A Link and Two Photos

Yeah, not very creative, I know.

I have Monday and Tuesday and next Friday off. Light is out of school on Mon and Tues and on Fri, she has a field trip that I wanted to go on, so I'm looking forward to next week.

On Tuesday, she is going to the eye doctor. She seems to be having problems seeing the board at school. Since literally EVERY ONE in our family has glasses, it's inevtible. I just wanted to hold off for a few more years.

Oh, well, at least she looks cute in glasses. At least she looks cute in mine when she tries them on.

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The Flip Flop Queen posted a new blog post over at Flip Flops in the Sun.

Go check it out. It's really cute and fun. I had post it for her this morning but she told me what to say and how to post it.

Bossy little thing!

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Here's a pic of Nikki taken last night.

She's still a dream dog.


And here's my favorite little man, Max. The original dream dog.

What have y'all got planned for the weekend? Anything fun?

Later,

Who Loves Strawberries?

Why, I-55 does, of course.

Mom thought she was hallucinating when she saw giant strawberries traveling up I-55 Monday afternoon.

Yeah, I'm being lazy with my posts. All photos, all week. I have surprises lined up all next week while I'm visiting the Mouse's house.

Later,

Mama Dawg

WTF?

Yeah, that's on some guys ass.

Who has this much TIME on their hands?

Later,

Mama Dawg

'Tis the Season

Wonder what LOML is up to now that school's out for the summer?

No clue.

Later,

Mama Dawg

Totally Random Post For Like The 541st Time

Normally I do a photo on Fridays, but I'm tapped out right now on photos I want to share.

So, you get a totally random useless post.

This morning on the way into work, I heard a song I have not heard in AGES!!!!! And I had totally forgotten about it.

It put such a smile on my face.

Here's a vid. It's just a vid with the song playing and the lyrics running across the screen, so there's not much there visually.






Here's a random sampling of crap that I've twittered recently.



I keep telling you people I have useless info in my head, but no one seems to believe me. Or if you do, you choose to overlook it.



"I got Rick rolled by my own iPod. Dammit!"



"I look like a freakin' Muppet w/my shaggy hair & I had a piece of glitter on my chin. Such is my life. Sigh...*closing eyes in exasperation*."



"I always get all warm inside whenever I win a game of Klondike on my iPod & all the Kings clap & holler & cheer for me & my win! Yay me!"



"Whenever I listen to "Give It Up To Me" I always forget I'm a white southern chick instead of a black Jamaican man. I heart you Sean Paul!"



"chasing dragons with plastic swords"....futility at its best.



"reggae always reminds me of drinking raspberry beer and painting at Virginia's house while her dogs drove us mad. Ahhhh...I miss those days."



"How is it possible for there to be "Too Many Fish in the Sea"? Have you seen the sea? It's frickin' HUGE!"



"Oh, Uncle Kracker, you can eat crackers in my bed anytime. As long as you sing "Aces & 8's" to me while making crumbs."



"I'm in such a Rizzo mood today."



"Kid Rock, when you sing "Fat Bottomed Girls" I so want be your bitch!"



"Psssttt....don't tell the Baptist Nazis I work for, but I'm listening to "Closer" by NIN on my iPod. Shhh......."



"Answer me this, what does Elvis mean when he sings "like the one-eyed cat, peepin' in the sea-food store"?"



"Blinded by the light, wrapped up like a douche" so nice 2 know that someone @ least is wrapping up their sanitary products, even if it's men."



"Have you noticed that I'm only funny in my own head? No?"



"It's been-a-fish-you-air-eeee.....not been-a-fish-you-ware-wee....silly woman."

And, I did manage to find a photo I wanted to share. It's actually over there on the right side of my blog, but here it is larger.

She got to order 21 BOOKS from the scholastic book order forms and she was ecstatic! Here they are all spread out!

What are your plans for the weekend? Anything exciting planned?

Later,

Mama Dawg

Totally Unserious Post

This is a totally random photo post.

Why, you ask?

Cause I can.

Don't make me bust out the age old question about a dog and his balls. Seriously, don't.

I like this photo. It's a baby slug that landed on my shirt after I did some yard work. Isn't he sweet? Don't you just want to pinch his wittle cheeks?

Do slugs have cheeks? Are they some of the critters they do make-up testing on? If so, are there applicators tiny enough to swipe the cheeks? What season do you think a slug is?



On a totally non-make-up related issue.....the inner psychopath in me just wanted to dump a shitload of salt on him to watch him melt.

I'm going to hell for sure.


See, here's my punishment for that thought.

No, really, that's just a random Disney pic I had in a folder. Like my pirate bandana? I went pirate themed that day. Luckily that was the day I got to see the Pirate Tutorial. I was ready, y'all.

Unfortunately, no one told me they only pick kids for the tutorial. I wasted all that pirate lovliness for nothing.

Pirates suck.

No they don't. They rule.

Hey, you know what would be cool? An Irish pirate! Even better, a female Irish pirate! I'd call her Molly. And she'd have red hair and a big bosom. And a laugh like a drunk lumberjack. And I'd be her parrot sidekick.

That would be cool.

Remember when I told you I know how to shop?

Yeah, I wasn't lying.

This past weekend, Old Navy was having a sale that gave you 50% off the lowest clearance price.

The most I paid was $6.50 for a pair of suede shoes for LOML. The least I paid was $1 for a pair of shorts.

This entire lot pictured below is worth, at full retail price without tax, $130.50.

Guess what I paid? Guess.

Seriously, play along here. Guess.

Nope.

No to that, too.

I paid $28.25 before tax.

How's that for shopping? It's a pair of shorts, a skort, a skirt, 2 shirts, a tank top, a summer sweater tank and two pairs of shoes.

Yeah, I rock.

Later,

Mama Dawg

My Raisins Are Mocking Me

I was sitting here eating a box of Sun-Maid raisins and noticed that when you lift the lid, the little flap that tucks into the box says “Work hard. Play fair. Sleep well.”


I didn’t think much about it at the very second I read it. It just kind of made me smile and I went back to reading blogs working.

A little time goes by and I start thinking about this “advice” from my box of raisins.

I started to get pissed.

Who the hell does this so-called “Sun-Maid” think she is to give me advice on my life?

I mean, for God’s sake, she’s a cartoon “maid” on a box of raisins. There’s some big Aztec-y looking sun type symbol behind her and she’s wearing a red bonnet that’s loosely tied ‘neath her chin.

First of all, honey, that look went out like in the 1800’s. Get with the program. Cut your hair, put some product in it and ditch the bonnet. That bright red lipstick does nothing for your complexion and your eyebrows need plucking.

Second of all, all you do is stare vapidly out into space from a box of raisins. When have you ever worked hard?

As for play fair? I don’t think so. I get the feeling you’re a cheater at Monopoly. You probably slip yourself a few extra $20’s when you’re playing the banker. Yeah, you do. I can see the guilt in your eyes from here. Not only that, but you totally sell yourself as a “healthier snack” than other crap out there in the stores. You’re 130 calories for 1.5 ounces of dried grapes. I need to eat like 5 of you in order to satiate any hunger I might be feeling between breakfast and lunch. That’s like 650 calories just for a snack.

No, my dear, you don’t play fair.

As for sleep well?

Yeah, it’s time to call the cops on your smiling raisin sun-maid ass. There’s no way you could know that unless you were peeking in my windows at night.

And last I checked, that’s illegal.

I do have a question for you though. How did you get by the amazing Barking Max? He barks at his shadow or if the wind blows in from the North. He totally would have busted you. Ninja like skills you must have, princess. Ninja like skills.

I think you should go back to what you’re good at and leave the advice giving career alone. You’re not any good.

Later,

Mama Dawg

P.S. When did they decide to put the California Raisin on the top of the box while little Miss Vapid is on the cover? The double pop culture references are making me a little dizzy.

The Real Me

Okay all you people out in blogland.

I need your opinion on something.

I'm about to show you pics of the real me.

Naked (not really....I mean in a vulnerable way).

I got a new hair cut and some glasses as well as a new outfit.

Tell me what you think.






Shit, that's a bad picture. Let me try again.

Dammit, Max, get out of the picture!

Ahhhhh, finally. A full length body shot.

Be honest, tell me what you think.

Below is the Wii Me real me.

Do those shorts make my ass look big?

No? Thanks!

Later,

Mama Dawg

Happy (Late) Halloween!

Ok, so I'm way late on this. Sue me.

Now it'll all be fresh in your minds instead of being blasted with others Halloween pics.

See, Ma, procrastination has it's advantages.




This here's Light of my Life getting all the pumpkin guts out. I love the look on her face.

It's our tradition that she draws the face on the pumpkin (no matter what it comes out to look like after carved) and I carve it. Thank goodness she's gotten better over time.



Here's the end result. Isn't it AWESOME! She rocks!!!!! I also love this picture.



Our little community has an event on the square every Fall and it's always near Halloween. Here's Light of my Life visiting the Fortune Teller. Look closely at her face. You can see how enthralled she is with what she's telling her. Light of my life was totally believing the fortune teller, too. The fortune teller told her "I bet you're a dancer" and Light of my Life was sooooo impressed. She totally forgot (and I didn't correct her) that she was wearing a dance costume as her costume for this event! LOL! I love my little girl.



Ahhhh...here's her costume on Halloween night. This is a homemade costume y'all. And when I say homemade, I mean I tossed a bunch of shit together and called it a costume.

Last year, after Halloween, Wal-Mart was selling all their Halloween stuff for like 75% off. I got 5 pairs of fairy wings for like $1.50 each. This is one of the pairs.

The "dress" is actually a camisole type teenager shirt that I got at the Methodist Rummage Sale for $1. It was pink, but I dyed it purple (thanks RIT dye!).

The purple tights and black boots and black shirt are all hers.

I did her hair up in two separate buns and added flowers and ribbons.

My mom did her face. See the pic below for a close-up. And yes, she decided on that post all by herself. No help from me was needed. She's stretching her dramatic wings. Lord help me.



Look at that make-up job.

By the way, the wings came off and stayed off about halfway through our excursion.

Typical. LOL!



One of the houses we visited had this guy dressed up. He was running around the yard chasing the kids while revving up his chainsaw. Light of my Life and her friend L had a blast.



Here's part of their decorations. I love this!



This is hands down, my favorite Halloween picture! Some random girl getting her SCREAM on as the real life guy in a costume in a REAL LIVE coffin jumped out at her! I love the look on her face. Priceless!



Here's some glasses Light of my Life got as part of her haul. I think they're hysterical!

Next year we've decided to have a Halloween party at our house the weekend before Halloween. I'm dressing up as a vampire and Light of my Life has decided she wants to be my vampire daughter. We're gonna RAWK! (that's for you MAW)

So, how was your Halloween?

Later,

Friday Foto Finish Fiesta

My homes.

As we were driving to go to New Orleans for a visit with friends, we swung through my old hometown and walked down memory lane.



This is the house I lived in when my mom and dad brought me home from the hospital. I, of course, don't remember it. We moved from here when I was two.




This is the house I lived in from two til eleven. I LOVED this house. I LOVED this neighborhood. I have so many good memories here. I had a wonderful childhood. Not too long after we moved, the city I grew up in started to deteriorate and I was so disappointed to hear about this. However, for some reason, this neighborhood is still hanging in there and doing good. The house looks a little different (when we lived there, there was no pink painted on it, just slate blue). Also, the mailbox was located on the other side of the street. That tree that I planted 22 years ago? Yeah, it was a free one that they gave us at school for Arbor Day. It's MASSIVE now. I wish they still did things like that.


This is our house in Florida. Please excuse the obvious camera in the picture. I was taking a picture of a picture through glass. Anyway, even though it was my teenage years, I still have good memories of this house as well. It's such a typical Florida house. Last time we were in Florida, we drove by it and it's now painted yellow. How that got by the Homeowners Association, I'll never know.



This is our house in New Orleans. Again, excuse the camera in the picture. That's my mom walking back to the house. We were decorating for Mardi Gras and had walked across the street to check on the decorations from the street. This is where Light of my Life came after she was born. She still misses the house and to a degree, so do I. But, I still love where we live now, much better. This was the one that was damaged in Katrina.



This is our current house. Of course, the dumpster is no longer there. That was there to clean out the house before I moved in. The previous tenant left it in a COMPLETE and UTTER MESS. Destroyed furniture and the floors. Thank goodness for elbow grease and a landlord that knows how to fix crap.

The porch needs to be jacked up on the right and it needs to be repainted and the shutters re-done, but that's on the landlords "to-do" list. What you don't see is the tons and tons and tons of land surrounding this house. To date, this is my favorite place to live. Funny, it's the smallest and the one that gives me the most problems, but, there's just something about it. It's......home.

If you wanna join in, please head on over to Candid Carrie's for more photo phun.

Later,

Mama Dawg...The Drug Mule

Did I ever tell you about my time as a drug mule?

No?

Hmmmmm….how I missed tell you guys about that, I’ll never know.

Anyway, it was back in 1995.

Yep, the year I graduated high school.

As I’ve mentioned here before, I used to work for Disney World.

I started in February of 1995 during my senior year of high school.

I met a fabulous girl there. I called her Mimi. Her real name is not Mimi and because I love her so, I will not reveal her real name here.


(that's me and Mimi)

Nevertheless, Mimi is Puerto Rican.

It’s important you know that…seriously…it has some bearing on the story.

Anyhoo, sometime during that summer, Mimi and I decided to visit my aunt, uncle and step-cousin in New Orleans. It was normally a 10 hour road trip but this being our first road trip and all, it took a lot longer than that…naturally.

No, we didn’t get lost.

We stopped to go shopping in an Antique Mall somewhere in BFE Florida or George or somewhere near those states.

Could have been Alaska for all I know. (Hi! Sarah…nice caribou!)

Before we left, we had decided to swing through Jackson, MS to visit my dad and step-mom.

Since we were in the neighborhood and all, you know.

At that time, I was driving my Teal Mobile. We had the car full of crap. You know, necessary things. Bathing suits, clothes, hair stuff, shoes, snacks, drinks, etc…..

I made the incredibly smart decision to drive the WHOLE WAY.

Mimi offered, but I declined.

Cause I’m a good friend that way.

After driving FOREVER, we finally get on 49 in Mississippi.

Anybody that knows Mississippi knows that this is known as COP CORRIDOR.

It’s dark and I all of a sudden see these swirly lights in my rearview mirror and I pull over like a good law-abiding citizen.

This big huge good ol’ boy swaggers out of his tiny clown car sized cruiser (that’s how big he was) and mosies on over to my window.

After staring at his rather immense crotch (which was approximately 10 inches from my nose) for about 5 whole minutes, he finally leaned down and asked me for my papers. After he reviewed them for what seemed like hours, he asked me some incredibly stupid questions like “So, you’re name is (insert my real name here)? You’re from Florida, huh?” All this after looking at my DRIVERS LICENSE from the state of Florida.

I’m all “WTF” (inside my head, of course). I answer his questions and watch as he walks all around my car peering inside.

Mimi is in the passenger seat and had been sleeping but was woken up by the commotion.

The cop finally asks me to step outside and makes me walk to the back of my car while he asked me the same stupid questions AGAIN!

He finally asks me if I had been drinking and when I answered negative, he leaned in close to me. I can only guess it was to try to sniff out any alcohol fumes from my breath.

He told me he pulled me over for weaving on the road. When I explained to him that I was tired from my long trip, he finally, sweet lord in heaven, finally let me go with a warning.

An hour or so later, we’re right on the outskirts of the city my dad lives in off of 1-20 when I get pulled over again.

This time, no swirly lights. Just a siren and a white non-descript truck.

This was before we got all those warning e-mails about fake cops pulling women over, so again, like a good citizen, I pulled over.

This time, the obviously undercover cop gets me out of the car first thing and asks to see my license.

He, at least, was a smart one. He just looked at me, looked at the license, looked at me again and asked me if I knew why he pulled me over.

I said, “Well, the last cop pulled me over for weaving”.

He didn’t find that funny.

He did say that that why he pulled me over.

He then asked me where I was going and I told him. I explained we were only 20 minutes or so from my dad’s place and that I was really, really tired.

He then asked me if I had someone in the car. When I gave him her name, he got all bright eyed and started walking around the exterior of my vehicle.

This whole time, I’m finding all this incredibly weird and I can’t figure out the strange behavior.

He finally comes back around after talking to Mimi in the car and lets me off with a warning.

We continue on til we get to my dad’s house.

After we get there and we relax for a bit, I explained the cops weird behavior to my step-mom and dad.

They started laughing and told me that I was a suspected drug mole.

When I asked what that meant, they said that even though they pulled me over for weaving, they probably already had me in their sights due to the following:

I was driving a sports car
I had Florida plates
I was a young female

When they pulled me over and saw that I had a Puerto Rican in the front with me, that furthered their suspicions.

It turns out, the routes I was driving was apparently the drug corridor haven for drug mules going from Texas to Florida or vice versa.

Who knew?

Just so you can get an idea of how much I love Mimi, here’s a picture of us from a trip to Six Flags.



She Rocks!!!

Later,

Here's the Answer

I'm the one on the left. Can't you tell by the sassy cock of my hip (hee, hee, I said cock) that that's ME?

A couple of years ago, I was playing around on the net and googling people that I went to school with and discovered that the girl in the middle...Sarah...is this person.

I should have guessed. She was always thoughtful and artistic in school. I just never knew she had that kind of passion in her life.

I feel so inadequate compared to the things she's done with her life (not really, but she does seem to be operating on a higher plane than I). I mean, she's been interviewed by NPR, for eff's sake!

But, I admire her.

I lost track of the other girl. Her name is Heather and she moved to Georgia when we were freshmen.



Here's another gratuitous shot of me from the 8th grade. Yeah, I know...shut up!



Congrats to Vicky (although she doesn't count since she knows me), Jennifer, Rhea and Stephanie for guessing correctly. Too bad I have nothing to give you except for props for getting it right!

Later,

Electric Youth

Ahhhhh.......youth.

What a wonderful thing.

I grew up mostly in the 90's. I was 13 when 1990 rolled around and I graduated from high school in 1995.

I was soooooo boy crazy. And, once upon a time, they were crazy for me, too.

I dated....a lot. I mean, crazy a lot. I never kept a boy around for more than 2 weeks.

I loved growing up in the 90's. I lived in Orlando at that time. Actually, outside of Orlando, but close enough.

I lived in the suburbs.

You know, every third house had the same floor plan. Oh, sure, on the outside it was pale blue or pale peach or pale green, but the inside....the same.

Despite the cookie cutter aspect of the neighborhood, I loved it.

I was able to walk to school. Both middle school and high school.

I had friends.

I loved the trends of the 90's.

I loved the sights of the 90's.

I loved the music of the 90's.

I was a 90's girl all the way.

I can remember loving Debbie Gibson. Remember her?

She had some good hits, y'all.

She also put out a perfume.

I LOVED that perfume.

I only ever had one bottle of it.

But I used it all up.

You know how sometimes, a scent can take you back...way back?

Even though Electric Youth is no longer manufactured (I think...God, I hope), there are some perfumes or lotions out there that resemble it enough that if it's wafting through the air at some mall or a fair or at a concert, it takes me back to middle school.

The tears, the heartbreak, the laughter, the sleepovers, the secrets, the passing notes in the hallway.

It takes me back to a gentler time. Of course, it's only gentler cause I'm looking BACK on it. I'm sure if you asked me back then if life was rough, I would have responded with a "Heck yeah!"

There are some days I miss those easier times.

I'll leave you with a very badly taken photo. It's actually a photo of a photo.

See the "lovely" trends of the 90's?

Guess which one's me.



Later,

Happy Third Birthday, Katrina! Part 7

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6

This is the last part. It's sort of a tie-up post, if you will.

The next year is mostly about living in Flowood, keeping sane and dealing with insurance issues.

We did have insurance that paid for everything. So, we were lucky in that regard.

We found an apartment in Flowood, MS and I worked at our local office there. Light of my life started kindergarten in late September and pulled off straight A's the whole year.

She attended counseling once a week as did the rest of the Katrina evacuees that put down temporary roots in Flowood. I think we were one of the only families that stayed the whole year. Most headed back as soon as they could, but since we had no where else to live, we stayed. Plus, I wasn't uprooting her during all this heartache. It would have been too much and too confusing.

We met lots and lots of lovely people while evacuated. Everyone welcomed us with open arms, open hearts and open wallets. We were given lots of toys and a fake Christmas tree by the secretary of the school she attended.

My girls over at my Yahoo groups came through the most of all. They were what kept me sane throughout most of this.

They might not know it and I'm not sure how many I thanked, but they were lifesavers and caregivers and humanitarians all rolled into a great group of women. They sent Target gift cards, toys, clothes, books, games, etc....for light of my life and myself.

We received money from the Red Cross to help us get on our feet.

We received some money from FEMA.

We received items to help us set up the apartment by some ladies that lived where we first evacuated to (where we live now) in addition to money and other goodies.

As heartbreaking as all this was, as terrible as the whole situation was...there were some rainbows in the end.

My house got re-done. I finally got to paint the kitchen and bathroom and my bedroom.

We got new appliances.

We fell in love with our neighbors. I always LIKED my neighbors, J & R and their son W, but after the storm, we utterly fell in LOVE with them. They were always there for us and bent over backwards to help us IN addition to dealing with their own mess. R got me some extra jobs to help with the cash flow situation (due to increased insurance, higher gas costs, higher energy bills, etc....). We connected and became much closer friends. To this day, I still count her as one of my best friends.

Light of my life had an EXTRAORDINARY kindergarten year that, to this day, she still talks about.

We discovered the wonderful city of Flowood and all its citizens.

We re-discovered our faith in humanity.

We re-discovered our adopted city of New Orleans as it struggled to recover. We started going places and doing things that we didn't do before Katrina hit.

We made new friends.

To end this post, I'm gonna provide some links to pictures of the damages and of our life in Flowood. Please forgive the horrible quality of the pictures. They were first taken with a throw-away camera and then I photographed the photographs so I could post 'em. They're blurry and horribly shot, but these were mostly taken for insurance purposes and didn't have to be "pretty".

A picture of light of my life 3 days before Katrina hit.

A picture of the temporary office we set up in my uncle's house so I could continue to earn a paycheck.

A shoe.

The park near our house.

National Guardsmen.

First shot of our house.

Barred door and the white cat.

Laundry room exterior.

Laundry room interior.

Washer and dryer.

Sink.

Junk we pulled out.

Fridge interior...warning...gross.

Floor under fridge.

Fridge on street.

Guest bedroom walls at my mom's house.

Vase that caught the water.

Walls in my mom's living room.

My aunt's driveway.

My aunt's house.

Random house.

Squashed house.

Neighborhood street near levee break.

Yacht.

Big pile o'crap.

Lighthouse.

The car packed on the way to the apartment in Flowood.

Light of my life in the hotel room before her first day of Kindergarten.

The apartment with all it's "high end furniture" (insert sarcasm here).

Thank you for reading my story.

Later,

Friday Foto Finish Fiesta

For one of the first FFFF's Carrie held, I posted the pic below.

I thought it was funny that my mother (who loves Disney World, maybe not as much as I do, but nevertheless, still loves it) would do a crossword puzzle in the Happiest Place On Earth.

I had forgotten about the funnyness (funniness, funnieness?) of this picture until I came across it again.



This is my mother doing a crossword puzzle at Disney World while waiting on my daughter and I to get back from riding that horrendous ride of rides...Dumbo.

Then it got even funnier when I saw this other picture.



This is my daughter working on a "Spot the Differences" puzzle in the same puzzle book. She's not pretending to do these either. She LOVES puzzle books. Especially ones that aren't "kiddie" ones.



Then I stumbled on this one of her writing in a journal while I (her slave for the trip) pushed her around in a stroller. Yes, she's 7 and riding in a stroller. You try doing Epcot while having short legs. You'd be begging for a stroller, too!

I think, I'm not sure, but I think that my mother and daughter can claim one another as blood relatives. Ya think?

If you wanna play along, head on over to Candid Carrie's for more Friday Foto Finish Fiesta Fun!


Later,

Friday Foto Finish Fiesta

I don't know why I find this picture so fascinating, but I do. Maybe because of the obviousness of it all.



This was taken at my daughter's 8th birthday party this past year. These are some petit fours from Gambino's down in N'awlins. Yummmy yum yum.

If you wanna play, head on over to Carrie's!

If you want some more un-pc fun, head on over to LOTD!
Later,

Mama Dawg

Friday Foto Finish Fiesta

Four Generations: My grandmother, my mother, me and my daughter.



Yeah, that's my mom throwing the gangsta symbol...she rolls like that. That's my mom's youngest sister with my grandmother. She's the one that still lives in NOLA and was horribly, horribly affected by Katrina.



This is me and light of my life. You can't see it, but she's rockin' some awesome cherry print shoes. She's such a fashionista.



If you want to participate in the fun, head on over to Carrie's! She's awesome!

Later,

Mama Dawg