New Orleans Christmas

We managed the annual Christmas road trip to New Orleans. Arrived with the car fully loaded on the 22nd. December 23 I went with daddy and Lucien to some private little HoHoHo Christmas lunch. The kids were across the road at Acme filling up on the first round of raw oysters. I lost contact with them while they were shopping, so being the independent minds that they are, they took off for Linda's. They napped and we regrouped downtown for a Hornet's game! Great tickets, fun game! I couldn't get Victoria to get up and dance for the $100 gift card (trust me, she could have totally taken that).
We got back to the homestead and nibbled on some more food. On the 24th Linda and I had last minute running to do. Oh my gosh, how much shopping can you do in a day? Really, before noon we had hit at least a half dozen different stores. This is not what I do for fun, yet my love for Miss Linda, well... I managed.
Big party fun with the whole Lauland clan. Way too much food (including sushi, thanks to Mr. Mark) and drink. We opened presents, ate, drank, and was a merry crowd. Got everyone to bed for the big night. Linda and I played miracle moms for another couple of hours. At 2a.m. we put the turkey in the oven and called it quits for the day.

Where did all those days go?

Wow, it's December. We're a week away from Christmas already. Vic made it home and Sarah Mae should arrive tomorrow night. We'll regroup and head on out of here soon! The traditional yat Christmas awaits us.

Can I tell you what I did? I've taken the plunge with an online dating. No kidding. This is what today's world does. How odd? It's ebay with a twist. You list your item (one's self), you give a description (yes, weight, height, color, whatever), then a little interest bit (why another should bid on this). There are some serious pros and cons. Humor will be a key characteristic to hold on to. You go through 100 or so questions. Some how this computer program decides how to find your partners. You both like to hike; you both like dogs; you both have the same sign (really, by the stars)... you have to laugh. How on earth does my answer to liking dogs make that a prime link to others? Anyone who knows me, uhm having a dog (that you think is a human) is the deal breaker. Animals live outside, humans live inside. Enough said.

I know the walls of the wax museum (this is more commonly known as Pastis) is not a likely spot to meet Mr. Right now. The city of Roswell seems to be married and my church is all spoken for, so what was there left to do? The first guy was nice but failed to mention he was much heavier than his pictures (note to self: ask how recent are the pictures). I can stand a few extra pounds, but guys really... was I not supposed to notice 50 plus? We all grow old, please let's do it honestly. I could go on for hours. More later.