These are busy times. I am trying to stay focused and keep my priorities in order. I hope to have more to say soon. Something funny or profound. Right now it's all about getting through the day and making sure everybody eats. I love the life God has entrusted me with.

Somebody will show you the Zulu King....

Today is Mardi Gras. It's so strange that no one really knows what today is, but in Louisiana it is so huge. I remember having school off on Monday and Tuesday. Then getting my ashes on Wednesday. It was so common to see people everywhere in town with the black smudge on their forehead. I remember trying to decide what to give up for lent. The biggest sacrifice was when I was 7 and gave up I Dream of Jeannie. God knew my faithfulness on that one. I gave up soft drinks one year, and that was pretty hard. I'm not Catholic anymore even though my mother would say I am whether I like it or not. It's like a race not just a religion. Maybe tomorrow I'll go the the Catholic Church here in Keystone and get my ashes. I wonder if I still can?

I guess the most important thing is to know what you believe. To have something. I have experienced people lately that have seemingly nothing on the inside. Just a void with some meanness floating around. That is sad and almost impossible to me. My hat is off and my heart is toward anyone that has the courage to believe. To go beyond what you see and hope that there is more. I say hope because we truly only know all things when this is over.

Happy Mardi Gras to Mama and Papa Louque. To Paw Paw and Mama Toon. To my daddy who made believing so important to me. Thank you with all my heart.

:)

I am happy. That's good.

What Honey does sitting around the house. She draws...

Honey is my 16 year old daughter.

Our opinions are sacred. They are not just generic, common thoughts and notions that everybody has, like assholes. They are what your body houses, the ideas that motivate and encompass a human being.They are what cause us to live and dream and walk out our lives. Some seem messed up and some probably are. Some are limited to experience like a child's. But I hope I don't so easily dismiss another person's opinion. I am not sure if it's even possible not to. We are so biased and predisposed and indoctrinated. So caught up in ourselves. So threatened by another idea. I hope I can relax and hear my inner voice and close my mouth long enough to hear yours.

I believe that there has never been any injustice, great or small, social or personal, that has been solved by silence. Even if the things we say are proven wrong or misguided, at least we can get the dialogue started by opening up our mouths. And what if by some design or coincidence, you're particular point of view is the best place to see a situation? I don't know.

Old Lady is whispering Hush...

Today I chewed some people out, fought for a friend, took one too many allergy pills because I am getting old and forget that I took a pill, wigged out on generic claritin, did busy paperwork, worked at my JBBQ, went to my son's last opening game of baseball, loved my kids, missed my Tracy Miller terribly, apologized to someone I offended, kept missing Tracy Miller, and vowed to be a better person tomorrow. Somehow. Good night, Moon.