Monday, June 18, 2007


Token, the cutest dog in the world, laughing at me trying to take his picture.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Favorite Pic

This is one of my favorite pictures of me as a kid. I remember it pretty well. My dad was stationed in New Orleans at the time (shore duty). We were living in Algiers in a double barreled shotgun. I can recall my mom setting my hair the night before with socks instead of rollers because they were easier to sleep on. I recall disagreeing with that assessment that next morning.

If I remember correctly, this was first grade. The fetching outfit I am wearing was one my mother made. Love the pintucks on the bodice.

Dance lessons - tap, ballet and acrobat (now called gymnastics). Mrs. Roebishaw lived in the other half of our shotgun and she made squash that I loved. Have yet to find a recipe like it - imagine a 6 year old liking yellow squash. My little brother was born while we were in New Orleans. Being able to walk down to the corner store for the first time, like the other big kids. Getting the measles - 3 times in one year and giving them (accidently) to my little sister (3) and my 6 week old brother.

Just some memories I wanted to share along with the picture.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Happy Birthday Sis

Today is my sister's 49th birthday. Sherry lives in Tuscon, Az and told me that I had to say something nice since it was her birthday.

Something nice.

She says new experiences are good for me.

This is a picture of her when she was only a month old. I believe this was taken right about the time I discovered turning over her crib - with her in it - was lots of fun.

Sherry and I have fought since the day mom and dad brought her home from the hospital and I tried to convince them to take her back and leave her there. They would not - so I did the 3 year old equivalent of "let the war games begin".

But through all our fights, our slammed doors, the ripped off outfits, the love between us has endured, deepened, and grown stronger. I know that she is just a phone call away and if needed, she would be on the road to me , where ever I am, no questions asked. Ditto for me to her.

Happy Birthday Sherry. Next year - the big 50 awaits and you only have a year to plan that party.