the Fourth

There is a reason you do not see Carson with any sparklers or fireworks. He was so horrified by them my Mom took him inside, his fear from last year has not faded. Poor fella.

Olivia meets Bria

More pictures coming soon, including 4th of July!

Oh, and the name of that song in my post is called "Night Minds" by Missy Higgins.

My New Niece!!!

Bria Vera Thompson

Born 7/7/2009

5 lb 9 oz. 17 inches long

I met Miss. Bria yesterday and did a little photo shoot with her. She was gorgeous and teeeeeny and perfect. Olivia demanded most of the time Bria be in her arms. Pictures to come!

Congratulations to Brett, Marissa & Big Brothers Maddox and Vann.

Enjoying a popcicle and getting messy!!

Not sure why...

But I thought i would post these lyrics. Maybe its for someone who reads but I think a lot of it is for me. The song is beautiful, worth a download.

Just lay it all down. Put your face into my neck and let it fall out.

I know I know I know. I knew before you got home.

This world you're in now, It doesn't have to be alone, I'll get there somehow, 'cos I know I know I know When, even springtime feels cold.

But I will learn to breathe this ugliness you see, So we can both be there and we can both share the dark. And in our honesty, together we will rise, Out of our nightminds, and into the light At the end of the fight...

You were blessed by a different kind of inner view: it's all magnified. The highs would make you fly, and the lows make you want to die. And I was once there, hanging from that very ledge where you are standing. So I know I know I know, It's easier to let go.

But I will learn to breathe this ugliness you see, So we can both be there and we can both share the dark. And in our honesty, together we will rise out of our nightminds And into the light at the end of the fight. ...and in our honesty, together we will rise out of our nightminds And into the light... at the end of the fight...


I understand.

Duane

He's ok! Got up and went fishing today for the day.

I think he might live until he's 457.

Mr. Duane (Landlord) is ok folks, he's ok. A serious bout of heat stroke got the better of him and now he's home and doing fine.

In other news... well, there is no other news- sorry about that. Oh no wait, I'm on my THIRD dysfunctional washer since having moved into our duplex. I think I'm cursed.