Friday, January 16, 2009


Soon, I will be underneath the Spanish moss.

Soon, I will be walking through the squares.

Soon, I will be strolling again through endless tombstones.

Soon, I will be succumbed to the smell of pralines.

Soon, I will be drowned by the southern charm.

Soon, I will be perusing the city market.

Soon, I will be hypnotized by the song of Marion on River Street.

Soon, I will be in my own personal paradise.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Hot Girls

While discussing the future...again...I also made Emma cry, but we came to a solution with her. I had told her that all she had to do was have a baby girl when she grew up and she could name her Emma, that way, I would have the grown up Emma and the baby girl Emma. This is when she began to cry and claimed she was not getting married and she was not going to have any babies. Perplexed of course, because, I mean, this is Emma, the five-year-old girl with constant boys on her brain, why in the world would she not want to get married. Not to mention, she loves playing with her baby dolls. I thought for sure she would want to have babies.

"Why don't you want to have babies, Emma?"

"Because it hurts."

"Oooohhhh, well, why don't you want to get married?"

"Because I don't want to have babies."

"Well, Emma, if you don't get married, then you can't have any babies, am I going to have a baby Emma when you grow up if you don't get married and have her?"

"I know," and with that, she turned to the boys and announced, "Boys, boys! You need to grow up and marry a hot girl and have babies and you need to name your baby girl Emma, so that mom can have a baby Emma and a grown up Emma, so go find you some hot girls and marry them."

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I Don't Want to Grow Up

When I was a kid, around 10 or 11 I specifically remember sitting in the floor in front of my closet, playing Barbie's and suddenly being filled with sadness with the realization that one day, I was going to grow up and this would not be acceptable. It would not be okay for me to sit and play Barbie's. I saw no way around it. I couldn't play Barbie's, pretending I was doing something else. Not only would there be no Barbie's, but there would be no stuffed animals either, no Care Jem! It couldn't happen. I had to grow up. I sat in that floor and I cried. I mourned the young me. The young me that was not yet passed away, but in the future would definitely be gone.

Yesterday, I sat with two of my children in my lap. (The oldest one doesn't sit in my lap anymore, he is too cool with his computer games and friends on MY cellphone...but, whatev) Me and the two younger ones were talking about the future. I told Jackson, "I sure am going to miss you when you grow up." He looked at me all confused, concerned really. I realized he was thinking something horrible and quickly responded, "I mean, I am going to miss the little boy Jackson when you are a grown man!"

The little boy Jackson with the soft heart began to cry. "What's wrong?!" I asked, worried that I had upset him.

"I don't want to grow up!", he said, as he swiped the big alligator tears from his eyes, gasping in between sobs.

"Well, why not? You are going to have so many adventures as a grown man, you will have a wife and children....."

"Because! It means that you will die quicker!"

What could I do, but hug him, close to my heart.

I sure do love this little boy Jackson of mine, who loves me so much. Bless his bones.


Sunday, January 04, 2009

Christmas 2008

This about sums it up.....

in more ways than one.......