At first when you expanded from National to International, I thought they were just talking about the size of your derriere. Now, I realize you are going to be the very first individual to go IPO. This is an amazing feat for any lady (and we use the term loosely) selling her wares. Congratulations on your ever-expanding business endeavors.
I’m here to help you with the pool. Had some ideas for names but think they could get me banned.
Wouldn’t it be just plain discourteous to disagree with someone wants a title that badly?
“Old Dressage Gods.” My mistake. I like my title (thank you for handing it over so quickly, Louise) and Catuskates title better than Old Dead Guys. Please, what sexism!
[This message was edited by Velvet on Sep. 21, 2001 at 11:53 AM.]
Overwhelmed Dressage Geriatric!!!
Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh my!!
Obstinate Drunk Gasbag?
Over Dressed Gender-bender?
Opinionated Dumb Gremlin?
Obese Desperate Grotesque?
Obtuse Delusional Guttersnipe?
So many titles so well worn…
Overbent?.. Deep?..Gobbledegook!!!
Chill a little please. Your remarks are both very clever, but I am detecting a bit of a knife twisting in there. I don’t like blood. Neither does “the management” 
Olga the Dressage Goddess (sounds pretty similar to Jesse the Body Ventura).
(How’s that for a wrestling name?)
And I was going to interpret it as meaning Oh Dear God, as in some kind of plea for help!!!
But if you want to be the dressage geek, you go girl. And well I thought opinionated just came with being involved in dressage. 
“The older I get, the better I used to be, but who the heck cares!”
Organized Dressage Goddess?
Obsessed Dressage Groupie?
Obediant Dressage Gofer (for those of you with S.O.s who tag along to the shows…)?
Suzy dons her Isaac Mizrahi one-of-a-kind wet suit which conforms to her perfect size 2 body and climbs into the mud filled wrestling pit to put Velvet in her place. Her nails are perfectly manicured and her hair coiffed. Her huge Harry Winston diamond studs sparkle, and she’s ready for action.
Velvet arrives in tank top, short shorts (showing her age; too senile to know they went out of style some 30 years ago, and showing the stretch marks – yet, I digress), and her freshly painted toenails which show through her open toed pink fuzzy slippers. Her tank top reads, “ODG or Bust,” and her black roots are showing. [Someone should give her a one year subscription to the local gym]. The crowd is booing and hissing and throwing rhinestones at her. Quite different from the greeting Suzy got – cheering adulation from the crowd begging for autographs and handing her diamond bracelets, studs, anklets, etc.
Let the games begin!!!
I do believe that amounts to 1/32 of the amount you normally consume–on a daily basis???
And I missed it. Louise, you could have emailed me so that I could have participated. (evil cackle). Hey, we don’t have an emoticon for evil cackle, and I really think we NEED one! 
Kathy, Velvet is going to win by default if you don’t come into the ring pronto. We’ve got the mud extra slippery, just the way you like it. I even have satin boxers and a matching tank top for you. Oh yea, and a cup for you to put your teef in.
It’s clearly time for the ultimate DQ to step in and enlighten you mere mortals.
ODG = Old Dead Guy (as in Klimke, delaGueriniere, deCarpentry, KBG, Podhajsky, etc.)
I realize that you must have had a senior moment or maybe 2 even. First to buy a 3 yr old at our age! Secondly, to think a 3 yr old isn’t going to grow!
Ok, seriously now - Bud looks great. Nice pic of both of you. Keep up the good work.
msj
Suzy, dahling, hot pants ARE in fashion at the moment–for my lithe form and sculpted curves, or those with similar body types. The only thing sagging on this body is the now sexily wet t-shirt, the other, ahem, items covered by this material are still “mouth watering scoops of flesh that defy gravity,” per your ex-chauffer and ex-lover, James.
Oh, and I knew you didn’t know the difference between a cubic zirconia and a REAL diamond. Now you’ve proven you can’t tell the difference between fantasy and reality either! Maybe it was stars you were seeing instead of rhinestones. After all, you did slip and hit your head when climbing into the ring. (Really, if I where so poor at “mounting” I’d be like you and never get a “good ride in the saddle.”) What a sad, pathetic life you live–I feel something for you, I really do, but what exactly is that? Oh, yes, now I know, it’s pity.
Oh, and for the pink fuzzy slippers? Your houseboy found them under your bed and gave them to me. I thought it a much better idea to destroy your shoes, rather than any of my own–even though these were SO obviously not something I would normally ever wear in public. (I have nothing to say about dark roots–I’m a natural blonde, so that’s completely impossible and yet another wandering of your fantastically warped imagination.)
[This message was edited by Velvet on Sep. 25, 2001 at 02:58 PM.]
Fiona, some of those titles fit perfectly that guy from the other board that I ride for.
suzywhoisignoringvelvetwithavengeance
In suzy’s dictionary, I have the feeling that participate = stir things up
As for the “evil cackle” emoticon, I dunno, if we had it, I think we’d find occasion to use it too much.
I am having a crisis in deciding which wrestling name to use.
There’s:
Catty Kathy
Black Cat (don’t cross my path)
Cat o’ Nine Tales
Alley Cat
Trailer Trash (T&T)
My husband had about 7000 others for some reason, my promotional agent is out of town, I just can’t make up my mind and this is just throwing my life into such a tizzy. I have been mud slinging for such a long time that I’ve almost forgotten how to mud wrestle.
