DISQUS

So is there a method to figuring out when the board releases diagnostics or is it just random? I tanked FAR for the 3rd time 5/4 (61,73,69) and am anxiously waiting for my diagnostic to know where I slipped up ever since I got my advisory score back at the end of May. This is for CA. Any insight?

The labour party are composed of group of ex town hall no hopers, they know that their time in the spotlight will be brief, therefore they will make as much as they possibly can whilst in its glare, thankfully that time will soon be over, I would almost be happy to pay them whatever they want to be gone, spineless lying conniving scum that they are....

Man, I forgot how funny his D.L. was. This one still makes me laugh out loud. This is just classic Ricky humor. It was on his later D.L's as well....Damn, that son of a bitch was funny! No one but Ricky, thats for sure.

I'm with Ray on Scarface.
How about an entire era of "make my day"?
Swingers "thats so money".
Animal House.
Fast Times At Ridgemont High.
And my #1 "Pulp Fiction"

Hey BK. How does one attach one of those extra fancy stamps to one's post?

I'll be there. Any Pedenites are obviously welcome. Even you BB.

This is the story of a girl Ricky dubbed Midget Porn.

One night, after a Chamber After Hours gathering, Ricky and I were at the bar at Ruby Tuesday’s and struck up a conversation with this cute little blond. Now by little I mean lap sized. Under 4’. She actually jumped up and was sitting in our laps at the bar. Anyway, somehow we ended up over at Ricky’s 2nd street house drinking a lot of beer. Now this little girl was put together in all the right places, thanks of course to the wonder of modern medicine. I recall her bragging about how skilled her plastic surgeon was and Ricky arguing with her until she felt compelled to just bring out the proof. The next morning, I woke to find myself stretched out on Ricky’s 38” sofa and I couldn’t help but wonder if my girlfriend was wondering where the hell I was. I jumped up partially out of panic and partially out of the realization that I was just about to prank the prankster. I could not believe my good fortune in that I was able to quietly slip out the front door which was left open all night and drive away. I thought, If I could only be there to see the look on his face when Ricky realized that he was awake, at home, with this stranger of a girl and no vehicle. We all know that Ricky never drove. I doubt “he” even knew where his car was. I had it all planned out. First, I would forward my cell phone to some other number like “Joey’s” or maybe Jessica’s. Boy was this going to be great….. I managed to slip home and into the shower before my girlfriend woke up. When I got out of the shower she was just stirring and looked at me all sleepy eyed just smiling with a “good morning baby” and a “how did you sleep?” “I slept great just like I always do next to you honey” was the proper response. She slipped into the shower and just as I was thinking about how perfect things were working out, I heard a car door and glanced out the front window of my condo. Holy shit! What’s Jessica’s car doing out front? Then it suddenly drove away to reveal MIDGET PORN. She was heading straight for the front door. I peeled open the shower curtain, gave my girlfriend a quick kiss and “gotta go, lots of meetings this morning” and sprinted down the stairs. Midget porn wanted to come in but that just couldn’t happen. I told her I just set off a pesticide bomb and couldn’t go back in for at least 24 hours. She said, Ricky said you could give me a ride home. I couldn’t get her in the car fast enough. This would have been real hard to explain. Where to? I asked. I ended up having to take her to Vancleve which felt like Mars at this point. I guess Jessica had dropped by Ricky's and he blamed her on me and somehow got her to drop her off at my condo. Ricky was an artist at his craft pulling off a beautiful “Reverse Slam”.

bb, you’re an idiot! This site is a discussion of our much loved and lost friend.... not a place for you to show the world the true depth of your stupidity, although you have succeeded in doing just that.

Anyway, Golf Tourney has to happen. I say the “Ricky Peden Invitational”. A two day event starting on Friday, 27 holes day one, switching groups every 9 holes 18 holes on day two. This would let everyone play with 10 different people. Everyone would be required to bring in a partner from outside the group. (Ricky was all about mixing people.) Grouped in flights of six teams. Party at Ashley,s Friday night, if she’s really that brave. Meet and park at Orangutangs Saturday morning, bus to course then back for an awards banquet/cocktail party/pool shooting contest/find the difference in the pictures arcade game playing/story telling/drunken crying reminiscing/thong wearing throw down. Then of course Champagne Brunch at O’Charley’s on Sunday....

His stash?...OOOHHHH. You mean all the worthless crap like q balls, booster seats, political signs....anything that wasn't tied down. Not the stuff you would normally find in a home?

I was riding with Ricky down Pass Road one day on the way to lunch when he whips it over to the side of the road and this black lady jumps in and he took off again. Well she was a housekeeper without a car and would walk back and forth to work. Ricky had obviously discovered this well before this day. He makes a quick detour to her house, she hops out with a quick "Thank you Baby" and we were off again. That was just typical Ricky. He made a difference one little kind deed at a time. Never for thanks or praise, thats just what he believed was the right thing to do.....I was never able to pass that lady again without pulling over.

Ray informed me it is Ricky not Rickey........What can I say.... I'm a lover not a speller.

You people need to get to typing. There are alot of stories not yet told.

How about the trip to Hedenism in Jamaica or was it "Pedenism"? There has to be some part of that trip that can be told!......Maybe not.

What about Rick W's new boss checking the messages at the hotel while on that business trip? That shit was funny! Where are you Rick?

I love reading these old stories but without knowing Rickey, some of them might sound as if he was a guy that wanted to fight, steal and not keep up with his car and house. If anyone is reading this blog without knowing him then you should know that he was one of the nicest friends anyone could ever have. I don't really know anyone that didn't love him. Alot of the things he did were usually humor based. .....hey Johnny, what about finding the Q ball in your suit pocket in Jackson when those rednecks had you surrounded and Rickey managed to get buckled in so fast? He could always make you laugh. He brought people together. He was so kind hearted that it was not uncommon for him to have some homeless person at his house (remember that tall guy Michael who robbed him). If he saw someone on the side of the road that was hungry, he wouldn't rest untill they were fed. Those who knew him already know this.... Just a note to those who didn't.

By the way, you all might want to know that Ray and Meg named their new baby boy "Peden" in honor of our much missed and loved friend.

I have a lot of Foosball memories with Rickey. We played a lot of Foosball at EO’s on Sunday nights, which of course made Mondays very difficult. One particular Sunday, I was exhausted and about to head home from dinner with the guys and Rickey somehow talked me into driving he and cousin Justin F. (New York) to EO’s…. Why I don’t know, but I did. When we got there, he started coaxing me inside to play just one game of Foosball….just one quick game! I said no way, it was 9:00 pm and I was so tired I could barely hold my head up….. When we got inside, the table was taken and after watching for a few, I decided to sit down on the near by sofa. Apparently, that sit turned horizontal at some point….. When I woke up, I felt oddly refreshed and rested. I could see the faint light of dawn through the front glass. After I removed the half burned “Napkin Rose” from my ear canal, the cigarette butts from my nostrils and emptied the pound of butts and ashes from my shirt pocket, I pulled down my wedgie and started toward the door to see if I was locked in. I looked through the pass through window from the game room into the bar just in time to see this very cute little 20 something showing off her newly acquired Twin D’s. The smile on Justin and Rickey’s face…priceless. I remember Rickey saying…Man, it’s about time you got up…we need to go!….. I said, I guess I’m driving? It was about 6:00 am and they had been hard at it all night and Justin’s flight was leaving that morning. I dropped Justin off at Granny’s and rolled Rickey out at the 2nd street house and headed in to the office….Justin, didn’t you miss your flight?

I am cracking up! I forgot about "that" Halloween costume and Rickey kicking that guy in the nads. The guy was wearing a skeleton outfit with a large head-piece that was very hard to see out of. That guy was just trying to survive up there then all of a sudden the boys were sent deep into his body cavity. All he could do was collapse to the floor. Rickey was just dancing around like that was the most natural thing to do with that funny look on his face like "did you see that?"

I still remember Rickey playing pool in that outfit too, his ass, white harry legs, boots and that big white fur Russian looking hat and he was as comfortable as if he were in old Levi's and a "T" shirt......

I use to live in a condo near Lil Ray's and never locked my door. As a matter of fact, I don't even remember having a key. One day, a girl I had just started dating and I were about to leave and she had "To Go" and wanted me to wait in the car, she would just be a minute. When we returned a few hours later, I walked into the condo to this awful smell. I couldn't believe how bad the downstairs bath was. The whole downstairs was stinking so bad that I coundn't even go in. She was mortified and I was re-thinking our relationship. A few weeks later Rickey let me know that he had dropped by to "leave me something"....... and no, I never told her.

@tam: seriously? they actually said that? I'll have to consult my alabama dialect resource for that one (my mom) :)


Loved your vid!

@fred: I wish I could get an iPhone. At this point we're very satisfied with our current provider, and would rather stay with them. ugh. Ha.


I do recall you playing drums at GSU, even though you might have already graduated when I came through.

@billy: it's fun. I actually play once a month, so it's fun. We have a decent drummer who is getting better and better, but I like to rotate EVERY member of our team off one sunday per month so they can worship with family and just enjoy the day with no responsibilities.

@jez: thanks!


@gareth: we do. in fact it is pretty cool, but because we are growing so fast, it's about to be phased out. We're trying to come up with a creative alternative. Any ideas?

@kelly...I'll have to try that!


@mud: glad you enjoyed it! we usually make it for dinner, and have it for lunch the next day as well!

@thanks gareth for your comments.


Great points there all around.

@mud.


That's for sure!! Thanks for the comment.

@billy, it is indeed my grandma. I wish I could find full recordings. I have a rich heritage!


In fact, she lives in Elkmont which if I believe is in your neck of the woods.

@michael: thanks bud! much appreciated.

@Billy,


Not really. What specifically do you mean by "slow"?



In a loading sense? In a working sense? In a scheduling sense?



It's been fine for me. I'm getting ready to fire up iCal, to see if I can integrate it into my whole process.

Great comments everyone!


I'm gonna have to say that in my opinion combined with those who chimed in here, that CHEERS is definitely the winner!

Yeah, I love the Office theme music.