Keep us in your thoughts, would ya?
(And that baby bunny inside his shirt, too.)
First stop, New Orleans Friday night, and yes I got to experience The Bourban Street scene. It was a crazy atmosphere. Insane. Did i get any beads? Hmmm.
I saw street performers galore including a couple of small brass bands that even had a tuba.
There were bunches of people hanging out on balconies with buckets of beads. Mostly men, but there was one with a woman tossing out beads if you'd show her something.
Saturdays stop was the Washington Huskies playing at Tiger Stadium. We arrived three hours early to check out the tail gating. There must have been 1 billion dollars in RV's in 5000 square feet of alumni parking. If you've never ever caught sight of tail gating before a college game, then you are missing out on some serious over the top school spirit. I went to one of those small colleges that didn't have sports, so I missed out.
While trying to find "Victory Hill" to watch the marching band's entrance i spot this extremely tall man. He turns his head slightly my direction and I instantly realize it's Shaq!NBA star, Shaq. Apparently, Mr. Shaq attended LSU back in his day. Wiki claims he is 7'1", I believe it. That's crazy tall, and that's coming from me. I'm 5'8" barefoot. Toss some girly shoes on me and i can easily be 5'8 or even 5'11.
Today is watching Baylor's Robert Griffin, III play for the Washington Redskins against the New Orleans' Saints. This should be interesting, and i didn't expect the NFL tail gating to be crazier than the college. After walking three blocks to eat breakfast, I might be wrong about that. These locals are crazy!
Oh, i showed my belly button to get beads from the girl on the balcony. She totally wasn't paying attention and tossed me some. Some guy near me hollered at me for cheating.
As I'm blogging this, six men dressed in Washington attire stumbled down the street singing/yelling/chanting something about RGIII.
And yes, Shaq's picture is sideways. I'll eventually figure out how to correct that via the app.
I took the little kid to Six Flags and did one of those Guess My.....and let them guess her weight. We won a monkey because the gal guessed wrong. So excited.
Of course, my "mature" husband surprise attacked us with it when we were sitting in my chair reading something.
Then, the next thing I know, the monkey is sitting on the kitchen counter (actual pic above) just waiting for a giggle.
It got three.
I should get the Good Sport Award for today. I woke up in the middle of the night throwing up. I hate throwing up with a passion.
Today I was with the daredevil, running or skipping from ride to ride kid that never has a fear of anything. Her sister....shy-ish, quiet, scared, laid back, never in a hurry.
I still have a bit of a headache from some of those rides.
I told her just before we left that I was up in the middle of the night and the sweet girl told me we should stay home, but I couldn't do it. Her sister had "Fish Camp" today at the high school and got to get her schedule. This was supposed to be a Mommy and Little Sister day. I sucked it up.
I'm glad I did. She's such a cheerful, giggly, happy gal with a very contagious carefree demeanor. This was the best sick day ever.
I love my little family.
(And, yes, Mr. Bag Of Nothing, I caught your comment.....no way! That would give Mr. BSG a heart attack! Lol)
... and today I find myself in the library waiting patiently for my little kid to pick out stone books. Alas! We arrive arrived just in time for story hour which just happen to begin with everyone morning in a song of "If You're Happy And You Know It...."
....I think I need to investigate how to turn the picture right side up using the blogger app.
I'll report back.
It's kinda hot out here. The rain over the last couple of days has been really really nice.
I think I got out of the habit of blogging since I had surgery on my wrists for the carpal tunnel.
The wrists are better but I never gained complete strength back. I think the surgeon might have messed up my left one.
I have a major softball tan going on. My feet are blinding white.
The Older Kid In The House is officially the High School Kid Of The House. It's disturbing to realize she'll be taking drivers ed next summer. I may need counseling. I'm already a wreck sending her to that gigantic school full of hormonal boys.
There's some whiny kids at this pool. Would it be wrong to dunk kids that you don't know? If I hear that mom say, "you need to stop that or I'll make you get out" one more time, I might dunk her instead.
I'm listening to This American Life episode 460. It's a retraction podcast they did over one man's false reporting of Apple's factories in China. The guy that originally did the reporting and lied was interviewed again by Ira Glass. Ira Glass is an incredible interviewer.
The High School Kid Of The House is going to band camp next week. She actually said, "This one time... at band camp....." I told her not to repeat that phrase again and when she's 30 I might allow her to watch that movie so she'll understand why!