This ends the faerie section, and this pic was taken after (I think) the final night of 2000's fall production of Twelfth Night, or What You Will. I wasn't in this play, due to schuduling problems with work (GRRR!), but I sold tickets at the door dressed as an angel every night, and I filmed it all three nights as well. From left to right, it's Stephanie (tech crew), me, and Lucy (Maria) pretending we're hard-core gangsta thugs!

This is my younger brother James (right) and his best friend Pat K. right before James' homecoming dance. Pat's sister has been my best friend forever (remember Megan from Delaware from the other pics page? Yeah, that's her), so Pat is like my second little brother. I've watched these two grow from chubby, mischievious little dorks to the adorable, built boys they are today.

Aw! This is me with my daddy (the one who took on Satan with only a bball bat) and my mom (yes, I know that I look just like her) New Year's Eve 2000. We don't look disfunctional, do we?

These two outstanding senior citizens are my Pop-Pop (a.k.a. "Poppy") and my Gma; they're my dad's parents. This was also taken New Year's Eve 2000. By this time, Gma had had a bit too much wine...

Grr...such a cute sight! A big, beefy, Mafia-looking man and his devoted, loving daughter! This pic used to be in my planner's favourite pics section because it perfectly personifies my relationship with Daddy. Note the love from me and the eye roll from him. *giggles* Naw...he loves me. (Just keep telling yourself that, right?)

Mr. Stoddard (a.k.a. "Sir") was my advisor at Mercy and is kind of like a second dad for me. He's supported me through plays, bad grades, horrific research papers, and he taught me everything I know about acting and drama. Pretty much, he's the first person (other than God, of course) that I'll be thanking when I win my Academy Award someday.

Grr...this is lil ol me, Underdog, before my Ring Dance this year. I was sick like a dog that day, so I was really mad that I didn't do that awesome dress proper justice. I got to look a bit nicer when I went to the "Sunny's Dance" (my mother's words, not mine) a few months later. Despite my illness, I had a good time talking with my date Paul (he's cropped out of the picture due to post-breakup angst. Sorry about that.)and "dancing" with my friends.