Tuesday, May 7, 2013

It's About Time...



There are things in the works. Things that could resurrect this blog and mean I have a very busy summer ahead of me. First things first, I need to post to try to get years-old Mardi Gras pictures off  my front page. Next up, some painting, sewing, writing, and blog redesigning to get this new venture off the ground. More to come soon!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Mardi Gras on my phone this week!

So Saturday was Mardi Gras in Minden and the Croads were out in full force. We walked downtown so we could hurry up and...


wait a little for rides...

And then...


wait a bit more for balloon animals...

And then...



wait a little more...
(Dad there stood in the face painting line no less than 2 hours)

BUT...



We got to have this ladybug fun...

AND


this awesome kitty face 

AND


this festive little Mardi Gras face.

SO then we headed home...


Because it was time for the

PAH-rade.

And we live right on the route!


Throw us something, Mister!!!


I think we had our best haul yet this year.

Check out more cool phone pics at The Lowe Family News!!


Lettin' the good times roll,

Saturday, February 12, 2011

There are places I remember...

There are places in time and space when a person stops and makes a point to pay attention to her surroundings and try to burn the moment with the accompanying emotions into her memory for all time because, good or bad, there is a lesson to be learned by them and committing them to memory will be absolutely necessary for survival in the future... because those moments of enlightenment will pass, and one has to have something to sustain sanity in between...

These bookmarks are things like

a split second of silence during church when you've had the Truth revealed

learning from someone else's mistake

sitting alone at the table in a restaurant while your date is in the restroom and knowing something good is starting

having a ring slipped on your finger during your wedding

realizing you made a mistake you could have avoided if you'd bothered to learn from someone else's

holding your child, not for the first time, but for the first time it doesn't seem like an alien anymore

seeing that child do the right thing even though he doesn't know you're watching

knowing something is over for good

having a really, I mean really, good meal

having it proven to you that you can't die from loneliness

really teaching something for the first time

realizing for the first time that not everyone--and, in fact, hardly anyone anymore-- wants to be taught

finding a like mind

 standing in front of something you thought you'd only ever see in books

leaving a place for the last time

seeing a perfect sunset behind your boyfriend as he gets down on one knee

sharing a fit of laughter that proves honest and true friendship can and does exist

Maybe you live a charmed life and relish every moment. Congratulations. I'm afraid I live more in a state of amnesia as to why I'm here, and I keep this little catalog to remind me every once in a while. Even so, recalling things that make you know better doesn't necessarily make you do better. When I figure that one out, I'll let you know.


Monday, January 31, 2011

Back on the Wagon

It's been a year and half since I lost it all...all my baby weight and even the weight I carried before babies. I was the same size I was in high school (back when I thought I was fat..yeah. right.). It was great, and I kept it up pretty well for about a year and felt it starting to slide. But then, the worst.

Welcome school year 2010-2011.

The school year of 12 extra pounds (and a lot of other unpleasantness). Unacceptable.


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All year I have been saying I'm going to start working out regularly again and eating well again.

But I have visited the school cafeteria too many times, medicated my unrest with chocolate a few too many times, been too exhausted to go to the gym after errands, supper, baths, etc., and then too weak to make myself get up early to work out.

However, five days ago, I started it again. And even though only a few people will probably read this, now that I've said it "out loud" maybe I'll stick to it a little longer. I did it once. I can do it again. And I know I felt better. And I really need to feel better again.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

It's Tuesday Pic Time!

Cue the angel choirs...



It is the Baja salad at Wendy's, the 700+ calorie delight that has captured my fast-food-loving heart.

I had one last week and just had to take a picture of it in all its splendor.

Also, I wore my purple nail polish last week. See it? I luuuurve it.

Eden attended a princess ballerina party this weekend...



And struck a few adorable poses before we left.

What I should have recorded was her performing in front of the mirror at the party.
Eden loves herself. I hope she stays that way.

Finally, here we are at one of the few stores we go to in full force: Michael's.


Notice in picture one we have Little P brewing up some discontent.
Then in picture two, Bobby (without prompting) comes to the rescue to cheer her up.
Good boy.

Not too many pictures taken this week on the phone. Going to try to be more aware this week.


Check out the phone pics linked here at The Lowe Family News!

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Parents of the Year

I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed Tuesday morning to go back to school. I love teaching, but not everything that goes with it. I went, performed, enjoyed it for the most part, and then the final bell rang.

Tuesday is dance day for Eden. Bell rings at 3:10. Dance starts at 3:45. Let the race begin.

It's really not that big of a deal most weeks. One day of having to rush out of school, get home to change, and drop off is nothing to complain about. But this week we also had to attend a school board meeting because of this:


Definitely nothing to complain about there.

All the students of the year of each school in the parish were being recognized, and we had to be there at 6:00.

Dance ends at 5:00. No problem, right?

Problem 1: Eden was in a TERRIBLE, WHINY mood. Tried to refuse to go to dance, but that is not an option.

Sooo, we call grandparents at the last minute to see if they can watch the girls while we attend the meeting and give up on the warm moment of familial pride we had originally intended.

Problem 2: A WalMart trip was necessary before going back to school the next day to buy supplies for the reward store I try to  run.

Sooo, Jim agreed to go with me while Eden is at dance so that we had time to squeeze it in and I didn't have to go late at night.

Problem 3: We promised to sign Bobby and Jules up for soccer on this day over a week ago.

Sooo, we did this at warp speed

Drop off Eden, run out to the rec to register for soccer and go shop for school. Done. 

We are productive. 
We are in control.

Pick up Penny Lane.

Jim drops us all off at home to start changing and is off to pick up Eden right on time.

Then I went to the dryer. To get the shirt I had laundered for this very event. And what happened next put me over the edge...


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Nothing had escaped it.

I was having visions of bologna sandwiches for the next month in order to finance Bobby's new wardrobe. All of his uniforms were in that load. As well as two of his nicer long sleeved shirts, including the one I had planned for him to wear that night. And they all had blue crayon melted all over them.

Bobby stepped into the laundry room and quickly receded. 

"You know I don't use crayons."

"I know. It doesn't matter how,  just that it IS."

And wouldn't you know that this would be the moment to discover Bobby had outgrown every other long sleeved button-up shirt in his closet?

Jim walked in and told me to do the only thing left to do: go buy another shirt right now. So I did. At 5:25 I left to go shop. Made it back by a quarter 'til. Dropped off girls.

Walked into the meeting at 3 minutes 'til 6.

Bobby took his reserved seat; Jim and I had to stand in the back.

And then I became aware...

that I seemed to be the only woman in the room working on 12 hour old make up and no lipstick at all

that my heels were killing me

that we had no plans for supper and really shouldn't eat out...again

that Bobby really needs a haircut

that I had not remembered a camera

and that my phone was almost dead.

I was slipping one shoe at a time off for brief periods to get some relief hoping none of my many bosses in the room would notice and Jim kept lifiting his leg slightly and bending it a little in response to his new bum knee...


I looked around at the other proud parents there to see their own children. They had obviously "gotten ready" for this event. They were smiling and whispering to one another, dressed nicely, beaming, holding their cameras...we were exhausted, unprepared, and looked like we had just survived a natural disaster...

I looked at Jim and we just laughed...

I don't feel the need to live up to others' expectations, and I haven't met a person yet with whom I'd trade lives...mine is much cooler, anyway...

But I did, just this once, decide that no matter what, when Bobby's name was called, I would step forward and take his picture even if it was "pretend." Forgotten camera and dead phone be damned, people would know when his name was called that he was mine and that I had intentions of chronicaling that moment for all time...like any good mother, right?

Right.

Don't judge me.






P.S. My phone stayed on long enough to take three very blurry pictures from far far away. I think I may need to print and frame them...

P.P.S. Soak and wash on warm/hot with vinegar and dishwashing liquid. Crisis averted.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Caroline's Phone is Back!

I've been feeling terrible that I've missed so many Tuesdays linking up at The Lowe Family News! I got the button...and then I got busy. Really busy and preoccupied...and I'm trying to get over that.

Bobby got spy gear for Christmas. He's enlisted Juliet and it's Spy vs. Spy around here all the time:


That actually looks like one of their more friendly arguments.

They've had Eden working on a logo for their spy "firm":


I never saw a logo, but she did a lot of admiring of her own name...

Penny Lane has been getting into any stray markers she finds to do some art of her own.


Like this little green mustache...

Last, but not least, the reason that my preoccupation lately has never been about what's for supper:



Awesome, I know.

Observation: I didn't plan this to include a picture of each member of the family, just worked out that way...and they say I'm not fair!