October 26th, 2009
I know I promised more New Orleans, but I’m going to be selfish on that one. It was one of those indescribable weekends that you cherish and smile at the memory.
On second note, moving back into reality and the ever numbing gum invasion. I’m about this close to lacing the littlest dirvish’s hush button with drambuie and knocking back a stiff shot with him. This dang teeth thing could not have been this bad with the first one. It doesn’t help that the only word he knows and says fervently is ‘ma ma’ which of course twinges my heart. I still think his ‘ba ba’ is pretty darn close to ‘da da’. So that should count for something!
Aah but the savior dressed in three wheels and draped in germs was that of the ammonia scented dog park in our neighborhood. Geared with the black box, snacks, and hush button we jetted the few blocks to endorphin nation. Luckily the eldest met a friend and the little guy and I went a swingin’!
October 19th, 2009
Tidbits from our weekend in NOLA. I have so many thoughts, feelings, and words to convey. I wrote a lot today just letting my experience paint the gallery.
October 8th, 2009
So when Shae and I lived in Louisiana we evidently didn’t live right. Granted we did live in the top part, which has been said to be a lot more like Arkansas than the Cajun country down south. Natchitoches, LA is a whole different place then Winnsboro, LA. I literally felt like I was on set of ‘Steel Magnolia’s’. The smell of mimosa trees and blooming magnolias sent this earthy girl all sorts of bubbly. When we drove into town I thought something was weird. There were 70 year old’s dressed in poodle skirts, men in leather jackets, and cars straight out of ZZ top’s ‘Legs’ video. Captivated, I hauled Shae down the river walk where I found her…. Blue. The most beautiful vehicle ever. I have dreams of being the eccentric artsy lady with hay in her hair, a mangy dog in the back, and two pairs of eyeglasses strung across her neck. This truck painted that dream straight to life. If only is was for sale.
My ‘other’ personality screamed when she saw this fire engine. Red lips, 5 inch killers, black skirt, and wicked curls. I could purr this baby all day long too. With the mangy mutt, of course.
