When Cheating is Fair

The geometry teacher and I volunteered to play games at the pep rally this Friday. We decided, since we were half the age of the first string football players, we could cheat, and after throwing cones, tackling the other side, and unblindfolding ourselves, we won. Go Gators!

Mine

One morning as I was driving up I-10 into a violet-fire sunrise, my heart told me a secret my brain already knew. I am in love with Christopher. Then this weekend under a tangerine-hazy sunset Chris made me want to write entirely in cliches, complete with heart-dotted "i"s. I am the happiest girl in the world, and in eight months it'll be all you-and-me-and-Sam make three, a family.

Of course, I immediately started making plans for the wedding. I would need a parrot applique for the wedding dress, a fire thrower, Star Wars action figures, an Elton-John pianist, a priest, a deacon, a Methodist preacher, a biker with a chainsaw, and a Mexican wedding shirt. (For those of you that know me well, you know that this is not a random, made-up list but an actual (mostly-actual anyway) accumulation of items and people). Immediately, I was thrown off the wedding-planning committee. I'm thinking of it as for the better instead of the worst. C'mon, though, am I the only one that thinks Chris doesn't look excellent in the Jack Black outfit?

Chris is an excellent sport. I figured this out early on, as we had our first date with my entire family. It was supposed to be a double date, but word got out that we were going to a restaurant. Chris actually called for a second date. I should have known right then and there.

Many thanks for the warm wishes and congrats!

Toddler Real World

Amberrific came up with this brilliant idea for a Toddler Real World show.  She took most of the footage and I hacked it together... all that's missing from this video editing is the duct tape. I hope you enjoy. 

Sam Potter

These glasses may officially be my favorite yard sale find. Sam and I are readjusting to Louisiana weather after 10 glorious days in Kentucky, where we splashed, laughed, camped, and relaxed. I think my guardian angel must have been sitting on my shoulder suggesting that we head for the hills this summer. 

I'll write more later. Try not to check back every 30 seconds... the anticipation, I know, will kill you. In the meantime, enjoy this ridiculously nerdy photo of Sam with his sista by anotha motha, Reva.