Found this lovely girl when going through some cosplay costumes sites, just stunning girl.

Check out her website: http://www.myspace.com/Aerisness

In her own words:
Hello everyone! My name is Joanie and I live in Orlando Florida. I’m currently going to school; majoring in Marine Biology. So the whole modeling thing is just a fun hobby of mine. I really enjoy working with other creative people. I make costumes and clothes. So for anyone that would like to get pictures of someone in costume or something geeky and or unusual (but fun), I’m your gal.

Jessica Rabbit, lovely one.

  Awesome anime look…

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Your little ninja will love wearing this outfit for Halloween or for dress up!

Set includes hooded shirt, face scarf, pants, waist sash, arm & leg ties.

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Original post: Mexican Costumes for the Spring Equinox

Location: Pyramid at Xochitécatl, Tlaxcala

Pretty ants

I mentioned before I had been attending a birthday party at the neighbor’s house, and I feel the urge to clarify. It was at the good neighbors’ house. I had some bad neighbors and the parties at their place were nothing like the other parties. They usually ended in lynchings and burning witches at the stake. And all because I was defending an ant parade. The kids wanted to stomp them to death and I wasn’t about to let them do that, I picked up an ant on my hand and tried to show them how they were cool little critters and they deserved to live. The girls shrieked and called me filthy, grimaced their face in disgust and shooed me out of the party, throwing rocks after me. It was like a miniature version of a lynching.

Thinking about it, I was wearing a costume at that party too. This time I wanted to be a shepherd girl, with the country flowery dress, the bonnet like Laura Ingalls’. I wanted to be Mary with my little Lamb. I don’t know what went wrong, but what I told my mom translated into: a black skirt, a white shirt and a tight black cap. I really have no idea what happened.

I wore it. I didn’t know what it was, it was nothing like I had imagined. I wondered where in the world did shepherd girls dress up in black. I have to give my mom credit though, the cap had a little ribbon to tie on like a bonnet, at least. I remember people asking me about my costume, I bravely said  I was a shepherd girl and then scurried away before thet had time for any more questions. Maybe the seamstress my mom hired to make the costume hated us?

The ant incident was indeed my lucky break from that horrible costume.

Bad neighbors didn’t always live there, we had other nice, but a little freaky neighbors. They moved out, the bad neighbors tore down the house and built a new one. Then one day, a shiny grey Buick drove into the garage, inside, an older boy and two girls about my age!
I just thought it was going to be so much fun to have some neighbors my age. I was getting tired of my imaginary friends, riding my bike alone, climbing trees and chasing after my little brother.
Boy, was I wrong.
I hurried and climbed the wall that divided our front yards to greet them. I think that was the beginning of the end, right then and there.
The mom was close to having a fit, thinking she had to live next to savages like me who climbed walls. The girls just stood there looking, they were pale as ghosts. The boy never even acknowledged me. No biggie, he had inherited his mom’s bulldog-face.
Over the years I played with these girls a few times (the family belonged to the Opus Dei *shivers* and dog-face lead a catechesis group for kids in the afternoon, my mom forced me to go). The girls were never allowed to come and visit us. I was invited into their house once. The rest of the times, it was a strictly a “from the front door and out affair” – hmmph riff-raff!.

I remember the poor girls were crazy about my puppies, but they weren’t really allowed to play with them. Once dog-face saw them playing with the puppies she freaked, and probably bathed the girls in Lysol afterwards. So so sad. And creepy. And sad.

They were also responsible for the death of one of my puppies. But that is a story for another time, I might even tell you about my revenge on dog-face, and how it affected the whole neighborhood.

 Whether it is a Halloween party or a theme party, dressing up with Halloween costumes is becoming increasingly popular not only among the girls and boys as well as the adults. And the best place to look for these costumes is the Internet. Several portals offer Halloween costumes ranging from the traditional skeletons, ghosts, vampires, devils, and witches to the more modern superheroes, aliens, pop stars, celebrities, politicians, and cartoon characters. You can also shop by categories such as kids, toddlers, teens etc. You may also pick theme-based costumes such as batman costumes, star wars costumes, mascot costumes, pirate costumes, and renaissance costumes. Additional accessories such as weapons, wigs, and wings are also available.

You can search for these portals on a search engine online. Most of them also offer across state shipping facilities. The cost of a Halloween costume depends on its size, quality, and artistry. Most of these items are priced below $50.

Vejam porque o outono é a melhor época pra estar em São Francisco:

No jardim de casa

4:20pm

Noite tão clara, que dá pra ver os farois dos carros na Golden Gate

6:00pm, noite fechada

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If u want a wedding dress in black white or pink

check Marinoco Fashion Store out before u buy something

i have it since i m in sl and its still there

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Howdy from Texas…here are some great characters for a wild and wooly West Party…you can name it uniquely too… How the West was won (or Lost) Costume Party, Wild West Costume Party, Southwest Soiree, Steppin’ Out Texas Style, or Costumed Cowboy Party…some ideas for Character costumes are above….so put on your boots and step up and host some good western fun!

Always here for fun because your fun is my business…

Nacheska

Finally, this year’s end of year’s party was so hipped! The theme was 50s, 60s & 70s. Great to see what everyone came up with. Although a number of people didn’t turn up, we enjoyed solely by ourselves lol We had food, games & great decor by Agnes, Dewi, Kim and Roy. Fusion of the era’s music and costumes, the aura was mesmerizing. Though everyone cleaned up & adjourn by 10+pm, the girls and I had another party to attend to. Metro City! Yes, it’s clubbing. To 3 of us, it was our first time stepping into such intimate yet heart pumping zone. Tried our first shots, felt awesome! I used to think that clubbing was an “impurity”, but after all the dancing and glancing, it has changed my perspective of viewing this popular hobby as a past time that keeps you alive. It really did keep me alive during the wee hours (though 2Am is still early).

This all happened last week, but it didn’t stop any of us to feel the WANT to go again. Yes, our feet hurt but once you step into this really upbeat and full-house zone, you wouldn’t care less about anything else. Just dance! Now I’ve started wondering, why didn’t I start such hobby much earlier when I got here. It’s a world of fun when summer holiday is here.

I forgot to post these earlier, but here are a few photos of our Halloween costumes this year.

Kathy and I went as Dia de los Muertos skeletons. I painted my noggin like a plain white skull, while Kathy got really detailed and decorated her face with intricate patterns and designs. Pretty awesome.

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What did everyone else go as? Post pictures!

Next year we’re going as white people,

-Shady

Lingerie.com has all the pretty things girls love to have and wear. Lingerie.com is owned by Bare Necessities the number one in intimate apparel since 1998. They have great prices on all those sexy things to make a night of romance extra special. Lingerie.com has everything you need such as costumes, sexy lingerie, bridal lingerie, accessories, mens underwear, stockings and much more. It’s so easy to shop right online and feel safe and secure with completing your purchases at Lingerie.com. Shipping is fast and usual ships the next day as they try and keep the styles you want in stock. Returns are easy if you are not happy for any reason. You have 30 days and a full refund will be made. So feeling a little sexy, why not shop at Lingerie.com.

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Nós é que fazemos a moda ou é ela quem nos faz?

Buscamos roupas e acessórios com a intenção de provar quem somos, tentando mostrar um pouco da nossa personalidade através daquilo que usamos. Estamos sempre em busca de nossa identidade, que não é nossa! Somos uma mistura de influências: de nossos pais, família, amigos; de nossa religião, nosso clima, nossos costumes, nossa cultura; da atriz da novela que cortou o cabelo igual ao daquela cantora canadense, que se veste como aquela atriz hollywoodiana; da cultura que vem de fora, daquilo com o que nos deparamos quando viajamos. Estamos em movimento e em constante mutação. A moda que criamos faz parte desse círculo, pois colocamos um pouco – ou muito – de nós naquilo que inventamos, incluímos nossos gostos, atitudes e opiniões com toda convicção.

Isso nos faz originais ou simplesmente todos iguais? Diante do mercado sempre nos encaixamos num grupo de consumo. Mas a despeito dos padrões apresentados, ainda assim somos únicos, e todas as escolhas que fazemos, inclusive as relativas à moda e ao consumo, refletem nossa singularidade. Seguimos nos reinventando a cada dia e sempre haverá quem se surpreenda conosco.

Elisa Pontes

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Our adorable toddler cowboy costume includes scarf, jumpsuit with attached vest & belt.

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Last Halloween, my first in NYC, was spent all by myself. As alone as one can be surrounded by thousands of strangers, I had no friends to go out with. Which is why I was even more excited than usual for Halloween this year.

My roommates and I plan to go down to the village, combine forces of all our individual friends, and have a great night of watching the Halloween Parade, drinking, not being sick, and dancing in the streets. I am pumped.  Talking to my Trader Joe’s Crush about Halloween I learn he has no plans for the evening… and he asks if he can “tag along” with me and my friends…While I was very much looking forward to a night with just friends, I know how lonely Halloween alone is. I make the compromise: Well after the parade we’re planning to go do 21-year-old things, so be warned: we’ll probably ditch you. But yeah, you’re welcome to join for the parade!

My roommate and I dress up as Gay Cheerleaders for Halloween. Uh What? My roommate’s co-worker was dying to have someone, anyone wear her old cheerleading outfit so that she could tell her mother that yes there is actually a reason for having a bag of things she hasn’t used in 10+ years taking up storage space. When asked if she “wanted to be a cheerleader for Halloween?” my roommate showed mild interest and was immediately handed a green and gold duffle bag filled with 2 full outfits (home and visitor apparently), a track jacket, pom poms, and palpable **team spirit**. She came home that day, showed me her loot, we may or may not have played dress up in a way that would rival 5 year olds, and we knew on Halloween we were wearing these costumes. To simply be cheerleaders seemed too boring, too easy. Zombie Cheerleaders? Vampire Cheerleaders? Too predictable. Too much makeup. Having just watched the cult classic But I’m a Cheerleader we decide to be Gay Cheerleaders. No, it didn’t exactly make sense, (I  wish I was as creative with costumes as my cousin,) but we had fun accessorizing excessively with rainbows, glitters, writing GO GAY! on our arms, coming up with political cheers GO GO FIGHT FIGHT WE DESERVE MARRIAGE RIGHTS! and worrying we’d offend actual gays (we so didn’t, quite the opposite actually.)

It was surprisingly warm Halloween evening, as we head down to Greenwich Village for a pre-parade drink. The Halloween Parade is a Thing To Do in NY. It’s composed of anyone who shows up at the proper location at the proper time properly costumed. The best thing about Halloween, when you’re at a place in life where it is not socially acceptable to peak in the homes of people who then give you candy, is people watching. Thus this parade is perfect.

Our mini “parade” headed to the parade includes two Gay Cheerleaders (duh), Audrey Hepburn, Alex from A Clockwork Orange, a Hick, a Chef, a Vampire, and Eloise. Later we are joined by a Zombie, a Asian Tourist, a Toilet, and a Plunger. Such a contrast to the loneliness of last year. Our crew is all assembled save my Trader Joe’s Crush who is coming from Brooklyn (and has an annoying habit of being habitually 30+ minutes late). Before he arrives, before we get to the parade, before the night’s really begun the humidity gets the better of the night and it starts to rain.

Somehow I’ve gotten through 22 Halloweens (for the early ones I don’t remember, pictures give proof) without rain. This seems like near impossible luck. Sure, there were near misses- rain during the day that cleared up by night. (Which I remember because I was part of a Towel Man/Washcloth Boy duo- think me and my friend tying a towel/washcloth around our necks, knowing we were hilarious, and having an awesome time running around “Obliterating Puddles!!!” I might note we were 15/16♥.)  I never had to make an umbrella part of my costume. Nor had said costume fall apart due to sogginess. Up until now, I’ve been severely spoiled by Halloween weather. So I know I can’t complain too much when our parade plans are spoiled. It’s not much of a set back as we planned to explore area bars after the parade anyway. The rain just speeds that up. Except now I’ll have a 20-year-old in tow, a 20-year-old I was counting on ditching when the “21 AND OLDER ONLY” portion of the evening began. Well, that plan is now down the toilet (and I don’t mean my friend dressed up as one).

When my 20-year-old finally shows up he’s outfitted as a Nerd. Let me give anyone who’s ever considered this costume a hint- if ”Nerd” hits close too home (really, in any vicinity of home) to your actual personality, you may want to re-think your choice. Now Trader Joe’s Crush isn’t really a nerd, but tonight I honestly can’t tell if he’s getting too into the spirit of his costume or just being awkward around me and my friends.  I think it’s the former but I’m not sure. What I do become sure of, after a series of awkward silences I make no attempt to fill, It’s not working. I can’t do it any more. I spend the rest of the night madly conflicted between having an awesome time with my friends and knowing I have to break up with my boy.

The timing is horrid. I can’t break up with him tonight, on Halloween (can I? “No. You can’t,” my friends assure me) and I can’t do it in the next few days because his 21st birthday falls not even a week after Halloween. I may be flattering myself to think I’d have such an effect, but there is no way I will risk ruining anyone’s birthday, especially the big 2-1. So I’m stuck for a few days, which gives me time to formulate a plan: attempt  to foreshadow the impending end up until after the birthday, then take him out to dinner and end it. Seems simple enough- but as someone who’s used to being the dumpee and been hurt as such, I agonized over it. I’m a firm believer in “do unto others as you would have others do unto you” and hope to do this as nicely as possible.

As Halloween winds down, I know he’s expecting to come home with me- he even mentions something about it to my roommate, creating a mildly awkward situation. In my own personal belief, I’ve been horrible to him all night- distant, paying more attention to my friends, disengaging, kissing my roommate more than him (“I’m gay tonight” the easy excuse). I’m not exactly mean to him, but I’m certainly not being nice, and certainly not behaving in a way that should make him want to go home with me (unless the kissing-my-roommate thing…backfired…shit.)

I’m in a weird mood…I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come back to my place.

The actor in me is enthralled by the drastic, immediate effect this statement has on him. From the happy and friendly face I’m used to, to disappointment and concern that is almost a different person. “I understand,” he says, “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?” You could stop being so nice to me! Stop liking me! Save yourself! I kiss him goodbye, (feeling bad that I know it’s our last kiss when he doesn’t,) and he gets off the subway, while I continue home- minus one boy but plus my friends. The Asian Tourist berates me, “That’s a great way to get him the message. He’s really going to see this coming with you making out with him.” I burst into tears. Shut up! What was I supposed to do? Not kiss him? I don’t know what I’m doing! This sucks! Mascara forms streams down my made-up face, glitter pooling in zigzags. I imagine the sight through the eyes of the anonymous  passengers on the subway and smile through tears. What a sight I am- a cheerleader crying over a boy. What a cliché.

In the days following I carry out my BreakUp Plan to a tee. Staying distant, excusing myself from the actual birthday, taking him out the day after. We end up sitting in a park afterward. I know it’s show time. I’ve thought out what I need to say, anticipated possible reactions, but as soon as I open my mouth my “script” dissolves into Real Life Improv. It takes mild prompting from him, “So, what’s up?” to make me deliver my monologue.

As I conclude: I’m not feeling what I need to feel to be in a relationship with someone. I hold my breath and look at him. My worst case scenario anticipation: tears. There are none. Second worst: anger. Nope, not there either. In fact the look on his face is less devastating than the aforementioned one on Halloween. “Yeah, I kinda saw this coming. Especially after Halloween.” Yeah. I reply and pat myself on the back. He saw it coming! I avoided the shock-and-awe-surprise-breakup-attack! He then says, “I just want to ask you one thing.” Sure, breakup clarifications- typical, anticipated. I brace myself as possible questions whiz through my mind. Of course. You can ask me anything you want.

“What are you going to write about this in your blog?”

I stare at him flabbergasted. Dumbfounded.

At the time there was no answer for this question except You read my blog? and If you don’t want me to write about it, I won’t. Now, however, I have the answer. You just read it. And I have no doubt he’s read it too.

Post Script

From the look he gave me when I was at Trader Joe’s the other day (I have to buy food! I can’t avoid it!), I am inclined to believe he hates what I wrote in here. It seems the most likely explanation for the uncharacteristic harrowing look.  I long ago decided not to censor my blog for people who *might* read it, not even my mother. That was a big decision. Of course had he said anything along the lines of  “I do not want you writing about this“, I  certainly would have honored the request. But he said nothing of the sort.

In this day and age don’t we all expect people to write blogs about us? I try to aim for anonymity and respect (and of course humor), but do I succeed? Do I go to far? When I step over the line into Too Personal, do I always know it? If I don’t know it, will my readers tell me? Where should the lines of what I can and cannot, should and shouldn’t write about be drawn? (Thoughts?)

Nos caminhos que a pesca segue em nosso país, na falta de respeito que nossos políticos – aqueles que aprovam leis – tem com o nosso meio ambiente, nossa fauna e flora. Pensam que tudo e renovável e trocam a incerteza da continuidade de nosso habitat em troca de votos. Não sei mais o que pensar ou fazer, não sei mais se terei a liberdade passada de percorrer rios piscosos com mata ciliar nativa e rica. Não sei se poderei ouvir as causos que ouvia e aprender da vida no mato porque agora o ribeirinho que falar da novela, do mundo de ficção enquanto o mundo real vai desaparecendo. Sempre me lembro de um ditado a qual credito ao amigo Adamo – Quanto mais gente no mundo menos natureza.

Last year in first grade, Allana dressed as a pilgrim for her class’s Thanksgiving feast.  My mom made this costume for my sister’s third grade Thanksgiving feast when we were kids.  Can you believe my mom saved it all these years?

This year, Emmalynn’s preschool hosted a  Thanksgiving feast complete with turkey, pumpkin pie and little children singing dressed as pilgrims.