Mistress Mandi

My mother sees me as a Dom. She called me this weekend to tell me as much.

I had ventured outside to cut some wisteria for my room, using it as an excuse to be outside for a moment before starting work. When I returned to my room I found I had missed her call. I circled back to the patio to enjoy the morning sun while I talked to her and soon learned the reason for her call. She had seen a commercial on tv, one of those Direct TV commercials reminding parents that not all TV is appropriate for children. This particular iteration had a character named Mandi, Mistress Mandi to be precise. Dressed in leather "from head to toe", tall and blonde, she apparently looked nothing like me. Nonetheless she had my name.

My mother saw this commercial and thought I would enjoy hearing about it. And so I did. =) After laughing about it with me for a time she simply came out and said something along the lines of "I can see you having a little of that in you". =o Where she got this idea is beyond me. My mother surprises me sometimes. I love her for it. She said this with a complete lack of judgment and I think she even liked the idea. *grins* I of course returned the gesture by suggesting that she was projecting. ;-)

I know you won't read this, but I love you Mom.


P.S.
If you knew me before I cut my hair you understand why this is so amazing.


Tags: mom, mistress, mandi, commercial, dominatrix, dom

Deflowered - Rocky Horror Style

Last night, another game night. This game night did not end as most do however. This game night ended in Horror and sexually explicit gyrations. Yes, this game night ended with The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Many of us were Virgins, and though I missed having certain words drawn on my face (whew), I did stand among the other Virgins in front of the screen and take the Rocky Horror pledge.

At first we were all just going to watch, but as hard as I tried (I didn't try that hard) I couldn't sit still knowing we could be throwing toilet paper and toast! Yes, I actually tugged at Bob's shirt until he agreed to make a run to the store. Little fishies and all, I think we all had a good time. I had a blast. It sets right so many things that are wrong with our culture, if only for a few hours. Definitely one of my favorite movies.

Tags: virgin, rocky horror picture show, fish, st patty's day,
game night

Pictures

Just put a couple pictures up under the game night post.

A Personal Revelation

I was talking with Jorge and I think I realized why I'm so mad at Stanford. I made it through. As hard as it was I made it through. And the problem is that I feel like I could have done more than just make it through; if only I hadn't been so focused on the bad taste in my mouth, the not so perfect fit. I feel like I need to prove this to myself. And instead of doing it, I just hide behind my bitterness and direct it toward Stanford....

So now, having come to this realization, I have two choices: Step up, prove what I need to prove, and let it go, or Do nothing and carry it with me. This all sounded much more interesting last night at 4:15, but I think it is important for me, so I'm going to finish posting it.

Bread and Butter - Friday Cat Blogging

Ok, I started a post earlier tonight with the intention of doing Friday Cat Blogging right after, but then I got distracted. So technically, it's not Friday here anymore. It's Friday somewhere though. And technicalities don't mean anything outside of sports anyway.


Tags: Friday Cat Blogging, Cat, Technicality

Ok, Final Cut.

So I finally did it. And after having some friends cut most of it off at work the stylist couldn't really use the "But you'll cry" argument. For a week I had a funky short-in-back, long-purple-bangs-in-front look, went great with goggles. Which reminds me, I need to put pics up from the game night. I like the cut better now than I first did (gel/wax/fiber, whatever you want to call the goo, helps). I also like it better with my new glasses than I did with the old ones. And I'm looking forward to playing with it at different events and as it grows out.

I think I'll have to convince my sister that I can make it work, I'm not sure she liked what she saw after I got out of the stylists little black chair. It wasn't really styled then and my glasses weren't ready in time for the trip, so I'll have to get a pic to her somehow.

My brother hasn't seen it, I got it cut after brunch and he had to go to work. He took a couple seconds to recognize me and did a double take when he saw me with the purple bangs though. Guess I cheated a little by showing up 2k miles from where they expected me to be.

Tags: Haircut, Glasses

Friday Tiger Blogging

I've been saving this picture for a while. And by saving I mean waiting for the right moment. And by waiting I mean being lazy.

Last December while I was back visiting my family Mom took us all to have our pictures taken with tiger cubs. Kind of cheesy I know, but they were so cute. The little black leopard was the cutest, pouncing on the sleeping cub and growling at passersby. His growl sounded like the rolling thunder you hear as a storm front moves in. They wouldn't let me hold him though, too feisty apparently. Take my head right off (he was the smallest, but I wouldn't put it past him). His roar made me think of Simba in the Lion King. No, it didn't sound anything like Simba. Simba's growl really was whimpy apparently. This leopard had a full grown roar, it was just quieter. All of the body behind it though.

Oh I want a cat who can roar and growl like that!


P.S. I like wimpy spelled better that way ^


Tags: Tiger, Cat Blogging, Leopard, Growl, Roar