The hips don't lie

Last night, Abbey spent the night at Uncle Stew and Suze's house so her very lucky father could go do this:

Yes, that is a real Superbowl XLIV ring and THE Superbowl XLIV Lombardi Trophy.

Points to Jeremy for showing some restraint, as I would have been weeping sweet black and gold tears of joy and also hugging that trophy as if it were Drew Brees himself. (Earmuffs, Stew. You don't need to listen to that part. Plus, I hear Brees is a big fan of earmuffs.)

Anyway, back to Abbey.

We were watching cartoons and I got up to go get her some juice from the kitchen. As I'm walking across the living room, she tells me "Hey Suze, I like the way your butt moves side to side when you walk."

Maybe I'm the one who should wear the earmuffs.

Wrong or Write

I haven't had very much to say lately. Wait, I take that back. Saying stuff is one thing, but WRITING stuff is a whole different story. Literally.

It's crazy, but for some reason, words that are usually lined up in my head, words that are chomping at the bit for me to type into a coherent thought, amusing anecdote, or organized narrative, are just wandering aimlessly around my brain. They're there, they just can't find a way out and in turn causing a big, frustrating, tangled mess. In fact, they're backing up like tourists trying to cross a crowded intersection. At rush hour. And the sign just won't stop flashing DO NOT WALK.

Bear with me. I'm stuck in a slump. And my words are wearing Hawaiian shirts and fanny packs.

Until the fog clears, here's something that will likely leave you speechless as well:

Who's the crazy one now?

SnoBloggery

#9 - Costanza's

Per the request of my longtime friend Katie, I tried a half ice cream - half coconut. Poor Katie lives in Seattle where snoball stands are nonexistent. Also in Seattle, they call a Coke "a Pop," which is almost as bad. Plus, the weather forecasters there often refer to something called "sunbreaks," wherein if you're lucky, the sun just might poke through the dreariness for a split second and make you realize just how bad you want to move back to Louisiana. Come back Katie!

Sorry. Enough Seattle-bashing for now.

This particular flavor combo was new to me, but was really delightful. Could have used a bigger ratio of coconut to ice cream, but that's just a personal preference. I go to Costanza's fairly regularly because it's on my way home from work. There is ALWAYS a line of people outside, which I've come to realize is a sign that you're gonna get a decent snoball.

What are your favorite snoball syrup combinations? Inspire me!

Happy Birthday Austin Puppy!

Dear Austin,

You were born exactly 9 years ago today.

This is what you looked like at 6 weeks old, the day we brought you home.

You've been through an absurd amount of your fair share of ups and downs during your life.

You got big really fast. Here's you at only 2 1/2 months.

Then you broke your tibia. That was fun not fun. One day I will devote an entire chronicle to telling that story.

Then you moved across the country with us. This too, one day, will be chronicled.

Then this happened. In fact, many things happened that I have yet to chronicle. But I will. Ohhhh, I will.

Then you got really big and thought nothing of regularly crushing me under your 108 lbs.

Then you became a vegetarian. Not really. But you love to eat watermelon. And pumpkins. In fact, we let you carve your own every Halloween.

Then you went through some odd phases. Here's your redneck phase.

And your cowboy phase.

And your topless phase.

You are such a good boy. You haven't always been. But you are now. Not only do I love you, but I genuinely LIKE you.

Love,

Mama

All you can art

I got bit by the creativity bug and came up with the bright idea to paint a little something for my Brotherford B. Hayes (Jeremy) for Father's Day.

I present to you...my work of ahhhhht.

Please keep in mind that I took complete, unashamed artistic license with this rendition of the New Orleans skyline. In no way are any of these buildings located in this configuration. Except for maybe the proximity of the New Orleans Arena to the giant grey cupcake Louisiana Superdome.

At least the Crescent City Connection has sexy legs, thankyouverymuch.

Can you hear me now?

You know how sometimes you're driving along and then your cell phone starts ringing and so you do a one-handed rummage through your purse and when you are unsuccessful at locating said phone you think to yourself, "Oh, I must have left it at home,"?

Meanwhile, you still hear the phone ringing. YET YOU ASSUME IT IS STILL AT HOME.

What? You don't?

Oh. Me either.