Men's Fashion Week Spring/Summer 2012
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Talk about howling at the moon......
This one is my favorite.
Photoshop your face into a photo that is
already photo-shopped.
** THESE PHOTOS ARE ACTUALLY TAGGED AND POSTED IN SEBASTIEN'S PHOTO GALLERY ON HIS FACEBOOK PAGE.**
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Musings
I was really depressed this evening and was due at a taco supper at church. I kept trying to talk myself out of it. But I just kept feeling like something was pulling at me, so I went.
I got my food and sat down at the far end of the table and one of my 4 year olds from Super Kidz church came down next to me and poked me. I looked at her and she smiled up at me with taco sauce all over her mouth and said....'Can I sit with you Miss Sandra? You smell like my Nana.' Then, she hugged and kissed me and smeared taco sauce all over my cheek.
Just think what I would have missed had I not gone. All is right with the world.
I got my food and sat down at the far end of the table and one of my 4 year olds from Super Kidz church came down next to me and poked me. I looked at her and she smiled up at me with taco sauce all over her mouth and said....'Can I sit with you Miss Sandra? You smell like my Nana.' Then, she hugged and kissed me and smeared taco sauce all over my cheek.
Just think what I would have missed had I not gone. All is right with the world.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
How Honored can a Fangirl Get?
This is dedicated to all the FanGirl Biddies on a certain forum. Thanks Rachel for your insight and truthfulness. You hit the nail on the head as usual. (wish I could take the credit for it) :P :P
A fan fic as suggested by Sandra. So this is all her fault. :P
Disclaimer: This is just for fun and NOT directed at anyone in particular. Just a lot of people… mostly all of you on the forum.
Martha logged onto her computer like it was any other day. She had just finished watching Live at the Greek for the eighth time that day and after drying all her tears with an entire box of tissues over her longing for an Il Divo concert she decided that she really needed something else to do to take her mind off things. After waiting over five minutes for her internet to launch she tried getting the Google homepage to open.
ww.goog
“Ah damn it.”
http://ww.goog
“Aww that’s right I forgot a ‘w’.”
http://www.google.com
“Finally.” Her arthritis made it difficult for her to type as well as she used to back in the 30’s and she just could not figure out these dagnabit computer things. Why did we need them? Certainly she loved looking at the forum when there was Il Divo news. When the guys were gone life was a desert and all she could do was save money for the next time they were around. After all, it got expensive to fly, stay in the same hotels they did on the off chance she might see them, go to at least thirty concerts a tour and pay for a Meet and Greet each time. What was the point of seeing a concert if she couldn’t meet them and lock eyes with her future boytoy Seb? He loved it and she knew it no matter what the restraining order said. Tricky that. She had to become a better planner so she could meet him and not get arrested. Perhaps it was only for a given time period and she was free to follow him around as closely as she wanted now.
She opened her email and to her utter amazement there it was. Finally, an email stating the guys were back in action and doing concerts. Of course she had to go to all of them. Like there was any question. Tickets were going on sale in one day and she had to be the first one to purchase them. She immediately tried logging into the website.
“Ah damn it!”
“What is it,” asked her husband Edgar.
“For some reason I can’t log into the Il Divo website and they are doing concerts in a couple months and I have to get those tickets.”
“Why?”
“WHY?! Edgar how dare you! If I didn’t need your retirement money to buy these tickets I would divorce you right now!”
“Sorry,” he said rolling his eyes. Ever since that group had come into existence it was like he was only there to provide her money and any kind of transportation he could.
In no time flat Martha had logged onto the forum, found the thread pertaining to the concerts and written a post directly at the mods. She knew it was their fault the main website wasn’t working for her. They claimed they had no control over it but she knew they were lying. Those ladies probably got special backstage passes to every concert, free airfare, free hotel and had the guys’ personal cell phone numbers. She just knew it. They claimed they had no special treatment but she knew it was bogus and that if she was ever declared competent enough to be a mod she would bask in those wondrous pleasures she so rightly deserved.
It wasn’t long before she saw an answer to her message. They were working on the website and she might have to create a new account if it didn’t work in the next day or two. New account?! Damn the internet. So necessary yet so frustrating. Why should she spend the time actually reading the thread and waiting a day or so to see if her account would work again? Didn’t these people know who she was? She spent so much money on the guys she was practically funding their lives and yet she might have to actually wait for something. She just sat there disgusted between PM’s to her other online friends who were having the same issues.
_____________________________
Zoe sat at her computer bored again. She bounced from thread to thread on the Il Divo forum writing things of the utmost importance. Everyone needed to know how her exams went because, clearly, they all cared. She was a prominent member of the forum. She was well-known and always there. Always. She continued eating the candy she won during a game in her college class. With each bite she felt so proud of herself for getting her bachelor’s degree at the young age of 33 and for beating out everyone in class to win the candy she so rightly deserved. She got a B in the class but that paled in comparison to winning the candy.
As she refreshed the page and scrolled through the Cuties’ thread for the forty-first time that hour she noticed she got a message. It was from her friend Martha. She read through it and noticed Martha’s worrying over not being able to get tickets the next day. Zoe was all over that. She had made sure she could log into the main website and purchase tickets as soon as they went on sale. She swiped her mother’s credit card and was willing to be up all night to be ready to go through the online checkout.
She responded:
“Martha, I got this. You can just pay me back since we’re obviously going together. We just need to decide when to book our international flights, where to meet up, when to meet up, which hotel room to share, try to figure out which hotel the guys will be staying in and how to split the check. We’re diva sisters. I’d never let you down.”
Zoe heard her door open. Ugh what did her mom want now?
“What is it Mom?!”
“Honey, do you have a minute to talk?”
“Not really. There’s a diva emergency.”
“Well I just need you to know I’m proud that you graduated but I was thinking maybe you could get a job or something so you could eventually get a place of your own. You know, to try to take the next step in life.”
“MOM! We talked about this! I went to college to get a degree so I could get a job so I could save money to see Il Divo! That’s what matters! You’re here to pay the bills and give me a place to live so I can spend my money on what matters. You’re so selfish sometimes.”
“We all have responsibilities Zoe!”
“And right now it’s my responsibility to be a good friend to Martha and talk to her about her problems. We are part of a sisterhood! A diva sisterhood! We help each other with our problems.”
“You don’t have any problems!”
“You’re so unfair,” Zoe cried as a tear came to her eye. Her mom just did not understand the pressure she was under. Not only did she have to buy tickets and make plans for herself but now she had to help Martha out. Zoe’s mom just rolled her eyes and walked away. It wasn’t the time to argue with her. She would kick her out but she liked the company.
Zoe got back to writing a response to Martha’s next message. They were already planning flights and discussing their hotel stay. Martha was still peeved that her login wasn’t working. It was breaking her heart. She couldn’t wait for these problems to be fixed. These ladies needed their tickets NOW! Martha couldn’t even wait for the forum to send her message and picked up the phone.
“Zoe, it’s me.”
“Hey how are you holding up?”
“It’s so hard,” Martha cried, “and I swear if those mods don’t get their act together this entire diva community will come to naught. I know they are just sitting there doing nothing when they could fix it.”
“We just have to do what we can to get those tickets. Just see if your login works tomorrow about an hour before the sale starts. If it doesn’t I can purchase the tickets in when they are for sale. I will get them for sure!”
“I feel so much better,” Martha replied.
“We’re in this together,” Zoe said. “Plus, I want to get better seats than the rest of those bitches on the forum. We are the best fans and we deserve the best and the guys know it! They love us!”
“I know Carlos loves you for sure,” Martha said. “You always update him when your phone number changes and he gets all your tweets full of love.”
“He never calls though,” Zoe said while feeling a little frustrated by it.
“It’s just because he’s trying to be professional. This is why we need to get the best hotel and be on the lookout for them. You remember when I accidentally bumped into Seb five times in as many hours the last tour? You just have to know where they’re waiting for you.”
“You’re right,” Zoe replied. “We will be there together. God, I can’t imagine doing this alone.”
“That’s what the sisterhood is for!”
They ended the conversation with feel-goody banter about how they loved the guys and how they knew the guys loved them.
____________________________________
The next day was the day. Zoe was ready and waiting at her computer. She was so stressed since the news of the concerts that she hadn’t slept. The time had come and she logged in as soon as she could. She had Martha on the phone as she clicked through the page to get the best tickets. Martha was in tears because her password wasn’t accepted again but Zoe tried to keep her calm while going through the purchasing process.
“You will not believe this,” Zoe shouted irrately.
“What’s wrong?!”
“The best seats they have are in the third row in the front section.”
“The third row?! What are we supposed to do? Have people sit in front of us?!”
“I don’t know,” Zoe replied. “I guess someone got here seconds sooner. We can still get an M&G.”
“I suppose we just buy these and see if anyone wants to trade. That’s so dissapointing. You can get tickets for all the shows right?”
“Working on it. Looks like we’re third or fourth row for each concert but with M&G’s.”
Martha was so depressed. “I can’t believe this is happening to us. It’s so unfair.” She just couldn’t believe she was going to be that far back and so away from her future boytoy. The thought nearly brought her to tears for the sixth time that hour.
“All hope is not lost,” replied Zoe. As soon as she made it through checkout she knew what to do. “I gotta go. Will get back to you,” she said as she hung up with Martha. Immediately she dialed Janine’s number.
“Hello Zoe,” Janine said calmly over the phone. “I know why you called.”
“Oh yeah,” Zoe replied.
“Yes. Linda and I got front row seats to each of the new concerts, you didn’t and you want to trade.”
“Yes,” Zoe sighed. She knew Janine would not do an easy trade. She never made these things easier but it was her only hope. Janine and Linda didn’t mind sitting a few rows back as long as they were in the first section. Apparently they had low standards.
“You know how this works,” Janine said while smiling to herself.
“What do you want?”
“Your tickets plus what I paid for mine.”
“That’s double the price! Double!” Zoe was furious. Janine had her and she knew it. It didn’t matter what the cost, she and Martha had to have those tickets.
Janine just laughed. “Bitch please. Don’t hate the playa. Hate the game.”
“Fine. Meet me at the usual spot before the first concert and we’ll swap. I’ll have a check.”
“Nice doing business with you. It’s what being in the sisterhood is all about.”
“Yes. No matter what we’re all diva sisters and we help each other get as much of the guys we need,” Zoe said. She had to admit that while she felt she was being scammed she knew it was ultimately forth it. She hung up and called Martha back and gave her the news. Immediately Martha started shouting through the phone.
“I don’t care what it costs! We’re going and we’re going to be front and center! The guys will be so happy to see us!”
“I’m sure they missed us,” Zoe said happily. She was sure Carlos would be especially happy to see her. It wasn’t fear in his eyes. It was firey passion.
“Once again we made it through ticket buying,” Martha proclaimed. “Now we just have to make it through planning the rest of it.”
“Once again all is right with the world,” Zoe replied.
The Frickin End
But not really because this bullshit never stops.
A fan fic as suggested by Sandra. So this is all her fault. :P
Disclaimer: This is just for fun and NOT directed at anyone in particular. Just a lot of people… mostly all of you on the forum.
Martha logged onto her computer like it was any other day. She had just finished watching Live at the Greek for the eighth time that day and after drying all her tears with an entire box of tissues over her longing for an Il Divo concert she decided that she really needed something else to do to take her mind off things. After waiting over five minutes for her internet to launch she tried getting the Google homepage to open.
ww.goog
“Ah damn it.”
http://ww.goog
“Aww that’s right I forgot a ‘w’.”
http://www.google.com
“Finally.” Her arthritis made it difficult for her to type as well as she used to back in the 30’s and she just could not figure out these dagnabit computer things. Why did we need them? Certainly she loved looking at the forum when there was Il Divo news. When the guys were gone life was a desert and all she could do was save money for the next time they were around. After all, it got expensive to fly, stay in the same hotels they did on the off chance she might see them, go to at least thirty concerts a tour and pay for a Meet and Greet each time. What was the point of seeing a concert if she couldn’t meet them and lock eyes with her future boytoy Seb? He loved it and she knew it no matter what the restraining order said. Tricky that. She had to become a better planner so she could meet him and not get arrested. Perhaps it was only for a given time period and she was free to follow him around as closely as she wanted now.
She opened her email and to her utter amazement there it was. Finally, an email stating the guys were back in action and doing concerts. Of course she had to go to all of them. Like there was any question. Tickets were going on sale in one day and she had to be the first one to purchase them. She immediately tried logging into the website.
“Ah damn it!”
“What is it,” asked her husband Edgar.
“For some reason I can’t log into the Il Divo website and they are doing concerts in a couple months and I have to get those tickets.”
“Why?”
“WHY?! Edgar how dare you! If I didn’t need your retirement money to buy these tickets I would divorce you right now!”
“Sorry,” he said rolling his eyes. Ever since that group had come into existence it was like he was only there to provide her money and any kind of transportation he could.
In no time flat Martha had logged onto the forum, found the thread pertaining to the concerts and written a post directly at the mods. She knew it was their fault the main website wasn’t working for her. They claimed they had no control over it but she knew they were lying. Those ladies probably got special backstage passes to every concert, free airfare, free hotel and had the guys’ personal cell phone numbers. She just knew it. They claimed they had no special treatment but she knew it was bogus and that if she was ever declared competent enough to be a mod she would bask in those wondrous pleasures she so rightly deserved.
It wasn’t long before she saw an answer to her message. They were working on the website and she might have to create a new account if it didn’t work in the next day or two. New account?! Damn the internet. So necessary yet so frustrating. Why should she spend the time actually reading the thread and waiting a day or so to see if her account would work again? Didn’t these people know who she was? She spent so much money on the guys she was practically funding their lives and yet she might have to actually wait for something. She just sat there disgusted between PM’s to her other online friends who were having the same issues.
_____________________________
Zoe sat at her computer bored again. She bounced from thread to thread on the Il Divo forum writing things of the utmost importance. Everyone needed to know how her exams went because, clearly, they all cared. She was a prominent member of the forum. She was well-known and always there. Always. She continued eating the candy she won during a game in her college class. With each bite she felt so proud of herself for getting her bachelor’s degree at the young age of 33 and for beating out everyone in class to win the candy she so rightly deserved. She got a B in the class but that paled in comparison to winning the candy.
As she refreshed the page and scrolled through the Cuties’ thread for the forty-first time that hour she noticed she got a message. It was from her friend Martha. She read through it and noticed Martha’s worrying over not being able to get tickets the next day. Zoe was all over that. She had made sure she could log into the main website and purchase tickets as soon as they went on sale. She swiped her mother’s credit card and was willing to be up all night to be ready to go through the online checkout.
She responded:
“Martha, I got this. You can just pay me back since we’re obviously going together. We just need to decide when to book our international flights, where to meet up, when to meet up, which hotel room to share, try to figure out which hotel the guys will be staying in and how to split the check. We’re diva sisters. I’d never let you down.”
Zoe heard her door open. Ugh what did her mom want now?
“What is it Mom?!”
“Honey, do you have a minute to talk?”
“Not really. There’s a diva emergency.”
“Well I just need you to know I’m proud that you graduated but I was thinking maybe you could get a job or something so you could eventually get a place of your own. You know, to try to take the next step in life.”
“MOM! We talked about this! I went to college to get a degree so I could get a job so I could save money to see Il Divo! That’s what matters! You’re here to pay the bills and give me a place to live so I can spend my money on what matters. You’re so selfish sometimes.”
“We all have responsibilities Zoe!”
“And right now it’s my responsibility to be a good friend to Martha and talk to her about her problems. We are part of a sisterhood! A diva sisterhood! We help each other with our problems.”
“You don’t have any problems!”
“You’re so unfair,” Zoe cried as a tear came to her eye. Her mom just did not understand the pressure she was under. Not only did she have to buy tickets and make plans for herself but now she had to help Martha out. Zoe’s mom just rolled her eyes and walked away. It wasn’t the time to argue with her. She would kick her out but she liked the company.
Zoe got back to writing a response to Martha’s next message. They were already planning flights and discussing their hotel stay. Martha was still peeved that her login wasn’t working. It was breaking her heart. She couldn’t wait for these problems to be fixed. These ladies needed their tickets NOW! Martha couldn’t even wait for the forum to send her message and picked up the phone.
“Zoe, it’s me.”
“Hey how are you holding up?”
“It’s so hard,” Martha cried, “and I swear if those mods don’t get their act together this entire diva community will come to naught. I know they are just sitting there doing nothing when they could fix it.”
“We just have to do what we can to get those tickets. Just see if your login works tomorrow about an hour before the sale starts. If it doesn’t I can purchase the tickets in when they are for sale. I will get them for sure!”
“I feel so much better,” Martha replied.
“We’re in this together,” Zoe said. “Plus, I want to get better seats than the rest of those bitches on the forum. We are the best fans and we deserve the best and the guys know it! They love us!”
“I know Carlos loves you for sure,” Martha said. “You always update him when your phone number changes and he gets all your tweets full of love.”
“He never calls though,” Zoe said while feeling a little frustrated by it.
“It’s just because he’s trying to be professional. This is why we need to get the best hotel and be on the lookout for them. You remember when I accidentally bumped into Seb five times in as many hours the last tour? You just have to know where they’re waiting for you.”
“You’re right,” Zoe replied. “We will be there together. God, I can’t imagine doing this alone.”
“That’s what the sisterhood is for!”
They ended the conversation with feel-goody banter about how they loved the guys and how they knew the guys loved them.
____________________________________
The next day was the day. Zoe was ready and waiting at her computer. She was so stressed since the news of the concerts that she hadn’t slept. The time had come and she logged in as soon as she could. She had Martha on the phone as she clicked through the page to get the best tickets. Martha was in tears because her password wasn’t accepted again but Zoe tried to keep her calm while going through the purchasing process.
“You will not believe this,” Zoe shouted irrately.
“What’s wrong?!”
“The best seats they have are in the third row in the front section.”
“The third row?! What are we supposed to do? Have people sit in front of us?!”
“I don’t know,” Zoe replied. “I guess someone got here seconds sooner. We can still get an M&G.”
“I suppose we just buy these and see if anyone wants to trade. That’s so dissapointing. You can get tickets for all the shows right?”
“Working on it. Looks like we’re third or fourth row for each concert but with M&G’s.”
Martha was so depressed. “I can’t believe this is happening to us. It’s so unfair.” She just couldn’t believe she was going to be that far back and so away from her future boytoy. The thought nearly brought her to tears for the sixth time that hour.
“All hope is not lost,” replied Zoe. As soon as she made it through checkout she knew what to do. “I gotta go. Will get back to you,” she said as she hung up with Martha. Immediately she dialed Janine’s number.
“Hello Zoe,” Janine said calmly over the phone. “I know why you called.”
“Oh yeah,” Zoe replied.
“Yes. Linda and I got front row seats to each of the new concerts, you didn’t and you want to trade.”
“Yes,” Zoe sighed. She knew Janine would not do an easy trade. She never made these things easier but it was her only hope. Janine and Linda didn’t mind sitting a few rows back as long as they were in the first section. Apparently they had low standards.
“You know how this works,” Janine said while smiling to herself.
“What do you want?”
“Your tickets plus what I paid for mine.”
“That’s double the price! Double!” Zoe was furious. Janine had her and she knew it. It didn’t matter what the cost, she and Martha had to have those tickets.
Janine just laughed. “Bitch please. Don’t hate the playa. Hate the game.”
“Fine. Meet me at the usual spot before the first concert and we’ll swap. I’ll have a check.”
“Nice doing business with you. It’s what being in the sisterhood is all about.”
“Yes. No matter what we’re all diva sisters and we help each other get as much of the guys we need,” Zoe said. She had to admit that while she felt she was being scammed she knew it was ultimately forth it. She hung up and called Martha back and gave her the news. Immediately Martha started shouting through the phone.
“I don’t care what it costs! We’re going and we’re going to be front and center! The guys will be so happy to see us!”
“I’m sure they missed us,” Zoe said happily. She was sure Carlos would be especially happy to see her. It wasn’t fear in his eyes. It was firey passion.
“Once again we made it through ticket buying,” Martha proclaimed. “Now we just have to make it through planning the rest of it.”
“Once again all is right with the world,” Zoe replied.
The Frickin End
But not really because this bullshit never stops.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)