Wednesday, September 21, 2011

For the love of all that is Good and Holy...


Oh, sweet Baby Jesus.
I'm scared. 
Somebody hold me.



And secondly...Kids, THIS is why you do not ever get so drunk that you pass out in the presence of other people. 

And you just may deserve it.


Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Motivation

I've got a lot going on right now, and woke up totally unprepared for a School Board meeting today.
Which I may have only just remembered yesterday.


So you can appreciate the timeliness of this post, which I received in an email upon opening my computer this morning!

NOW I'm ready to tackle this day!!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

All Creatures Great And WHOAAA!!!!

It is possible that I'm developing a full blown obsession for owls.




He is freaking fabulous.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Minnie Pearl?

Was it Minnie Pearl who used to wear a hat with the price tag hanging off it??

This is how my kid came home from school the other day.
Apparently nobody thought to tell him it was there. So I didn't either.

 I did, however, photograph it.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Where were YOU?

I was a Stay-at-home Mom, with a 7 month old. We were lazily moving through our morning routine of breakfast, chores, bath when the tv broke into whatever show was on (Regis?) to announce the news of the first plane.

My first thought: Where the F$%# is Daddy??????
(My Father spends more time in the air, on a plane, than any person on this Earth. And he had, in fact, taken that morning cross-country flight to LA the day before.)

Within minutes, my phone lines, booth house and cell, began jingling.

Once we ascertained that he was NOT on that flight, I sat in stunned silence and watched the horror unfold.
At first, I cursed whatever stupidity had caused that plane, or that pilot, to fly into a fricking building forGod'ssake...but when I saw the second plane, I understood.

Being the daughter of an Aviation Safety Specialist educates you in ways you don't think about consciously. It is the very reason I will not fly today. (Though, again, my Father is in the air more than he is on the ground.)

The rest of the day was spent in stupefied horror, watching the events play out like a horror movie. I never moved from the couch. The baby nursed almost all day.

I remember thinking that I should be there. I remember thinking that if I didn't have this baby, and it had been Boston, I would have been there.

I remember talking to former colleagues in Boston later that day, who expressed much the same sentiment; we all ached to be there, to get our hands busy, to help out, to do something.
I remember thinking how strange it was to be that person, who sat safely on her sofa with her 7 month old baby in her arms, and (secretly) wished to be at Ground Zero.
I remember being relieved that there were people who felt as I did.
I remember understanding that the policemen and firefighters who were lost in those buildings that day felt that way, too.

I remember.
I will never forget.