Friday, October 29, 2010

William Wordsworth - My Heart Leaps Up

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky.
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.


"Memory doesn't pass, it accumulates. In this way, time is a gift."
- Prof. Braun, commenting on this poem.

Smattering of pictures on a long-neglected blog

Wow, I haven't posted a picture in a long time. Here's some recent pictures.
DDM grows....Emily was added since this picture, as well.
A group of us went to the Harvest Moon Ball, as it was called, last weekend. My favorite part, aside from dancing, was watching the crowd of, shall I say "classic folks", who came out for the swing band. One of them celebrated the eve of his 86th birthday dancing with his cute little wife, who matched his 4'2" stature.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

SPRING BREAK 2009

Recipe for the best week of the year:
5 girls who know how to have fun
Cracker Barrel signs
9 days
little red car
Ohio, Alabama, Florida, every state in between
Vegan food
Junk food
wholesale food
farm fresh roadside stand food
White sand
Ice cream
seashells
My nephew, sister, brother-in-law
Tizides cousins, aunt and uncle
ipod full of music
Shooter
Coffee
gasoline
Dolphins, alligators, lizards, sting-rays, jelly-fish, funky fish
glue gun
chocolate cake
Strawberries
Ave Maria college
No schoolwork
palm trees
flirtatious dunkin donuts guy
sunglasses













CRACKER BARREL!!!!!!!!!!! I didn't know a simple travel game could breed so much hatred and contempt.
Theresa bought her Aveo only the week before. By the time we got home it was already 1000 miles overdue for an oil change. Theresa did all of the driving, since it was a manual. Which means you should have bought stock in Starbucks.
A little stiff. But everybody feels better after some stretching

The pecan farms in GA made me homesick. But that Jazz and Banjo and little Rebel aren't out there, I would swear this was home.
Alligator hunting. It involves driving to the nearest water-filled ditch, and looking in. Francis points at any puddle of water and says: "wa-wa. Awigawo." while making a jaw snapping motion with his hands.
There it is, our alligator. A real live alligator. In addition, we saw all kinds of other exotic wildlife: Dolphins swam by, a 2 foot baby shark only a moment later (only a few feet away), huge extinct looking birds, some tiger-striped fish, jellyfish, and a stingray.




The almost-finished Ave Maria Chapel.


Ready, set, swim....see the video at the bottom for the live action shot.
Auntie Jamie was very happy to have a couple of days to relish her aunthood.
Francis is redefining 'baby-sitting"
Christine almost sold her soul to the vegan cult. But when she enjoys a raw turnip this much, it might be allowable.
Ice cream, white sand, sunset, salt in my hair, sand in my toes. Spring break. Sounds like a song.
We got a pint a piece, ate it all. Our lips were blue, the sun was down and the water was cold. But that didn't deter us from one more swim in the sea
One of Christine's life goals is to marry a native tree-shimmying boy. She practiced every chance she got, so that when she does find the monkey man, she will be prepared to pick coconuts and live happily ever after in the palm trees.



We all collected shells and stayed up late making shell picture frames to commemorate this glorious week forever.
Yvonne, Regina, myself and Christine



California girl looks like she belongs on the beach.

The whole group of us: Yvonne, Theresa, Christine, Regina, and yours truly










Every once in a while, the windows would go down, the sunglasses on, the hair flew and we cranked it up for a round of Every Time We Touch.

Look at this kid. Doesn't get any better.

Pensacola beach. It actually had waves.