Again.
DH is heading to Louisiana....this time on the 2nd run, instead of the first. Instead of the hurry up and wait for the hurricane, he'll be on the 'clean up' run. Three years ago..... we were live from New Orleans....and there are others after that, if you really want to read.
God, Mayor Nagin, and Anderson Cooper, please bless those folks who decided to stay, those who decided to leave and the Children's Hospital that is going to run business-as-usual through Gustav.
Did I ever tell you the significance of that picture up there? Yeah, the one I put at the top of the page a couple weeks ago when I redid this blog. That was a shot from the New Orleans coastline right before Katrina hit. Freaky and slightly skeery, huh?
Sunday, August 31
Tuesday, August 26
The end of summer
Yesterday marked the unofficial end of summer in our house as the kids went back to school. Neither were too thrilled about this, but off they went. And by the time they got home, both had had pretty good days at school. I'm so proud of them, and so very melancholy at the same time. Both are growing up faster than I care to think about.
I still tend to look at Rotten1 as a young child, immature and irresponsible. And he's not. He's becoming a young man who is much more responsible and thoughtful than I usually give him credit for. He's my baby, without a doubt. And I have to learn to stop treating him like he's 5. I just don't want to admit that my baby is 10 and in fifth grade. As for Rotten2...*sigh* She, too, is growing up. She's still not very responsible....at least, not when I'm around. Probably because I still do way too much for her. And for her brother. But away from me, she's a young lady who normally remembers her manners and doesn't act like her brother is the scum of the earth. Much of the same can be said for Rotten1.
They grow up so fast. So very freaking fast. And I'm so proud of how wonderful they both are. I just don't want to admit that they are on their way to becoming independant, thinking, knowledgable, respectful people.
My babies. No matter how old they are.
I still tend to look at Rotten1 as a young child, immature and irresponsible. And he's not. He's becoming a young man who is much more responsible and thoughtful than I usually give him credit for. He's my baby, without a doubt. And I have to learn to stop treating him like he's 5. I just don't want to admit that my baby is 10 and in fifth grade. As for Rotten2...*sigh* She, too, is growing up. She's still not very responsible....at least, not when I'm around. Probably because I still do way too much for her. And for her brother. But away from me, she's a young lady who normally remembers her manners and doesn't act like her brother is the scum of the earth. Much of the same can be said for Rotten1.
They grow up so fast. So very freaking fast. And I'm so proud of how wonderful they both are. I just don't want to admit that they are on their way to becoming independant, thinking, knowledgable, respectful people.
My babies. No matter how old they are.
Monday, August 18
Changes
Time to make some changes to the ol' blog.......so if stuff goes missing or new stuff appears, don't be alarmed.
Thursday, August 7
And now...it's DH's turn
He couldn't stand it anymore. His ginormous F-250 gas guzzler was killing him. And, it having transmission issues wasn't helping it's case to stay around much. So last night, I took off work early and we picked up DH's 'new' car.
1988 Mustang 5.0 GT Convertible.
White with red interior
Looks something like this........(it's a googled image. I'll take a pic of the car in our driveway soon. And no, I still haven't taken a pic of my Tracker from last month either). His is not in nearly as perfect shape as this, but....
1988 Mustang 5.0 GT Convertible.
White with red interior
Looks something like this........(it's a googled image. I'll take a pic of the car in our driveway soon. And no, I still haven't taken a pic of my Tracker from last month either). His is not in nearly as perfect shape as this, but....
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