March 29, 2007
March 28, 2007
I was looking for a Blogthing to post, because the well done run DRY over here, y'all, and I happened upon this:
|Your Theme Song is Back in Black by AC/DC|
Things sometimes get really crazy for you, and sometimes you have to get away from all the chaos.But each time you stage your comeback, it's even better than the last!
So, apologies all around, dear reader(s?). I seem to have checked out this past week, but I'm back now, and, apparently, ready to RAWK. We'll see.
That said, here's something I've been pondering: Do the waving Uncle Sams and Statues of Liberty standing in front of tax places make you want to stop there and get your taxes done? How about the waving oil change guys? And, more importantly, when did this become THE go-to method of advertising for these places? I just think it's so random. And sad. I guess I can ALmost understand the tax places, what with the costumes and all, but Jiffy Lube? You know those poor bastards dread having to leave the comfy confines of the garage for two hours of sandwich board duty. Maybe it's just me.
Speaking of me, if you ever wanted to scare the shit out of me, kidnap me and take me to this.
P.S. And if ANYone can tell me how to keep stupid Blogger from screwing up my spacing every friggin' post, I'd be ever so thankful.
Update: Ok, so I DO totally rock, Back in Black, and all that. I just edited my template my ownself and fixed that shit. For reals, y'all. Me, who doesn't know Html from a hole in the ground. Suck on that, stupid Blogger.
March 21, 2007
March 19, 2007
- We spent the first three nights at my grandmother's house near Galveston. Highlights included rolling around in her bluebonnet-filled yard, strolling through one of TWO cemeteries(!) down the street from her house, eating entirely too much food, and taking Peach to see this. Quite wonderful, BTW. I also completely organized my cousin's nursery for her 3 month old twins. How can such little people have SO many clothes?
- We spent the next two nights at my cousin's new country house in Round Top. Highlights included rain, playing every board and card game known to man, rain, eating entirely too much food, cleaning up muddy dog prints, and, let's see, what else? Oh yes, rain.
- We spent the last three nights lounging about Casa de Bone, which was lovely. Highlights included my first SXSW event in forfrigginever with Karla May and T-Bone, getting Peach her first real haircut by someone other than my mom, prepping another huge ass flower bed in the front yard, and eating entirely too much food.
Can't you just picture the lil' buckaroo snoozing in the crib? My SIL and I have similar taste, and she was very tolerant of my insistence that my nephew have a cowboy room. She was happy to put her swollen feet up for a while and let me go crazy, and she and my brother both were thrilled with the result. We're still shy the real bookcase and chest of drawers that are on the way, a twin bed for the tired mama, and a rug, but other than that, that girl is sufficiently nested.
In other news, they told us the baby's full name, and I am pleased to announce that my brother strayed away from the tradition in my dad's family of naming first born sons after their dads. My parents didn't fall for it either, and while being a "Jr." is not a bad thing necessarily, my dad's "people" don't call anybody "Jr.," they call them "Little," or, more accurately, "Lil." And thus, the dads are called, yes, "Big." My dad is one of five kids, so I have 17 first cousins, and here's just part of the roster: Big Johnny, Little Johnny, Big Dave, Little Dave, Big Mike, Little Mike, Big Robby, Little Robby, Big Tommy, and Little Tommy. And mind you, some of these Littles are over 40. Also, my grandmother had a brother called "Son." I grew up thinking his name was really "Sonny," but it was Joe. And his wife's name was PeeWee. And guess what - she wasn't.
March 17, 2007
March 16, 2007
- a very special lady
- currently implementing a grassroots distribution plan
- aware of the unnatural goings on in the house
- running for class president against Shannon (that bitch)
- on assignment counting bathrooms for the property pages
- the premier digital photographer in Sacramento
- the youngest member of the squad, also known as "Luny"
- currently working on "a treasury of Viking designs"
- a folksinger and historian who has performed with my band at Civil War reenactments and other events nationwide
- slowly budding into the top point guard in my class
And just to be clear, I am NOT a hyphenate.
March 9, 2007
March 6, 2007
You Will Not Be a Cool Parent
And that's pretty okay. While your kids may not think of you as a friend, they will respect you.You know that kids need discipline and structure, and you're not afraid to give it to them.Just be careful that your strictness doesn't lead to rebellion.It's good to have standards and rules, but you don't need to have an iron fist when enforcing them.
March 4, 2007
In other (hopefully more interesting? entertaining?) news, I was cray-zee busy last week with the big GGMS gala, which was a huge success Friday night. Those hippies can really throw down some cash, y'all. Which means that los ninos will soon be enjoying a brand new, totally tricked out playground, and one kind soul will be relaxing in the two porch chairs I supervised the painting of for the last month. Peach's class did an excellent job, and the chairs fetched $900 - of course, it coulda been the booze and the late hour of the auction, but whatever. They were cute.
Wednesday was Peach's much belated and anticipated "birthday circle" at school. The birthday kid sits in the middle of the circle, on a footstool, and then the rest of the kids "fill their hearts with love and give accolades to the honoree." First, the birthday kid gets to light a big candle while the others sing, and in her excitement, Peach blew on the candle so hard, the wax splattered all over her face. Thank God for the glasses. OK, so it was really just little bits here and there, and she shook it off and took her place on the footstool. Which she immediately fell off of. SO her mother's daughter. Again, it was a footstool, not a real sitting stool, and, again, this was the MUCH anticipated birthday circle. So shit happens. And I caught the whole show on video.
The kids were so adorable and so earnest in their accolades, it was really fun to see. Apparently, Peach is good friend, a willing helper, and the first to respond anytime someone is injured. Also, she is funny and "always full of smiles." Several of the older kids told her that "seven is a really great age," and the teachers both commented on her love of learning and wonderful spirit. Even Olive piped up with, "Happy Birthday, Peach. I hope you have a great big sister. Happy Birthday."
I spent the better part of yesterday down for the count - not exactly the brew flu, just a nice dull pain in the old tum-tum - so I caught up on my stories on the television while T-Bone wrangled the children. Today the weather is faboo, so I'm on the mend and off to weed, weed, and weed some more. After tossing around about 8 lbs of bluebonnet seeds from my grandmother's garden last year, we may actually have a few blooming here in a bit. And with any luck, we'll have a new (and final!) flower bed up front and a lovely lacebark elm to complete the tableau. Doncha just love spring?