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Just a thought about pictures….

One, thank you to everyone that came out to either my birthday dinner or to my birthday party. You guys make these events so fun for me, and that can’t really be expressed in words, so once again, thank you for letting me have an amazing birthday. I am uploading pictures.

I can say, if you have a VALID request for me to remove a picture, I will (there were almost 400.) I do remove most pictures where girls look blatantly horrible (blinking, stupid faces, etc.) I don’t remove pictures that have a group in them, and you might have a silly grin that doesn’t suit you. Deal with it, we all aren’t supermodels, and can’t be on point whilst drinking and acting goofy. A bad picture is just capturing a moment in time you might not of remembered otherwise. What I do have to harp on, is that I have been asked to remove pictures that include one certain person. I did it because the person who asked is my friend, but I had to do this for my birthday last year as well, and had to exercise caution with other events, because of someone who was doing things they weren’t supposed to be doing…… Going thru 400 pictures to ensure this person isn’t visible in them is kind of a task, but I did it. I did it last year, and sadly, I will probably do it in the future. What I can say is, you all know me pretty well, I take ALOT of pictures, and I usually post them on myspace, facebook, or If you don’t want certain pictures to seen, DON’T POSE FOR THEM. I can be pretty pushy when I’m on the spot, but you can carefully ask me in private to not take pictures of you and your guest. I will oblige. It makes the “post-editing” process alot easier on me. I don’t give a crap who your f***ing, sleeping around with, hiding a fugitive, in the witness protection program, etc. That’s your life. I’ve had to do this numerous times with friends and I think it’s petty. If you’ve got a secret to hide, DON’T jump in front of a camera! Especially one that is owned by someone who updates and posts EVERYTHING on the internet.

What I can say for the future is, that I have a wedding coming up. I will more than likely, have a photographer, OTHER THAN ME. Wedding photos can sometimes number in the 1000s. I WILL NOT be editing my wedding photos other than to suit my own personal opinion. So if you decide to show up to my wedding with someone other than your publicly-known husband, baby’s daddy, boyfriend, lover, etc, STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY PHOTOGRAPHER. Point blank, photos are evidence, so why incriminate yourself if you KNOW what you’re doing is wrong, or going to cause issues. Other than that, the pictures are quite fun, I love my new camera (Thanks Todd and Mom!), and I plan to take quite a few more pictures. 🙂 Happy Birthday to me!

Oh hai ya’ll

Ok….since my status is freaking people out (6 messages and 2 or 3 comments…)

Confused – There’s ALOT of crap in boxes, and I have no where to put it……yes, I am finally moved into Todd’s house. Also confused, and I guess betrayed isn’t the BEST word, but well, I just feel like I’ve lost a few of my good friends that I wish I could see more. And I hate that just because I’m now known as the ToJo, I can’t possibly EVER do anything without Todd, so therefore, no reason to invite me. The few that live in OKC, I don’t see as much as we could, and the rest are elsewhere….. Things with me and Todd are great, and I am very lucky to have his friends and family embrace me and welcome me into their lives the way they have, and I wouldn’t change that for the world, but ya know, sometimes I just need “my” girls?

My girls who UNDERSTAND: JJiSMiK, The Thunderchicken, Greeny, and Zoe Zoom Zoom… Tiny Chapel, Thompsons Bay, muddin’, backroadin’ roadies, Strip Critter, Drenga, (and the importance of wearing 9 scarves) Tenbuck, The Starlight Satellite, dancing on countertops, coffee tables, and anything in between, learning the hardcore lesson of having a party and posting it on Facebook, QUAIL QUAIL, I can kick, cause I’m FITTY!, The water is wet, beneath my feet! Smirnoff and Beer, Painting Matt Bloom’s head with silver nail polish, right after he shaved his head, and thanking God we didn’t kill him…..(I just ran across those pictures….) Lake Murray Golf Course…..that’s all. Napolean Dynamite parties, and we were the only ones with enough balls to dress up. Interpretive dancing, 2 hours of photo sessions, on the mailbox, in the driveway, on the tailgate, The Girls of Concord Place and the People who Love Them. Random Water Balloon fights, The Tri Chi House Barbie and her Pink Hummer Tuesday Nights at BWW after OTH, and shitty Wednesday morning classes. The most outrageous MAC combos you can wrap a brush around, That’s how we row, OKKKKKKK (of course I’m not putting this on MySpace….), JoRaye fuckin’ left me in Oklahoma City!!!!, fist pumpin’ like some damn guido-ettes in Skyy Bar, out the sunroof of Zoe, and randomly, in Tenbuck. I’m a Little Teapot, Pink little panty palace (and boyshorts too!) Stealing your roommate’s convertible…. Hot Cock! Puking along I-35…. Bustiers….sexy means not breathing….or bending. etc, etc, on and on and on and on. Did it all end with “I’m NOT going to some bar called the Porthole!” ? I hope not. I just miss it.

I think I keep blogging about this, because I remember saying I miss the randomness. The I don’t give a damn about who’s watching, who I have to go home to, what time I have to be home, what will he think about me, what if she’s talking to him, just the cares of this everyday world that now surround me and my friends. It’s killed the spontaneity, the carelessness, it’s forced us to grow up, get real jobs, get married, have babies, and start our own families. I know this isn’t goodbye, but it feels like a long road to another life, a life I am excited, nervous, happy, and can’t wait for, but again, why does it come at a price? Why can’t it be the summer of 2001 forever? Or even 2002? (I’d like to skip years 2003, 2004, and the first part of 2005, thank you.) Why can’t it be summer forever? Why can’t it just be friends forever? OK….I’m done bitching. I still love you all, let me wallow in my mud pit of sadness! As you know, I have exactly 368 days to plan a wedding, cause I’m getting married! Mwahaha. I hear good news travels FAST bitch.

Crabapalooza 08 Recap

First, thank you to everyone who RSVP’ed and actually showed up. 🙂 Seriously, thanks from Todd and myself, for attending Crabapalooza. It was a kick-ass party, it took alot of time, work, planning, money, crabs, sweat, tears, and a bit more vomit than we accounted for.
But all in all, it was great, Todd got his crabs he loves so much, and Jessica and Butch had a great time celebrating their birthdays with all of their friends. I’d start saving wear and tear on your liver and stomach for Crabapalooza 09.

PICTURES: Will be up tonight on They may appear on MySpace or Facebook, but really just depends on how motivated I am. Quit your belly aching. And send me what pictures you have.

My recap points:
1. Crabapalooza 1.5 is this Thursday, July 3rd. I’m off work Friday, I’ve got alot of liquor left, a 3 day weekend, and I really didn’t drink as much as I would have hoped Saturday. Please let me know if you’re in for this mini-crabby-fest!

2. Anyone using the Bierstick from this point forward will be required to sign a waiver, and pass a breathalyzer.
2a. Anyone within 15 feet of a Bierstick user will be provided with a rain pancho and goggles, at your request.
2b. Recommendation of 1 hour between consecutive Bierstickings.

3. I have a lost and found bin. Please message or email your requests. If you left something cool or alcoholic, there is no guarantee you will get it back.

4. I will go to bartending school before Crabapalooza 09.
4a. I make no guarantees that the Alaskan Oil Spill shot will not be seen again.
4b. I will make 300 Jello Sunset shots instead of the 125 I made. I apologize
for my horrible planning, and will never let my friends run out of Jello shots ever again.

5. We will rewire our entire house, so that a swimming pool, margarita machine, ice machine, 34,221 decorative lights, a blow dryer, a Chi, and my 37 laptops, can be ran consecutively. We have spoken to the City of OKC, and they are looking into providing us with direct power from the dam.

6. I am still trying to get crab juice, butter, or hamburger grease out of Marley’s hair. Whatever you did to my dog, I hate you. Also, whatever you fed our dog, our carpet hates you. Puppy dog + blue crab + god knows what alcohol = yeah… Little Green Machine almost died.

7. I apologize for anyone who might have been at the butt end of my violent speech/attacks. But, I’m sure everyone knows the policy for “havin’ relations” in other people’s beds now. I’m thinking that’s it, I’m so happy it turned out well besides those tiny things, and this list will be updated on my blog at

Thanks again, The Host & Hostess with the Mostest (Crabs!) Todd & JoRaye

Yucky People

I believe this is from Spain’s Vogue forums or a spanish version of their forums.

Basically, anyone who knows what Specktra is, and knows what the FOTDs are, they are pulling/hotlinking people’s pictures, and ragging on them. Not all of them are, but a majority of them are just hating on people’s individual expressions of creativity. Specktra is a place where only constructive or positive criticism is accepted, and supposed to be a safe haven for our posts.

The Life and Times of JoRaye K.

Alright, alright. I admit. I am a horrible person for leaving you guys blogless and clueless for almost a month. Please accept my apologies, as I have morphed into super-busy girl. And most of you want to know who the boy is. Don’t worry, we’ll get to that soon enough. After that April Fools blog, life took a strange and interesting turn for the better. Most of you know the story about someone who used to be an acquaintance, possibly a friend have you, but now a bacteria, that wanted to kick my ass for taking her “man”….hard to call someone your man, claim marriage proposals and name your future children when you’re a 2am’er, and have at least 2 other guys that you’re actively dating, one of which was a guy I used to date, and another potential one was her “man’s” friend…… Ok, enough trash talk. And yes, you are welcome to judge, say I’m getting seconds, say I’m a worthless bitch, I broke the golden rule, whatever. I did it. And me and the boy (his name’s Todd, but I like referring to him as “the boy”) are pretty damned happy I must say. I hate to put a keyboard to all of this, hence jinxing myself….but I’m pretty solid right now. As far as I know, and it seems to be pretty public knowledge, I am officially the girlfriend. I am getting used to saying the word “boyfriend” without throwing the words “mother f*cking worthless stupid f*cking lousy ass piece of garbage who can’t keep a job and cheats on me constantly” behind it. And I like it! Yes- he’s older. No, I don’t care. He’s not a stick boy – and I hate stick boys. He has a Harley. I’m terrified of motorcycles. Yes. This might be a problem. He has a job. (Wow. I didn’t know guys like this existed.) He loves sushi. Good one. I’ve already semi-girlified the bathroom (shhh, I don’t think I was supposed to spill that one.) I have yet to introduce to him to the parents. After that 4 year mistake with fuckhead, they are critical of anything that comes within 2 miles of me. I have already met his parents and sister, and they are awesome people. And about 3,000 of his friends. He likes my friends. My friends like him (At least I think they do….) That’s an awesome perk. I am leaving for Vegas May 10th, with the boy. By odd circumstances, we planned a trip to Vegas, with friends, and now, we’re the only ones going. It kinda came down to the fact that we needed to book it quick, no one was making any decisions, and we just did it. Don’t worry, I plan to come back with nothing on my left hand. Not ready for that one yet. So yes, I’ve been doing the girlfriend thing. Hence why the lack of blogs. Hence why the presence of JoRaye has been minimal. There, you have it. I will be in Ardmore this weekend to see my parents and friends, (Todd went to Talladega….) OKC the next one (and possibly down in Ardmore for a day to do some sort of early Mother’s Day thing with mom) and then off to Vegas for a weekend. Then possibly back down to Ardmore the next weekend to beg my mother into not hating me because I went to Vegas on Mother’s Day weekend. And yes, I am still losing weight. I started Phentermine February 8th, and so far I’ve lost a solid 20 pounds and I love it. I’m gonna do one more month, then take a month or so off, then get back on probably. Work – is work. I don’t know if anyone takes me seriously or not, but I’ve taken on 3 different projects within 2 weeks, in addition to my normal job duties, so I’m advertising my profitability. Also, I seem to have a problem falling down. I don’t think I’ve had a scabbed knee since I was like in 5th grade….and I scabbed my left knee up 3 times in one week last week. Maybe it was the excessive amount of beer. Maybe it was the purple croc skin heels I still haven’t broken in, or maybe it was the parking lot. Maybe it was Nicole’s dancing abilities. Maybe it was all 4. Who knows, but I still can’t wear a skirt until the scabbies go away. Did I mention that brake hardware fix I got from the Mazda dealership fixed Zoe’s squealing noise? Awesome. It’s 8pm on a Thursday. I didn’t go to bed until like 4am last night. I was up for work at 6:15am. I think I’m gonna pass out and not wake up until the morning. Much love bitches –