Priceless!

For those of you who know me well, you know how I feel about my son. He has me wrapped around his finger. He has to wake up at 6:30am every day to go to school with me where he plays in the day care until I take him to afternoon kindergarten. Everyday when I wake him he says, "Why are you waking me up in the middle of the night!" He is so patient with me and my job and the fact, as he put it last night in the van, "There are too many girls in this family!" (This kid needs a brother. Be patient, little man. All in good time.) Anyway, the other day I woke him up and he got right up, put his clothes on. I was shocked. I went to get dressed and came back to see what the shoe and sock status was for the morning and found him like this. He is sitting on top of the heat vent.

Priceless.

The "S L A B's" in concert, One NIGHT ONLY . . .!

Here we are, in our first official photo shoot. This evening was inspired by stress. These three women have had some stress in their lives as of late, and there's nothing like banging away on the drums to relieve said stress. Liz is inspiringly(I don't really think that's a word, but you know what I mean) good on the guitar. Bonnie rocks the mic and Syd is our drummer. (As you can probably tell, we didn't get a whole lot accomplished with Bonnie on drums). And, we were retarded for a minute and had to do "Band on the Run" like four times before we weren't booed off stage. And the costumes, well, I went to Wally to make us shirts with our band name and ran into these. And they sparkled. And I had to buy them. I mean, you have to have glitter to be in a band for hell's sake! Big shout out to RyLeigh who helped us all night long pick songs and change our difficutly level. The average age in this group was like 43ish, (that's if you average the three former D'ettes with the young, prettier version of them all. I'm actually guessing on that average because I have no idea how to really average it). Anyway, we were stupid and RyLeigh had to help us.

I love our band! And I love my band members. "Rock on, Rock on, today!"

D'ette's? What the . . .

Three of my favorite people on this planet. We took this in honor of all three of them, at one time or another, being D'ette's. I hear endless discussions of the splits and how they could never get all the way down, blah, blah, blah. They've goe some great arm action going on though.

American Airlines Flight 1980 . . .

American Airlines Flight 1980 with service to Dallas Fort Worth and on to Charles De Gaulle airport in Paris. Does that not sound like a flight you would hear about on the news crashing nose first into the pacific ocean, killing all on board?
That's my flight number to Paris on June 21st, at 11:45 am.