Monday, December 22, 2008

Happy Birthday To You

It couldn't have happened to a nicer person.
Some of us have already been there, done that.
That doesn't mean it's any less scary when you are going up that big hill and looking at an enormous drop.

Happy 40th Birthday Michelle.
May the next year be full of dancing hamsters.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Cyber Stalking Made Easy

Face Book.
Two little words with such great power.
I know you've been avoiding it.
That stuff is just for punk kids who are addicted to the internet.
I've got better things to do with my time.

You know you want to.
Everybody's doing it.
What, are you chicken?

Sign on and see who's posting pictures of your mullet.  Remember that bra you wore to a Celebrity party?  Show your co-workers how creative your style was in 1987.

All it takes is a minute to get an account.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

When the Weather Outside is Frightful

There's nothing like a heap of Masquers piled on your bed to keep your toes toasty when the temperature drops.  In the mid 1990's, I waited for it to get nice and cold to head to Binghamton, NY were Bob, and John & Lara were in grad school.  

I'm not sure when the tradition began, or who began it. I would guess Scott, but it could have been Ross.  Then again, it also smacks of Constance.  A weekend morning at a Masquer house, empty bottles of grain alcohol and cheap beer line the stairs.  The remains of the previous nights party guests also strewn around the house, in various stages of dress and consciousness.  Suddenly, someone or more than one has taken whatever blanket you managed to end up with.  There are yells of 'Shree', poking, tickling.

And this tradition didn't end with college.  I think it got more intense with the addition of pets and children.  Whenever I'd visit Masquers, I made sure whatever I was sleeping in had a 'G' rating, never sure if there would be a toddler hurled onto me before I even had my contact lenses in.  

Which is not to say, that I was only ever a victim of this phenomena. I took a certain glee from doing unto others, and it was always the more the merrier.  Chris & I visiting Scott in Pittsburgh giggling as we climbed onto his bed.  I think it had to be done in groups.  Otherwise, this would be a completely different post.

These pictures are from two trips in the early to mid 90s.  Some of the pics are labeled with 1994, but the hair in some looks much earlier than that.  

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Shippensburg on NPR

Follow this link now! Or sometime soon, anyway. I don't know how long it will be there.

I was driving home last night innocently cursing traffic and listening to NPR, when what do you know, our dear old haunt (that would be Shippensburg) had a feature role in this story of two college students from Harrisburg.

Monday, November 17, 2008

I have nothing to add, but here is my post.
I'm not used to being chastised for not writing enough. If I'm remembering correctly, it hasn't happened since Dr. Costanzo's freshman English class. Or maybe it was that graduate Reading class when the prof told me I write like a scientist. I took it as a compliment.

There you go, Lisa.
ps. Oh, and I raked more leaves than you did. ;-)

Sunday, November 16, 2008


I'm late in posting these, esp since Miss Lisa got us started in on thanksgiving.  I'll squeeze them in quick.  This year's theme 
was Tabloids and apparently I'm not satisfied with my own condemnation to Hell, I've decided to drag Stuart along with me!
That's me as a statue of the Virgin Mary crying tears of blood and Stuart as Jesus on a piece of Toast.  

Now when we asked Vera what she and her friend Shana wanted to be for Halloween, Vera said "dead Shana and dead Vera."  It was a very proud moment for me.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Waxing Nostalgic Before Thanksgiving

I am thankful that I no longer think this is an appropriate outfit to go partying in on a Friday night--or any other. I am also thankful for all of you that stumbled up or down the Goat Path with me, before there were steps.  (Yes, it is a nightgown--and 1985, so that makes it OK.)

I am thankful that I was doing lights on 'You Know I Can't Hear You When the Water is Running' and avoided the bad wigs that Denise & Chris were subjected to, and hope that Denise is thankful that she got to connect Eric's dots.

I am thankful that I got to learn Greek from some real fraternity boys.

I am thankful that we got to work with the professional dance troupe, Dance Teller for Amadeus.

I am thankful that Scott is part of my life.
I am thankful that on a warm summer day, I got to see the Monkees perform in New Jersey with a bunch of people who really appreciated the genius behind the music.

I am thankful that I do not remember throwing up in Scott's van Vera, on the way back from my first trip to the wall.
I am thankful that I got to spend so much time in this rundown, nearly rat infested office that I and the lot of you called home.  I am also thankful for Constance for sending the photo to me.
I am so thankful for the magical night Chris & I stole trays from the Kriner Diner to sled on.  I remember night and new snow.  Snowball fights with everyone and stumbling to Doug & Rabbits for hot cocoa.  

I am thankful that Chris gave me a stack of photos to post, so I can feel a part of those trips that I missed.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Winter, What Winter?

Today I raked 8,467,684 million (approximately) leaves, stepped in 8 piles of dog poop, changed 4 towels under a leaky valve behind the toilet, played Finding Nemo with Maizie & a pile of plastic fish, made soup for dinner and still had time for the internet.  Why all this bustle?  No sunny afternoon to swing in the swings or  paddle in the pool.

Let's not think of the dropping temperatures.
Here are a few pictures from the Old Songs Festival in June that we went to with Chris, Jeff, and my sister.  At least, I think there were adults there, most of my pictures are of the baby.  It took some searching to discover that she wasn't the only one there.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Happy Day

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Finds from the archives

A card I saved from the summer of '88 with a HAND WRITTEN note from John says:
I loved reading the card that you returned concerning theater at Shippensburg. I'm currently Historian for the Masquers/Music Theater organization and have been a member for 3 years. Your experience and attitude about theater seem to fit in with those of an educational theater atmosphere. You checked several areas of interest including onstage and backstage areas. Anyone truly involved with theater knows there is a lot of effort on and off stage. Since you also checked that you are definitely interested in our production of "Oliver," I look forward to seeing you soon at Memorial Auditorium or at the Activity Fair. We will have a booth set up for the fair, so please stop by and meet some of the people you will be working with.
John Scott
Hell, who wouldn't be impressed by that? There were tragic-comedy masks on the cover of the card in a pen and ink sketch by Douglas Robinson, printed up as cards in John's hometown of Waynesboro by J&M Printing.
Coming soon ... the programs from the two days of the Stage Directing class scenes final exams from December '88 (unless someone's a real party pooper and beats me to posting it first).

Monday, September 29, 2008



C'mon, what else do have to do?  Get that costume together and drive on out to Pittsburgh!  
All Masquer's are invited!!  
Plenty of room to stay!!!
Always a fun time!!!!
Hope to see you here!!!!!
(if you come, I'll promise to stop using exclamation points!)

Friday, September 12, 2008

Gull at the Doorstep

We had a visitor for about six hours drinking out of our squirrel waterbowl. Gull. Big Gull. Don't know why he chose our stoop.

Thursday, August 21, 2008


o.k. some people had glorious vacations in Italy and the beach. We went to Potato City and looked at the stars at an abandoned air-strip in a zero light pollution area of northwestern Pennsylvania. Did I mention that unbeknownst to us a bear lived in the hanger? The Allegheny Mountains however, are just glorious. It's been a long time I drove for hundreds of miles without seeing a Walmart or chain restaurant.

Luckily, we sought refuge at the Potato City Motor Lodge. We were literally the only guests -- surrounded by stuffed hunting trophies. All the other rooms were open with beds unmade. Kinda like the Shining. They gave us a key-- and we were lucky to get the jungle room.
We stopped at a look-out at a dam. The sky was strange during our trip. One side was sunny and the other rainy. We drove through rainbows.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

All You Have To Do Is Call.

Last Sunday I get a text message from Lara,"At cabin, tree in front yard exploded, OMG".  Of course I was freaked out-- Lara texting, and using OMG. Gave me the willies. Then I started to worry.  Was this a cry for help?  Were they in trouble?  First problem, where the heck is that cabin.  Somewhere in the middle of nowhere Maryland.  South of that Frank Lloyd Wright house. Lots of snakes.  Is that enough info for 911 to send help.  Leading to problem #2, what are the odds they even know what 911 is in Garret County?  I text back, asking if they are ok or if they needed anything.

To my horror it was an emergency.
Reply message--'Just Beer'.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Scott, As Requested

Sorry it's taken me a while to get this posted -- and you have to admit, it's not nearly as interesting as the pics Galen has shared -- but here are Scott, Stuart, and Vera with our crew, when they drifted through Maryland in July. Can you believe we actually didn't take the camera out until just before they left? We were too busy catching up on some really interesting episodes in Scott and Stuart's lives, walking the beach, and watching Vera roll her eyes at Scott every few minutes.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Hair's another one

I couldn't resist adding this one, though I checked in with the other party first just to be safe. Was there ever any hair as good as 80s hair? I think I'll be posting the rest of the pictures on my Facebook page. Come join me there.

Sorting (sordid?) photos

While you guys are off having fun at the beach I'm slaving away here in Southeastern PA
trying to find room for more toys that keep showing up at our house. I've been trying to get rid of old pictures so we can fit the new ones in the box. Some are worth keeping, so here are a few of the better ones I've found. I'll keep my eye out for anything blackmail-worthy and let you each know individually.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Sunday night with booze--where are you?

Ahhhh, A cold brewski and here we are.  Come on over, we've still got half a case left.

...and where are those pictures of Scott and Vera and Stu?

Friday, August 1, 2008


Hey, where are pictures of Scott and family?

Folk Music Dancing

I found out that Jeff's mentor, John Feirerabend, actually taught at Ship and is friends with Blaine Shover. Small world ....or mystical fate?

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Like Sand Through the Hourglass

There's nothing like vacation photos to wash that evil taste of work out of your mouth.  
Some highlights-
  • Finally having Maizie at Bethany.
  • Having Gretchen, Liam, Auntie Lara, Uncle John, and Aunt Nanny Wendy around to keep Maizie from drowning or hurling herself off of the porch while I swilled beer and caramel corn.
  • Gretchen's Beautify Ocean City program--picking up all the stray plastic bags from the beach.
  • Cruising for hot guys with Lara in Bob's dead sexy convertible BMW mid-life crises car.
  • Air Hockey  & Ski Ball in the arcade.
  • Having Michelle Eddinger Cullen get burnt with the rest of us on Friday!!!

You don't know how many kids we had to push under just to get some alligator time for the grown ups.

Umm, no that's certainly not my husband doing the Martha Graham Dance Spectacular.

Can you believe that Lara & John have been married twenty year.  She hasn't changed a bit.  Too bad John has really let himself go.

Me clobbering the sharks and getting the high score of the day.  That'll show those 5 year olds who's boss!!!