Party Like It's Your Birthday

did you ever have a birthday party where the whole senior class got all dressed up and rolled out the red carpet and showed your baby pictures and stuff while you ate prime rib and talked silly high school things with all your friends? me neither. kids these days...

He's All Legal and Junk

long ago (like eighteen years, duh),

bread was 75 cents a loaf,

you could get a gallon of gas for the same price as a dozen eggs

(one dollar and seventeen cents, can you hardly believe that, huh?),

mailing a letter would set you back a whopping 29 cents, minimum wage was $4.25/hr.,

slick willy was in charge, and the DOW average was 3,754

(what chaos that would cause this day, right),

and a girl had a baby boy and named him cody because she liked it.

he's called his royal highness now because he likes it.

HRH went and grew up and i'd like to announce that as of today he is completely responsible for whatever, whatever he gets into and i'm here to say happy birthday to the world's newest adult. scary.

HVD, Y'all

all the little lovebirds

sittin' in the trees

k.i.s.s.i.n.g

share a little hug

give a little squeeze

spread a little love if you please.

In Honor of Black History Month

I paid my electric bill in person this month.

In Honor of Black History Month

In honor of Black History Month, I share this story...

Way back in elementary school -- you know, like eight years ago -- His Royal Highness was assigned the role of Wally Amos, of Famous Amos cookie fame, in the 4th grade Black History Month assembly. He studied his lines for weeks, memorized them all and said them word for word in the rehearsals.

But, alas, he was too white and nerdy. He couldn't get the 'walk' down and so he lost the part to a 'more African American like' white kid. And his chance at fame was gone.

*Note: words in quotations were those of his teacher.

Like Sands in the Hourglass

(Who remembers that line?)

I have been super, super, super occupied with many things the past few weeks. And I have neglected you, my faithful {few} readers. Spank me with a wet noodle or something and all will return to its normal state.

So, I've been thinking alot lately about where our lives go, probably because my oldest is really, really close to deciding which institution of higher learning I'll be writing my checks to for the next four years. Seriously, when did he stop wearing diapers?

And I've been reading the book, The Last Block in Harlem, too.

And I've been watching all the Tim Tebow updates I could find. (See, I have been super busy with really important stuff.) He really sums it all up:

"When you die there's gonna be a tombstone. It's gonna have your name. It's gonna have the year you were born. It's gonna have the day you die. In between there's gonna be a dash and that dash is gonna represent everything that you did in your life - good and bad. It's how you're remembered. What do you want your dash to represent?"

Keep that in mind as you walk through the days of your lives.

That's How We Roll

War Eagle!