I'm Not Dead...

Just hot. And tired. And my computer thinks it is being funny, but it isn't. Not. At. All.

I want to import photos so I can show you all the fun we had at the Cherry Festival.

It says, "No!"

I say, "Come on, just let me try....? Please?"

"HA HA HA HA HA. No."

"I would warm up your keys with my editing..."

"Fine, but don't expect much more."

So me and Mr. USB Upload Cord, finally got it together. I, as promised, edited to my heart's content. I even sent off a Happy Birthday/Father's Day to my G'Pa. (A day late, sorry.) And now, NOW, what do you think Blogger has to say about all this??????

"NO."

I'll try again tomorrow. Maybe. (Stupid sassy-pants blogger...)

Kirkbride Buildings

I somehow found this website about the beautiful Insane Asylums based on Dr. Kirkbride's direction. These fortresses are still part of many US cities and towns. They are so amazing and gorgeous. Just part of America's forgotten architecture.

Nine years...

It has been 9 years since I gave birth to this little glow-worm. She was only five days late when my water finally broke, but we had to wait another 27 before she decided to show her squishy little face.

She was so very cute, and a little on the demanding side. She had her days and nights really messed up. (I SO want to look like that again!)
She really enjoyed sleeping on our tummies. She ate every two hours for an hour.
I wouldn't trade any of it. She is my big girl, her daddy's squeaky. My little Lou. I love you. Happy nineth birthday!

TROUBLE

This girl!! She decided to bite her big sister tonight, and left a huge blood blister thing. (Mom, shush!) So she got put in bed and told not to move. So did Emma. Emma may have actually deserved it by the sound of the fighting. Emma came down stairs because she forgot to take her medicine, so of course, Railie followed. She was told not to cross the gate at the end of the stairs and to go back to bed. Yeah, right. "But I want a drink of water!" So I got her some water and gave her the teddy bear, which she snuggled and went to sleep. Right on the pile of laundry waiting to be sorted at the bottom of the stairs.



Why can't they be this sweet all the time?

Look at ME!

These are the most recent pictures of the kids. They were taken for G'ma Bunny's birthday on May 5th. Trying to gut these three to look in the same direction was interesting to say the least.

This is Where I Belong...

I have always wanted to live in New York. I love the hustle and bustle. And the energy. Love it. I don't think I've ever been to Soho, but I want to go visit now... (I'm sure I have technically been south of Houston, but you know.)

You Belong in Soho

Although you may not be a professional artist, you do dabble in one form of art or another. And you indie culture of all kinds - from little boutiques to art house films.

Where Should Your Inner New Yorker Live?

Sooo....

Good blog changes or bad blog changes?