April 2007

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The Glow

April 21, 2007 in Bree, Lassa by Lassa | 1 comment

Bree’s birthday camera does this strange thing to pictures that she takes at night. I swear I didn’t photoshop these photos:

Breemom

Breeglow

We should send in our angel applications, like, pronto.

Typical

April 12, 2007 in Bailey, Stories by Lassa | No comments

So I finally hear from Bailey last night as she’s into her third day on her school trip to Washington DC. She has many stories to tell about all the exciting drama going on with the nearly-one-hundred 13 & 14 year olds along with her on this trip. Of course, she has no idea how she ends up in the middle of all the drama, because she clearly has done nothing to warrant the screams that she and her room-mates have been receiving from the chaperones who are sick of dealing with it all.

The funniest story, by far, is the one where Brandi sets her alarm and it doesn’t wake up Ashley, Makayla or Bailey. The four of them don’t make it down to breakfast at 7:00 a.m. or to the charter bus scheduled for a 7:30 a.m. departure.

When 7:35 rolls around the girls wake up to the teachers/chaperones banging on their hotel room door screaming that the buses were scheduled to leave FIVE MINUTES AGO and demanding them to leave their room IMMEDIATELY in their pajamas, without brushing their teeth or brushing their hair.

The mortified girls board the bus with hundreds of eyes staring at them and remain in various states of humiliation throughout the day as they parade around Washington DC in their pajamas with no makeup.

The horror.

Am.Still.Alive

April 9, 2007 in Lassa by Lassa | No comments

Aaaaayyyyyyyy.

Thought I fell off the face of the earth, did you?

I think I fell off, too.

In a nutshell: MY LIFE SWALLOWED ME WHOLE.

I could give you all the gory details, but then you might have nightmares tonight. Instead, I’ll just recap the last month for you: New restaurant. Volleyball. More volleyball. Business trip. Another business trip. Laundry. Bad grades. Groundation. Unhappy teenager. Unhappy teenager with bad attitude. Unhappy teenager with bad attitude working at new restaurant. Volleyball. Mucho laundry. New pre-school. Unhappy preschooler at new pre-school. New restaurant. Lattes. Do not add espresso shot to Chai Tea Latte. Do not add espresso shot to Chai Tea Latte in presence of new boss (aka, husband). Mucho grande laundry pile overtaking the house. Volleyball. Spring break. 8th grader to DC for spring break. Needs new swimsuit. Needs toiletries. Needs parka because it’s freaking snowing in DC. Needs fancy shoes for broadway show. Needs money. Dear Lord save me from the laundry. Also, the new boss.

I could go on and tell you how my children didn’t have Easter baskets yesterday but then I might start crying.

(Note to self: Never again put husband in charge of Easter baskets. Even if you are being swallowed whole.)