2.27.2008
I See London, I See France....
Does anyone have any pictures of C. Ray in his underoos? If so, we can have him recalled.
2.15.2008
Signs
The wayward husband from yesterday had more signs on Jefferson Avenue this morning. One said "I've kept it in." Can you think of anything he might be referring to other than keeping it in his pants? I wonder how his wife feels about these very public apologies.
2.14.2008
Happy Valentine's Day
It's been a busy Valentine's Day so far, and it's only 8:30. I finally got E off to school with all of her lollipop Valentines for classmates still intact, after much negotiating. I feel sorry for the teachers at daycare today--they have a long day ahead of them of trying to keep the kids from inhaling candy all day. One of E's friends was sobbing when we got there because the teacher wouldn't let her eat her candy for breakfast. Teachers, both at daycare and of older children, have my greatest admiration.
Then, driving down Jefferson Avenue on my way to work, I saw three hand-lettered signs in the neutral ground. The first one said "I love my wife" and got me thinking "Oh, how sweet. I wish K would do something like that for me." Then I came to the second sign, which said "Then why did I hit her?" and the third sign, that said "I need to change." Well, alrighty then--never mind on wishing my husband would do something like that for me.
Finally, I got into work this morning and had this email waiting for me from my mom. I really do think I have one of the best mothers in the world--if I can do half as good a job of making sure E always knows that she's loved and supported, I think I will have done pretty well.
It's the official "I Love You" day, and I woke up thinking about those I love. I feel so very blessed to have such wonderful daughters - and sons-in-law. You are my friends and confidants, my support and encouragement when I'm down, and my enthusiastic well-wishers when times are good. I'm aware that you're always there, always ready to grieve or celebrate with me - or otherwise just to share in life. I appreciate all of you and I love you. Be loving with one another and have a wonderful day. Love, Mom
Happy Valentine's Day, everybody.
Then, driving down Jefferson Avenue on my way to work, I saw three hand-lettered signs in the neutral ground. The first one said "I love my wife" and got me thinking "Oh, how sweet. I wish K would do something like that for me." Then I came to the second sign, which said "Then why did I hit her?" and the third sign, that said "I need to change." Well, alrighty then--never mind on wishing my husband would do something like that for me.
Finally, I got into work this morning and had this email waiting for me from my mom. I really do think I have one of the best mothers in the world--if I can do half as good a job of making sure E always knows that she's loved and supported, I think I will have done pretty well.
It's the official "I Love You" day, and I woke up thinking about those I love. I feel so very blessed to have such wonderful daughters - and sons-in-law. You are my friends and confidants, my support and encouragement when I'm down, and my enthusiastic well-wishers when times are good. I'm aware that you're always there, always ready to grieve or celebrate with me - or otherwise just to share in life. I appreciate all of you and I love you. Be loving with one another and have a wonderful day. Love, Mom
Happy Valentine's Day, everybody.
2.05.2008
2.04.2008
2.03.2008
Iris/Tucks
E and her friend Beau, enjoying the view from their ladder before the parades start.
I love me some Mardi Gras. We did every parade this weekend, with the exception of Endymion. I'm so glad that Endymion has gone back to its Mid-City route--gives me a night to recuperate before Bacchus Sunday, and it's really nice no longer having to to fight huge crowds camped out for Endymion while trying to watch Iris and Tucks.
E had a ball. This is her third Mardi Gras, but it's the first time I think she really got it. Other than a few mishaps with flying beads making contact with her face, she loved every minute of it.
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