Saturday, December 29, 2007

What the "H" I been doin'

Well I have not been posting as much this year. Maybe this hu-jungous house project has something to do with it. My first post-Katrina freak out purchase was a dog. That I did by myself. But together, my husband and I committed ourselves to New Orleans in the best way we knew how: to suck every ounce of equity from our starter home and take on a colossal dinosaur of a formerly glorious house in a sketchy neighborhood. We've jacked it up, stabilized it, re-plastered like we oughtta and all that good stuff -and we still have a ways to go, of course. We have recently been able to paint, and well, me being a pesky artist and all...I experiment. Here's one trial run below.

I call it "Hibiscus in the TV Room"

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Did Anybody Notice?

The crazy changes in the light between 4:55 and 5:05 this evening? There was an omninous yellow tint to everything. Here's what I caught after running to get my camera.

Speaking of CHILL

We finally got heat for the whole downstairs under control on Christmas Eve so we could feel as cozy as our front parlor looks on Christmas morning! After all the work we've done, we can sit in it without makeshift ski masks on!


These is the only before shot I could find (taken in July), BUT it was taken BEFORE we started grinding out the cracks in the plaster and fixing the gaping holes in the ceiling! I just finished painting before I went home this month to visit my family in Maine.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

More Chillin's

There has been a request to post Violet's hair. These are pictures of Violet and her cousin Corban (one of the most photogenic humans ever).

At the Alfred Country Store
(Where I had my favorite ham Italian sandwich with extra sour pickles)


Crazy Blue-Eyed Kid
(who just got a new sister Niola two 1/2 weeks ago)

Family Photo

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Pure, Ridiculous Cute-ness

Visited with my family this past week up in Nor'easter country. That means lots of pictures to post over the next few days of sick-sweet children for all those moms, pops and grandparents up there!


The Mama

Here are a few movies. Too bad that I keep forgetting that the camera I was using doesn't let me film vertically, SO......they are sideways. Vi is 18 months, so she gets the concept of Bye, but not that this is something you say to a select lucky few...usually, but not exclusively, to things with heartbeats. It takes awhile to leave places.

Vi comments on a Mess                                  

Vi Says Everything

Going for a Ride


Violet Sings Softly to herself in the Car    
(and then sings along with my hoarse voice)  

Monday, December 17, 2007

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

I am visiting my sister in Maine and I brought a ton of pictures to post now that I have some free time--and either blogger or the connection  is being spastic so I cannot upload them.  Sad for me.
But Maine is snowy and pretty!

Monday, November 26, 2007

Ruthie Monday: Still Full

...and it was raining outside yedterday so dressed in our pjs and snuggled up.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Friday, November 09, 2007

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Monday, November 05, 2007

Ruthie Monday

For those Ruthie fans who never saw it, a Ruthie Dance with a Dust Mop:

Please excuse the maniacal laugh....

Thursday, November 01, 2007


Francine sent this pics around of Vivian's costumes for this Halloween and I love them!!!!

Look how much she has grown!

Francine and Viv, Halloween 2005

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

posted by The Nation October 29, 2007,

Bobby Jindal: Not Much to Celebrate

Billy Sothern

On October 20 Louisiana voters defied the state's image by electing America's youngest governor, an energetic, wonkish 36-year-old suburban New Orleans Congressman who has built a reputation for competence and repudiating government corruption. The election made news across the country. It also made big news in The Times of India; the paper reported that the villagers in the governor-elect's ancestral home of Khanpura celebrated his victory by handing out sweets and performing bhangra, a Punjabi folk dance. In a state where many office holders have nicknames in quotations between their first and last names, Piyush "Bobby" Jindal's election was something different. It was the first election of an Indian-American governor in US history and the first reported time the election of a Deep South governor was celebrated with bhangra.

On election night former Governor Mike Foster, who launched Jindal to power by appointing him secretary of the state's Department of Health and Hospitals at 24, echoed the sentiment of many Louisianans when he explained that Jindal's election means race is no longer an issue in Louisiana politics.

Jindal similarly dismissed the importance of race and class in Louisiana in his victory speech. After a pandering "Go Tigers" in observance of Louisiana State University's football win--but before the country song "Louisiana Saturday Night" ended his speech--he observed, "In America, the only barrier to success is a willingness to work hard and play by the rules."

To arrive at such a conclusion, of course, he must have overlooked Hurricane Katrina's victims, many of whom faced insurmountable barriers to success and wound up in watery graves due to floods from the collapse of poorly designed levees. Jindal also must have looked past the fact that many of the people exposed to that crisis were willing to work and play by the rules; their road to success, however, was barred by an education system ranked among the worst in the country, streets filled with violent crime and few decent-paying jobs for those who did manage to escape all of the other snares of living poor in Louisiana. Indeed, though there are weekly reports on the city's progress and struggles in the national media, Jindal's campaign ignored Hurricane Katrina and Louisiana's crisis of poverty and racial inequality, the issues the storm exposed to a horrified nation.

Perhaps this is why Jindal won only 10 percent of the votes from the state's black population and why he lost in Orleans Parish. Apparently black voters did not see Jindal's prospect for victory as corresponding with their own, even though Jindal broke the conventional wisdom that only white politicians can win statewide office.

Jindal is Louisiana's first nonwhite governor since P.B.S. Pinchback served briefly during Reconstruction in 1872. But for the 90 percent of black voters who cast their votes for the white men who ran against Jindal, the state--which recently contributed to America's discourse on race with a noose hung from a "whites-only tree" in a schoolyard in the rural town of Jena--has not moved past race with Jindal's election.

This is the state where the mostly black citizens fleeing New Orleans after Katrina were barred from crossing the bridge into Jefferson Parish, the white-flight suburb Jindal represented in Congress. (And Jefferson Parish Sheriff Harry Lee, the recently deceased Chinese-American lawman, was one of the chief defenders for his officers' actions, a natural given his past endorsement of racial profiling and using caricatures of African-Americans for paintball target practice.) This is the state from which the US Supreme Court recently granted review of a capital case involving a black defendant wherein the prosecutor struck all potential African-American jurors and then urged the all-white jury not to allow the black defendant to become another O.J. Simpson and escape responsibility for his actions. And most important, this is a state where the black citizenry is disproportionately poor (even worse than most other places in America), cut off from the little prosperity that exists and worst served by crumbling public institutions like the education system and the anemic health system (which Jindal once ran).

So while race may no longer matter to former Governor Foster and may not have barred success for Jindal, there is reason to believe that it is still important to black people in Louisiana, who overwhelmingly rejected Jindal's vision that the state already offers all people equal opportunity.

Even with images of bhangra in my mind, so long as the music goes something like "My brother Bill an' my other brother Jack/Belly full o'beer and a possum in a sack/Fifteen kids in the front porch light/Louisiana Saturday night," it's hard for me to believe that things have changed very much.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Monday, October 22, 2007


I forget how tiny this dog is. Her personality is HUGE.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Monday, October 15, 2007

Nap Time

The dogs love nap time. They could be in the middle of super-frenetic activity and if you settle in for a snooze, they drop everything and crawl right in a nook and fall asleep IMMEDIATELY. Wish I could fall asleep like that.

Photo by Billy

Friday, October 12, 2007

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Thursday, October 04, 2007

A Conversation With Jenne On the Train to Antwerpen

I have already been yelled at by Jenne since the last post (despite the time difference), but I think one should never pass up an opportunity to tell a friend what you love about them if it is clear in your mind...or camera.


The Delivery:


Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Jenne Thinking

Jenne is always in action, but sometimes I can snap her thinking.


Fixing Hair

Quick Think Before Speak