade cooler (don't be mistaken, it is not the same Gatorade we had as kids...slightly higher alcohol content in this one) then head to our assigned bar along with all the other teams in our division. My team- the Untouchaballs- is ridiculous, and yes, we wear knee socks, sweatbands, and official shirts. It's pretty hardcore. It reminds me of the days of Team M'Lady...minus the tie-dye.
Oh yeah, and Mike Cuozzo (who I accidentally made out with last year) and Mike Rakiec- both HTown class of '02- are both in my league. Lovely.

all hands in

2008-09-16T13:50:00.000-07:00

alright mladies. we need to make a plan. this blog is an awesome idea. lets see if we can make it work. maybe we each try and post once a week. maybe we have a certain day that is our day to post. what would dale earnheart sr (god rest his racing soul) have to say about our lack of motivation. pedal to the floor ladies. i know theres a corner up ahead, but full speed, reckless and sexy/dangerous. let not this blog web-rot. i mean it this time. im gonna write more often.

banana derby

2008-09-16T13:38:00.000-07:00

a summer adventure that i have neglected to post...
i went to the erie county fair this past july and had the pleasure of witnessing the esteemed banana derby. goes a little something like this; two dogs. two monkeys. two tiny jockey suits. this all adds up to create one very happy mlady.

Love. At first sight.

2008-08-12T08:45:00.000-07:00

Okay, I have a problem. I am addicted to male Olympian swimmers. Can you blame me? Seriously...I am even in love with Michael Phelps (who has a pretty "eh" face...). Last night, I was beyond exhausted, yet I forced myself to stay awake to watch the 200 fly at 11:30 pm. My personal favorite is Matt Grevers. Look him up. You won't regret it. In case anyone is bored at work today:
http://www.nbcolympics.com/swimming/photos/galleryid=156776.html

Am I the only one with this swimmer addiction? They even beat out CREW guys!

Chirp...Chirp..

2008-07-23T14:37:00.000-07:00

woooosshhhhhhhh.........

2008-07-23T14:26:00.001-07:00

why doesn't that van have any windows?

2008-07-08T14:20:00.000-07:00

so in a nutshell... life is crazy. life is awesome. life can suck. life goes on. we survive. i've been blessed with a new beginning. been so tied up with this insanity that i lost my blog-spiration. well i'm gonna try and get it back.

you may have been having crazy thoughts. maybe a man in a Mark III van with tinted windows offered me a candy bar I couldn't resist.... "sure ill get in your van for a green and blacks espresso dark"... but then again who wouldn't? le petit hook, i know you are in agreement.

did you miss me? obviously. yes.

gardening like a day laborer. making things grow is my new speciality. finding new friends also becoming quite helpful. keeping the old ones is most important.

i need to set a day a week and make a posting.

i promise more to come in the days ahead.

Fetus Sandwich

2008-06-23T06:08:00.000-07:00

This morning, Tom tells me about a dream he had last night:

"So, I dreamt that we were making these egg sandwiches for breakfast; you know, like breakfast sandwiches. I cooked up the egg and put it on the Engish muffin or whatever, and I started eating mine. But then I looked over, and when you went to take a bite of yours, it had a chicken embryo in the egg....like.... a chicken FETUS! It was not a good dream."

religious zealots and other natural disasters

2008-06-09T21:15:00.000-07:00

this past weekend, on the glorious stretch of boulder that is pearl street, a friend of mine and i were innocently taking her 8 month old niece on a lovely stroll. we walked leisurely, taking in the sites and sounds of boulder, breathing in the fresh mountain air and generally just enjoying in saturday afternoon merriment. as we proceeded, i opted to go into a local bike shop to outfit myself in some proper cycling gear (posts on this to follow) while she remained outside on a bench in order to feed the now hungry and slightly grumpy baby. little did i know what traumatic event was about to befall her. after about 20 minutes, i emerged from the store, new pedals and clip-in shoes in hand, looked up at my friend and saw a strange look on her face. in usual form, i assumed i had food stuck in my teeth or something on my face, however as i walked towards her she stated "you will not believe what just happened here". apparently, while i was perusing a fine selection of shimano shoes, she was approached by, what at first glance, appeared to be a normal, albeit slightly scruffy male. as he stopped in front of her and the precious wee babe that is her niece he accosted her stating "YOU'RE GOING TO HELL". naturally, my friend was caught off guard by this comment, and looked away trying to avoid him, however he followed by saying once more "you are going to hell for having a child out of wedlock, you know that RIGHT?" once again, my friend was befuddled by situation, responding by telling the man to go away and that this was actually her niece and he was being quite a rude hobo.

the world is filled with crazy religious folk: mormons, pat robertson, southern baptists, jesus freaks, earlocked orthodox jews and of course, those who believe god sent a giant killer fetus in the form of hurricane katrina to send a message to the u.s. about our tolerance of abortion. have any of you ever had a run in with any of the above?

smiling happy people

2008-06-06T14:04:00.000-07:00

so having a job as a graphic designer with many customers who are in serious business services, i tend to spend a lot of time researching images of offices, business meetings, lunch meetings, water cooler chit chat and general workplace schennaganins. every time i search through these ridiculous images, i wonder...who are these people? is it possible that there are people whose only job is to be a business person model for getty? or are they strippers and ice cream truck operators who are strapped for cash? or do they spend their days playing halo and dungeons and dragons when they are not in business casual wear for getty?

i bet being at a photo shoot for that must be hillarious... i would go a little something like this,

"hey laugh at his joke while you type on your laptop"

"now move the move the mouse while Jenn looks over your shoulder"

"everyone look busy while the black guy in front smiles at the camera(filter the image so only the black guy is in focus)

"black guy, shake the white woman's hand"

"someone sit on the edge of the table with a cup of coffee, laughing"

"pretend you love cubicles"

"peek up over the top of your cubicle to talk to the asian man next to you"

"high-five"

"now be serious, point to a large pie chart"

"point to the laptop screen and have everyone gather around a large conference table"

"sit outdoors with your laptop and look out towards the horizon"

gay-tastic vacation

2008-06-05T11:53:00.001-07:00

This weekend, I am very proud to say that I am becoming a real New Englander and finally making my first venture to Cape Cod- Ptown nonetheless! AND the Shums have proudly informed me that I will be staying in the same hotel that they always used to stay in! Flamboyant fun, here I come! I am hoping that this will out-do the Gay Pride parade that we stumbled upon a few years back in Manhattan. One can only hope...
I will come back with many stories and hopefully some souveniers as well! (anal beads or titty tassles perhaps?)

please take a number

2008-06-05T10:55:00.000-07:00

so who decided that the place where you get your blood drawn should handle their business the same way that stop and shop's deli department does? first of all, i get there before the place even opens and there's a line 12 people deep. you'd think they were waiting to get first picks for dave matthews tickets.

while waiting in line i had to, of course, be in front of a mentally challenged man smelled so offensive that i wanted to spray him down with lysol. half way through the wait to get in, his father tells hims... "maybe we should change up that shirt today" (it was a hand colored special olympics shirt none-the-less). the man ahead of me was wearing a hootie and the blowfish concert tee shirt and that i found almost funnier than the hand colored special olympic tee.

needless to say, we all sit around at 7am with our numbers in hand waiting to be called back. "number 11" is called, thats me i win and i sarcastically run in waving my number in the air, which i have decorated with flower drawings while i waited a half hour.

behind door number 2.... the nurse from hell. now i don't mean to brag, but living with two chemists, i have been complimented on my great veins and in the past the nurses have quickly obtained their sample with no problems whatsoever. well not this woman, she could not have skewered a cantaloupe with a kabob rod!

she tries arm number 1... inserts the needle and proceeds to wriggle in around, talking to herself, "man that vein keeps on moving".... after a bit of agony, i suggest lets try the other arm, perhaps you might find something there instead. she pulls out the needle and does not apply pressure, just leaves it to turn her focus on arm number 2. arm two, she picks the smaller of two veins and yet again wriggles it around and mumbles to herself, this time she finally finds what she's looking for, so 6 tubes of blood later, and a near coronary from the pain of the stick, its over. she fails to bandage it properly and i go home looking like a heroin addict craving a fix. my dad near shits himself when he sees the damage this woman has inflicted on me and is in awe of the nurses massive failure.

so i sit here at work, my arm is throbbing like no other with a giant bruised lump and i really wish i had gotten a better number. maybe next time ill be lucky number 13, god knows what would happen then.

when life gives you lyme make venison

2008-06-04T13:31:00.000-07:00

so i have a real suspicion that i have lyme disease. leave it to connecticut to be the home of the most complicated and absurd of diseases. i don't even have a deer near my house for miles. none the less its filthy blood sucking friends make sure to take frequent visits to my neighborhood.

well... not to jump the gun, i'm not sure if i really have it yet, but i'm getting blood work tomorrow. i got ambitius and went onto webmd to search for the copay-less answers to my medical woes

the main symptoms go as follows.

1. the feeling of having advanced arthritis in all my joints for two days straight, which then went away completely there after.
2. my eyes hurt...not when i look forward but in every other direction, i stared straight ahead for three days, then it went away completely.
3. large lymph nodes in the back of my head by my hairline, didn't even know they were there, but when they get big you tend to find them. i thought they were just big zits, but when i realized they were in the same place on both sides of my head, that made me take a second look.
4. the constant desire to eat grass and make friends with bunnies and skunks
5. a non-stop craving for salt and tequila

in a nutshell, the internet has explained to me that most people will never figure out they have lime disease because its a whole crap load of stupid symptoms...... but i'm agile and stealthy and have gotten to the bottom of this situation. as i sit here cold and hot with most likely a fever, i hope to god that i don't have this damn connecticut plague.

i need to move away to an island....

please do not urinate in reservoirs

2008-06-03T19:50:00.000-07:00

I apologize in advance for this R rated post.

PG part:

As a born and bred cross country runner who has become accustomed to the scenic trails of Brooksvale and the New Hampshire woods, discovering even remotely scenic routes in the wonderfully cement covered city of Boston has been no easy task. My favorite go-to spot is a beautiful reservoir just a quick 'yog' from my apartment, and I frequent this route quite often.

R part:

This afternoon, as I set out for my usual run, I ran into (no pun intended) a very NON-scenic sight. Something that I would clearly never see at Brooksvale, or in NH, or anywhere else halfway normal. Let me preface this by saying that there is a homeless-like man who I see on the reservoir trail often... he is unmistakeable because he has a GIANT potbelly (see image above), is quite hairy, has a long curly white ponytail, and wears nothing but the teeny-tiniest tan colored running shorts that are hiked up to wedgie proportions. These shorts cause me to think that he is naked everytime I see him, but I always breathe a heavy sigh of relief as I run by and realize that there ARE shorts there (despite the fact that they are so short they barely count as clothing). Well today, he was not wearing the shorts. He was standing totally naked- penis facing me- at the edge of the reservoir, water up to his ankles. Let me tell you, if you were ever curious as to what a disgusting, fat, pot bellied, old man looks like naked... it will give you nightmares for weeks. Apparently, he thought it was okay to urinate in the reservoir. So when I ran past (along with a few other horrified people), he was just finishing up. Thanks to the dirty fat hippie man, there is now piss in Boston's water, and I had to see the most disgusting sight ever.

Question of the night: what is one to do when they see something like that? Is there a 'naked hippie man peeing in reservoir' hotline? 911? 1-800-SUICIDE?

the regulars

2008-06-03T11:02:00.000-07:00

I think for some point in eveyone's life they should commute at least an hour too and from their place of work. without my morning commute i would miss out on endless hours of quality people watching.

when you've been commuting for a year as i have, you begin to notice a certain "regular" crowd. and while your waiting for your train/bus/goat/golfcart/lark scooter to arrive.... you will find your own personal set of regulars that you start to have an attachment to.

lets start from the top.....

person i watch #1
pillow cruncher
this man is about 6'8" and build like a wooly iltalian/spanish gorillla. he is notorious for always shoving all kinds of people aside to forage for a seat, almost always sitting in the middle seat of a three seat bench sticking up like a dandelion in the grass. now lets get to his name..... we will start from the end and work our way to the front.... cruncher... this man has a certain penchant for baked lays potato chips and brings them with him every single day, no exceptions. he waits until he is seated, always between two tired overworked financial analysts and he breaks out his snack. he does not eat them like a normal person though, he stacks three chips on top of one another and then forces the stack into his mouth unbroken, upon the crunch down, he creates a high-def, surround sound crunching that can be heard three cars back. and once he has completed his louder than once knew chips could be snack, he proceeds to take his afternoon nap........in comes the pillow part.... he dons an inflatable, bolo tie-on contour neck pillow.... there is nothing better than a giant man wearing a neck pillow.... and for that i love him.

person #2
hoochie
.... do i need to say much more? the name is self explanitory. this woman is the metro north morning commuter slut, a spanish woman who travels from man to man sharing her woes and her low cut selena-esk tops. we chose the name hoochie because she truly is the essence of that term, shes not a whore or a slut, she's just a hoochie mamma (in the sixth grade sense of the word)

person #3
jew-fro
this man is a little squirrely guy with a large white man jew-fro. he wears a backpack up around his neck and ear plugs. he has no mercy when it comes to getting a seat. he is like a quarterback zipping through the defensive line with no regard to the people he shoves out of bounds, which in the past have actually included the elderly and pregnant.

i wonder what people think of me.
more to follow...

In Memory

2008-06-03T07:53:00.000-07:00

This is in memory of the small bit of flesh that KShum lost while scaling a telephone pole and retrieving this wondrous work of art that now lies deep within the dusty depths of my closet in good old HTown. As Mikey's older brother, Orrin is often referred to as the 'real Bolton,' and yet... neither him nor Michael ARE real Boltons! I am a real Bolton!

Spread the word so that I stop getting mistaken for a relative of these no-talent ass-clowns.

streisand attacks! and other stories from a chicago garage

2008-06-02T20:21:00.000-07:00

arriving in chicago today i parked my uber delicious rental vehicle in the garage across from the affinia hotel . now usually i use some sort of memory game, mnemonic device, or simple lead/ink and paper to document the whereabouts of my parking spot...in a pinch i have even been known to store this info as a contact in my phone--i'm that neurotic/ocd. anywho, while riffling through my overloaded, travel crap laden bags, groping for a writing implement while getting on the elevator, low and behold an absolutely genius, integrated, free and public memory trigger for the garage: each floor is named for a classic singer/musical artist. as i observed the floors i noted some of music's greatest. frank sinatra, etta james, miles davis...i myself had the pleasure to park on "tony bennent" and whilst i waited for the elevator, i swooned to his greatest hits played via speaker. still waiting for the elevator (normally my vote is for stairs, but remember, i am luggage toting) i continue to amuse myself while perusing the other "floor artists" when i get up to the 7th floor, hark! is that....barbara freakin' streisand among music's elite denizens of cool? at first i wonder if this is a joke, perhaps a renegade "babs" fan stuck on a sticker or something? but no, using my finger in attempt to scratch her off floor 7, I come to the stark conclusion that someone out there proactively chose streisand to be the valiant keeper of floor 7 and for you, parking structure music curator, my head hangs in embarrassment...

m'lady manifesto

2008-06-01T19:23:00.000-07:00

what it means to be a m'lady blogging
1. all posts must have images*, all images must be ridiculous to the point of making you pee your pants a little, just a little squirt will suffice but images that create a need for a change of clothing are ideal.
*graphs and charts for all content largely appreciated
2. each mentioning of a particular m'lady must always use a new name, nick name, sudo-name, wrestling alter-ego, stripper name, etcetera.
3. always use lower case arial, size-normal, those who do not follow these mandated standards will be pants-ed in public or severely goosed to the point of a hematoma.
4. content of all blog postings must contain a ratio of
97% sarcasm
23% mlady shenanigans
10.73% bathroom humor
1% chuck norris
1.5% stephen hawking
15% black dollar store figurines
3% kamakazie squirrels
and the remaining filler may contain one or more of the following:
queefs, tom green, feti, hot dogs, sun chips, cat fetishes, wonky thumbs, lip sluts, g-string m.r.s, scharks (in the gary sense), home & gardening tips, do-it-yourself pointers, craft projects, recipes, get-slim-quick tips, trivia questions, when a man loves a woman, corduroy harrys, kitty grooming tips, baked beans, meatloaf, molly mcbutter uses, spooning, nervous laughter, embarrassing prom dates, margaritas/jimmy buffet, man panties, roadkill, balls on balls, ford escorts, naughty encounters on washing machines, the pike, heart shaped jacuzzis, long walks on the beach, candle lit steve erwin vigils, llamas, bison, other exotic game, mull, callowness, farts, red neck neighbors, banana rotted antennas, jeff gordon appreciation, nascar in general...et.al

5. above all else, blogging participation is mandatory and comes before all other duties, responsibilities, relationships, bodily functions, legalities, regulations, u.s. customs, and trade agreements.

signed most severely,
the standards consistency rights order of technicalities and underwater management
aka s.c.r.o.t.u.m.

the prologue: deep thoughts by 2 m'ladies, a bag of booty and some helium

2008-06-01T18:36:00.000-07:00

there comes a rare time when two special mladies can unite under the joys of a bag of trader joe's ghetto booty, 6 week old helium filled mylar balloon, some lactaid and a gallon of ice cream. with those ingredients the possibilities are endless. our lives can take us all over the country but deep down our main ingredient is 100% farm fresh ct m'lady, a rare breed that has only four members. one part wonky thumb bolton (no relation to michael), one part crazy better cheddar-eatin' cat lady, (aka long john feline), one part rocky mountain half jew (aka le petit hook) and one part shuttlin' bootylicious designer (aka lj celery general). when these forces align there is a super nova of delicious spooning. some day we will tour the country in a mark II abductor van called mlady listening to van halen (sammy hagar years) with a fetus hanging in our rear view mirror.

we here by declare this blog the m'lady mothership. starting an era of blogg-ed connection. we shall share our separate lives through this blog to catalog where we go and where we have been, all with an undertone of delightful sarcasm and hard hittin' sick/usually offensive humor.

manifesto to follow...
- k-shum & c-ho