Monster Hair Plants and New Orleans

Kevin and I did yard work on Sunday and I pulled out the jungle in our backyard. These plants with looooong, green, skinny leaves were taking over. Some of the leaves were longer than I am tall! I was amazed (and annoyed) by them so I took photos of them. Maybe someone out there will know what they are (besides annoying).



And now here are a few photos from our trip to New Orleans. I took a hundred and I'll put them on flickr. Here's a sampling.



Above is Pedestrian Square in the French Quarter.



Above is us in the foyer of the bed and breakfast we stayed in just a couple blocks from the French Quarter.



This is Jared, Kevin's friend from ROTC, and Kevin with a person dressed up funny. She/he had these finger clapper things that got my attention and I just knew this would be a fantastic photo opportunity.

Theme Song

I've decided that my hair has a theme song. Here it goes:

I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky.
I think about it every night and day.
I spread my wings and (try to) fly away.

I believe I can soar. See me running through the open dooooooor!
I believe I can fly. I believe I can fly.
Oh I believe I can flyyyyyyyy.

Hair, I do NOT believe I enjoy you at the moment. And let me state for the record once more that I do not enjoy the wings.

In case you readers are having trouble comprehending the flying and wings of my hair, I've included a picture. Keep in mind, this is after I've washed it and (tried to) style it.



Moral of this story: I hate HATE HATE growing my hair out.

A Limerick

It's raining, it's pouring.
Ruby is snoring.
She fell asleep
On top of my feet
And now it's getting boring.

Post Travels

We survived New Orleans. I gotta say: that is not one of my favorite cities. I am a clean, dainty person (*cough cough*) and I do not love dirt and grunge. And I must say, those are two descriptive words that fit New Orleans. I believe I best described it to my mom: loud, colorful, and dirty. I am only a fan of things that fit the middle adjective, so New Orleans is not for me. I think Kevin had fun, though. Actually I did have fun; it was just more due to who I was with (and what I was eating) rather than where I was. I'll just check New Orleans off my "been there, done that" list.

Now onto real life: I'm going through the application process to volunteer in the NICU/nursery at the local hospital here. I tried doing this before, but then I got hired at Tyndall Elementary, so I never finished. I also may be watching my friend's baby while she goes back to work, so that's something else new. And I'm (finally) organizing our filing cabinet. I consulted my Martha Stewart cleaning/organizing encyclopedia so I feel prepared to tackle the task now.

And now for my most favorite activity: grocery shopping followed by cooking dinner. Man, life doesn't get any better than this.