25-Apr-2005

First off, appologies to my dear friend Kate Tucker, for not knowing
her maiden name.  Major it is, not Carpenter.  Carpenter,
incidentally, is my friend Ann’s maiden name.  However, I didn’t
know either of them as maidens, so I hope I can be forgiven.

Secondly, get off my husbands back, yo.  If he wants to journal
about cubing and bowling, well then, let him post on with his bad
self.  It is, after all, his very own blog universe.  I’m
sure you’d all be much more impressed if you had actually seen with
your own eyes the solving of a rubicks cube in less than 35 seconds.

Thirdly, Lilly of the Valley.  Not Lilly Pads, not Water Lillies,
not Calla Lillies, not Tiger Lillies.  Lilly of the Valley. 
They’re the best.

Onward and Upward…

So I had some high hopes for this weekend.  Saturday, we were to
go with the aforementioned Kate to an “Italian Festival” in
Independence, Louisiana.  Given the name, we thought, upon arrival
we would find, well, Italian things.  It turns out that what they
meant by “Italian Festival” is “Old musty church with pictures of
Italian Immigrants, and Carnival type thing with booths selling
candles, cyprus furniture and pampered chef.  Now, don’t get me
wrong, I love me some candles, cyprus and chefs.  But seriously,
you can’t just have a plain old fair, and then call it Italian because
you’re selling Lasagna.  Come on.

But, Maya is still the cutest ever.  So, all is well with the world.