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Yes, this sorry little wench will give kisses for beer.  Besides, if I didn't, what kind of wench would I be?  Huzaah!!


Alas, the 2003 season has come to an end (sniff, sniff).  So, guess it is time to start collecting EVEN MORE garb for next year.....
Click here to view some Renn 2003 photos
THE NAME: BLENDER WENCH

HOW IT HAPPENED: Well, the wench part is pretty self-explanatory.  I think that pretty much centered around behavior and the bodacious ta ta's.  So, I will focus on the blender aspect of my name.....

Once upon a time, a long long time ago, I created my own wonderful drink.  It was delicious, sweet, sticky, and very very lethal.  The
Sticki Vicki was born.  With much demand from my unruly crew, I decided to put this concoction in a blender.   Ahhhhh.... as a result many were merry, many were passed out.  Unfortunately, I was not the best with the machinery, and broke quite a few blenders.  Only to replace them time and time again.  In my quest for the unbreakable blender, I became fascinated with them.  Blenders make everything taste better.  Yet, I digress... at one particular gathering (Luau 2001) the blender ran dry.  There was an outcry from an ever-so-onry member of the crew (a.k.a. Mongo, Oaha Ulu, Rogue Wannabe...) "We need drinks!  Blender Wench?!?!?!"

And so it was written.  All was good in the world.

The
Blender Wench was born.
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