More Postcards from Disney

Dear Teacher,

This ride went upside down THREE TIMES! And I rode it twice.

2x3=6

I'm learning to multiply!

Love,
The May Queen


Dear Minnie,

Don't you know to turn the light off when you're not home? I just saved you lots on your electricity bill. But we should talk about that spectro magic parade...

Love,
The May Queen

Dear Mary Poppins,

Carousels are for sissies.

Wheee......
The May Queen

Dear Doctor,

Those drugs you gave me for my back are really helping with the pain, even if they do make me a bit loopy.

By the way, could you please call in a refill?

Thanks,
The Big Guy


Dear Mary Poppins,

OK, I take it back. Carousels are pretty cool, too.

And my mom says I have to apologize for using the word "sissies." Sorry.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,
The May Queen

Dear Prince John,

Enclosed please find a letter from my divorce attorney. It's over. I'm moving on.

Love,
Snow White

Dear Marriage Counselor,

All our problems with competition started on this seemingly harmless ride at Disney.

Please help.
Painted Maypole

p.s. Did I mention that I kicked his @ss?

Dear Rod Serling,

Scary, schmary. The May Queen LOVED the Tower of Terror.

(but HATED the Haunted Mansion. Twilight Zone THAT)

Dear Ariel and Cinderella,

Princesses may come and go, but cousins are forever.

Love,
MQ and K


Dear Mom and Dad,

Thanks for a great vacation
(too bad you're not in this picture, too!)

Love,
your family

Happy Mardi Gras!

May you have as much joy as MQ had in catching the elusive chocolate Moon Pie.

Throw me something, Daddy!

The Big Guy rode in his first Mardi Gras parade tonight. It's a New Orleans rite of passage, I think.

Do you have any idea how many beads he had to have to throw? Me neither, but I'm going to guestimate 5 million, and most of those we reused from other parades/friends. I enlisted the help of visiting British relatives to sort and detangle appx. 3 million of them (the rest I did by myself on my living room floor last week watching DVRed movies)

Here is a mere piddling of the beads we sorted. And some stuffed animals.


After helping to load all the stuff onto the float this morning (in the SNOW, I kid you not. Brr.... Snow and Mardi Gras are not supposed to be uttered in the same sentence. Ever) we got a family picture on the float.

It was about this time that I realized that the reason that The May Queen was so sullen even though she was dying to get on the float earlier is because she has a newly developed fear of heights. This will make Disney interesting next week.


By parade time, the fear was gone and The May Queen was pretty excited. Good thing we knew where to find Daddy, because with the mask, we had friends who knew where he was and still couldn't find him!
It was cold, but awfully fun.

Hey good lookin', whatcha got cookin'?

I won a contest over at The Road Goes Ever On, and Kaye promised to make me an apron. I was looking forward to its arrival, but couldn't imagine the joy that awaited me when I opened the box.

First of all it was not one, but TWO aprons. She made one for The May Queen as well.And she made us each a "pot gripper," as you can see on our hands.

But that's not all.

They are REVERSIBLE. Check this out...


So cute! You must take a closer look...
She made the aprons to match my blog layout!!! I feel so special! Kaye put so much love and creativity into these, it just makes me smile. And look at the pockets....










(The May Queen doesn't know about the blog, but fortunately hasn't asked too many questions about the names yet. They tickle me to no end)

Thank you, Kaye! One of the best, most personal gifts I've ever received.

Now... what should we cook first?

Bless You Boys

Hell may really have just frozen over. Not only did the Saints just win the Superbowl, but I watched a Superbowl from beginning to end, and even cheered out loud in my living room. I dressed in team colors.

I've never been a big football person. I'm married to one, but I've never really cared much.

But this? It goes beyond football. It goes beyond the Saints. It goes to the heart of this city that I have grown to love so much. It goes to the heart of the people of New Orleans. It's so much more than winning a game. It's supporting our city, our culture, our home. It's an extension of the never ending party that is living here. It's a celebration of the things we've come through together.

Before all this I read several things that say it so much better than I could dream.

Read Bayou Belle.

Read Cold Spaghetti.

Read this letter to the city of the Miami.

Celebrate with us.

Who Dat!

(and by the way, did anyone else watching the game notice how many pantless commercials there were? I had to write to Alejna, I found it so funny. Who dat say dey gonna wear no pants?)

Notches?

My first was an older man. He was patient. He taught me the basics and then showed me how to have fun. Then we did it again.

The second was a little different. He insisted that I should close my eyes, and that our center of gravity needed to be the same.

The next was exuberant. He threw me around a little, but in a good way. He later came back for more.

Then there was the engineer. Sort of nerdy, but in a cool way. Fast. Sweet.

A shorter man, with a warm smile. He introduced me to his friend...

A firefighter. Friendly. Flattering. Strong.






I went Zydeco dancing for the first time tonight. And my cheeks hurt from all the smiling. Oh, how I love New Orleans.