yes spring, i will bow down to you.

why? because your sunny rays are ever so warm.

my skin is slowing bronzing.

my miss penny lane is able to spin her pretty butter yellow wheels again.

popcorn is popping on the trees.

i now believe that my "green grass" crayon is named after green grass for a reason.

and i get to spend time out of the house with

my little nikki sue.

itching for summer.

whatever.

i just want to begin this "whatever" post with the fact that i think i have really great looking parents. i mean really, they sizzle.

a modern doris day married to a silver fox.

ah-yep.

besides that kind note, these two superstars are on a cruise right now.

without me.

and no invitation.

so in behalf of their absence on easter, and their sailing of the sea i said,

"whatever, i'll just treat myself and dine at the Grand American easter buffet in downtown salt lake city."

and that i did.

and i felt like true royalty.

and really bloated afterwards.

so take that donna and brian.

i dont need no royal Caribbean cruise line to feel a dash of royalty.

my buffet was a dynasty. oh yes in deed.

p.s. this is merely a joke. im really not mad about the cruise thing. but i really did eat at the grand american easter brunch buffet. i dont joke about that kind of stuff.

florence, i love you.

new orleans.

"the moment new orleans sun breaks through the winter cold, people will begin to fill the streets again. they will not wait a second longer to crowd their front porches, sidewalks, and local parks. the frisbees come out and the welcome back parties begin for students. you can smell the barbecues and anticipate the blues music festivals that are sheduled almost every other day for the warm months.

me- i suddenly remember why i moved here. i remember why there are old ladies who sit on their porches, rock back and forth, listing off the hurricanes they've been through. it takes all evening. i remember why we danced at tipitina's until the sweat had soaked through our clothes. we were sober. but we were so high. do you remember walking out of the club and back down the street that night?" - tessa

dear tessa:

nope, i can't say i remember walking out of that club and down those streets. but i dream of the day that i will. i love the thought of new orleans. i love old plantation homes, haunted bed and breakfasts, cajun creole dishes, jazz blaring jams, critters in the bayou, just the feel of it all. i want to experience it. i want to make a vacation out of it. one day i will. but until then, i'll continue to watch kate hudsons "the skeleton key" and dream of this future adventure.

wishy wish.

i really truly wish i could attend parties like this one.

minus the alcohol of course...

but a party with mr. sinatra?

and a long white printed dress and hair-do like this bronzed beauty?

they sure lived in glamour.

i wish this was still the style.

oh well.