March Inn

Why"March Inn?" March Inn was the name of that magic place where I spent my summers growing up. I have alluded to this place before, and I probably will again. March Inn is no longer standing. The waters of Katrina rendered it unlivable so my children will never know that "March Inn." That makes me sad. In fact it brings me to tears whenever I think about it. I want my children to have their own "March Inn," and I want to capture our lives as they are growing and changing. I invite you to "march inn" to our lives. My hope is that you will catch glimpses of the real world. You will see our creations. You will see our chaos. You will see our affection. You will also see our frustrations, fears, and disappointments. Enjoy your march!

Saturday, January 28, 2012

I Survived, Again

Over and over again in my life I'm sure there will be moments where I utter the sentiments, "I survived!" Today, I am happy to report that I survived our dinner gathering for thirty of Frank's colleagues. I had fun! Frank had fun! And I hope everyone else had fun! We ate well, drank plenty, and stayed up way too late. A big thank you to Steve for keeping the kiddos.

In my opinion, it is no small feat to have dinner prepared and my home relatively picked-up for my own family much less a group of people I barely know. This is particularly true since I still have a few boxes to unpack, piles to organize, and projects to complete. And I'm not talking about the one day I'd like to type of projects. I'm talking about the things that should be done in the immediate future. For example, our silverware is still sitting in plastic storage containers on a bookshelf. I'm just thankful to have the bookshelf...

As I always say, when you come to my house you will typically get a decent meal but don't look too closely because there might be dust on the baseboards or in last night's case toothpaste on the counters.

A bit embarrassing but I'm just keeping things real...

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