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it’s just like riding a bike…how hard can that be? Right?

You’ve heard that old saying, “it’s like riding a bike, you never forget”.  Well I am here to set the record straight.   First of all, remembering how to ride a bike is a lot different from actually riding a bike.  Speaking from experience I can remember how to do a lot of things.  That does not mean that they I can actually do them currently.   I remember I used to be pretty good on the uneven parallel bars, but I wouldn’t try doing that these days. 

Even professional athletes, which I am not one of, get a little rusty when they have been on the DL for a couple of months.  It takes a little while to knock the rust off and get back into the groove. 

Well for me, it has been years since I have ridden a bike.  So there is a more than a little rust here and this could take quite sometime to get back in the groove.  Oh don’t get me wrong, I can still ride a bike.  I am just not as sure of my self as a once was, at least not when it comes to riding the bike.  Which is really kind of annoying. 

You see, I remember as a kid we rode our bikes everyday all day.  We would ride around the same neighborhood streets for hours and hours.  We would do crazy things like ride with no hands or put our feet over the handlebars or even stand up on the seat.  I know what your thinking, those crazy kids what were they thinking?  That’s just it!  We weren’t thinking!  We were just riding! 

I think that may be the biggest part of my problem with getting back into the groove of riding my bike.  It’s my stinkin thinkin.  Before, I even leave the driveway I am already thinking about getting back.  I am not just heading out for a joy ride, I am thinking of it as getting some exercise.  I know I need to get some exercise but I don’t enjoy exercising.  That’s why I got a bike.  Because I remember riding a bike when I was a kid…and it was great and I loved it and how hard could it be to ride a bike.  Take my word for it, getting back on a bike after years of not riding a bike it’s easy to get on, it’s the getting going part that’s gonna take some time.  But I am up for it…it’s just like riding a bike…Right?

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

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happy 50th anniversary…


It was the summer of 1958.  East Jefferson HighSchool.  10th grade Summer School.   He was a popular football player.  She was a girl from Texas.  He thought she was cute. 

He called 13 times before she finally said yes.  He jokingly says he should have stopped at 12.  But seriously, he says he would have called 13 more times if that’s what it would have taken. 

Their first date was on the New Orleans Delta Queen River Boat and Fats Domino was the evening’s entertainment.  After that she attended his football games and they began to date. However, arranging dates required creativity.  She was in school and did not have a home phone, he worked.  So they devised a plan; when he asked her out he would give her one of his trained homing pigeons.  When her parents had agreed to the day and time of the date, she would write a note attach it to the pigeon and release it.  Voila, instant messaging!

They were engaged by 1959. 

 They were married September 2, 1960.

Their life together is filled with moments and minutes, days and weeks, years and decades,  Children, 4 daughters to be exact, a couple of son-in-laws and 3 grand children.    

They have always been there with advice when asked, a helping hand when needed, a moving truck at the ready, an extra room or two, cooking lessons in person or long-distance, catered meals for dozens of parties,  lessons in life and amazing unconditional love.   And so so much more!!! 

 They are my inspiration! 

Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!


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NOLA…I’ll be seeing you…in all of the familiar places…

 These are a few of the places I hold near and dear to my heart.  After you spend time in NOLA, I hope they will be near and dear to you as well.

Audubon Zoo, located in historic Uptown New Orleans, offers an exotic mix of animals from around the globe, engaging educational programs, hands-on animal encounters and lush gardens. Unique natural habitat exhibits—such as the award-winning Louisiana Swamp and Jaguar Jungle—showcase the relationship between people and nature. Audubon Zoo is often ranked among the country’s best for innovation and entertainment value.

Once the site of Allard Plantation facing Bayou St. John, City Park’s 1,300 acres offer visitors a sample of the city’s riches both in fine art and natural splendor. City Park is home of the New Orleans Museum of Art and the largest collection of mature live oaks in the world. Trees in the oldest grove are over 600 years old.

Hansen’s Sno-Bliz is a snowball stand located in New Orleans on Tchoupitoulas Street at Bourdeaux Street. It opened in 1934 and is believed to be the oldest snowball stand in the United States. It has been operated continuously by the Hansen family since its opening

Streetcars in New Orleans have been an integral part of the city’s public transportation network since the first half of the 19th century. The longest of New Orleans’ streetcar lines, the St. Charles Avenue Streetcar, is the oldest continuously operating street railway system in the world, according to the American Society of Mechanical Engineers. Today, the streetcars are operated by the New Orleans Regional Transit Authority

Royal Street (Spanish: Calle Real; French: Rue Royale) is a street in New Orleans. It is one of the oldest streets in the city, dating from the French Colonial era, and is most well-known for the antique shops, art galleries, and stately hotels that line its sides as it runs through New Orleans’ French Quarter and tourist district.

Since 1791, there has been a marketplace along the river in the French Quarter. The French Market is still a focal point for shopping and entertainment, and is a great place to spend a summer afternoon.

Café du Monde is a coffee shop on Decatur Street in the French Quarter in New Orleans. It is best known for its café au lait and its French-style beignets. In the New Orleans style, the coffee is blended with chicory.

Beautiful NOLA you are a friend of mine!

Years may come and go
Here’s one thing I know
All my life
You’re a friend of mine(Jackson Brown)

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sticks and stones and words…hurt

Sticks and Stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me… is so incredibly off the mark. 

 A few years ago, I cut my finger using a really sharp knife and for a very long time I could feel the knife cutting into my flesh.   All I had to do was see that particular knife and I could feel the knife cutting me all over again.  This is exactly how hurtful words feel. I have been cut to the core of my very being, twice.  Each time the words came flying in out of left field.  Totally unexpected!   The person might as well have used a knife, because the wounds are as deep and the scar tissue is just as real. 

I think the reason these particular exchanges remain so raw in my memory are because they were spoken by individuals that I cared for a great deal.  I also think the words hurt because I had given everything I had to give to each situation.  If I shared the exact words with you, you would probably think, what’s the big deal?    I really do not think that the individuals meant to hurt me with their words,  but they did and unfortunately they still do. 

 I don’t remember everything about each of those encounters except  who was there and what was said. I don’t dwell on these comments, in fact I rarely think about them,  but when they do come floating back up from the recesses of my mind they are real. I am hopeful that I can use the memory of how these words made me feel to keep me from hurting someone with my words. 

I am sure, almost positive,  that I have on numerous occasions cut someone with my words.  I wasn’t always as nice as I am today.  I do not know who I might have hurt so I have asked God to forgive me.  I have asked God to use my hurts to keep me from hurting others with careless mis-spoken words.  If you are reading this and I have ever hurt you with my words, I ask for your forgiveness.  Also, I ask for your prayers as I try to look at these memories from a different prospective so I can grow, overcome and be more Christ like in my life.

Be careful what you say…your words are the one thing that you can never take back.

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