Monday, April 21, 2008
1. Oak Alley plantation. I loved ALL the plantations, but this one was my favorite. I could have spent the entire trip just touring the plantations and been happy. They all had huge trees, and a lot of history to them. Some of the history may not have been so happy, but it was history, and very interesting history too. Couldn't you just hang out all day looking down at those trees?
2. Jay. He was the best tour guide ever. Very flamboyant! He had a funky southern/creole accent that made him hard to understand, at first, then as you got to know him better, I mean really got to know him, you could hear every word he said clear as a bell. Even Dwight and Tom LOVED him. (Dwight took this photo of Jay, and Dwight only takes pictures of things that he loves. i.e. my behind)
3. Atticus. This particular picture was taken by me. It is Atticus' reaction to being left alone with dear aunt Amy. He clammed up the second he saw his dad walk out of the bathroom though. He is one of the cutest babies of those who have never come out of my womb. And by the end of the trip, he loved me. Plus, he is super squooshy, and it makes him fun to hold and snuggle.
4. The stinky "white" kids pretending to be poor dirty bums. That girl was so talented running a spoon across her wash board. Their song had no tune, and they were all off beat, but I think they were hurricane victims, so Dwight took their picture. There were many of these dorks all over the French Quarter. It was like Kurt Cobain and Seattle all over again.
5. Hanging out with Tom and Katie. If I was going in order of best to worst, this would for sure be at the top. I don't get to spend a lot of time with my sister in-law, we live in different states, and when we get together it is usually in a big group. I had a lot of fun with both of them. And it was especially great to have Katie there because we both had the same interests for this trip. And if she hadn't been there, I would have had to go on the scarey French Quarter ghost tour all alone. Then I would have had to walk all alone through the French Quarter, past all the bums, to get to my car. So thanks for saving my life. I would have probably been raped or something had you not been there with me. You saw my butt... you know it would have happened.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Sorry about this last one, I am going to say it is just from a bad angle. Anyway, my husband is a sicko.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
- Just laugh...
- Tell her that's why you should never lie and then tell her to get back in bed, or sleep in the garage.
- Comfort her and help her think of a way to keep making her friends think she has special powers.
- Tell her to not say anything more, and when her friends call her out on it just say, "What? I was totally joking! You don't think I really thought I had special powers did you?"
Keeping in mind that it was late, I was in the middle of American Idol, I needed to hurry and watch it so I could get to bed and get up at 6:30 the next morning, I thought I gave a pretty good response. I told her #4. Then I told her never to lie again or I would tell everyone the real truth. (which I am already doing right now)
Man I wish my only stress in life was worrying if my friends would find out I didn't have any special powers.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
I was going to throw it away, until I thought of poor Katie and her need for nasty old candy. Fortunately, I am meeting her and Tom in New Orleans this weekend. She is going to be so happy when I bring it for her to snack on, on the plane. That's right! I am saving this for you Katie! Let's just hope and pray my kids don't find it first......seriously. I can't afford a trip to the emergency room right now.