So, lately my posts haven’t been very robust. I know you guys must be terribly disappointed…heh.
But, hey, I’ve been busy. In January, I went back into the real rat race of marketing consulting and for financial services, no less. It certainly is interesting times and I’ve been working some really long hours to get back into the swing of things, but I have to say that I’m totally stoked. Not as stoked as I’d be if I could write a blog for a living, but pretty stoked.
We study consumer behavior, execute marketing strategies and then track them to prove we’re right. Man, I really love to be right. Who knew?
I thought I’d give you all a little flavor of my own March Madness, with some tunes thrown in, for sure. (And, all photos were taken by lil’ ole me.)
March came in like lamb, with my Mother-in-Law’s 82nd birthday on March 3rd, but quickly picked up pace. Now, my MIL is a piece of work — and I do mean that in a good way. She had 7 kids in 10 years (5 of those are boys) and she was married for 61 years to a great guy who could be very difficult to live with. She’s smart, she’s active and she’s loving. I have long forgiven her for her “yankee-ness” and have the highest respect for her and her ability to adapt to the backwater of South Louisiana. Hail, Queen of Casseroles!!
Here is a picture I took of her on Good Friday with one of her 18 great-grandchildren…BTW, there are FIVE more on the way.
Somebody’s Hero, Jamie O’Neal
One blistering week later, her baby boy turned 60. That baby happens to be my baby.
On Saturday, March 8th, we had a 60th birthday bash, complete with family, friends, and CRAWFISH!!
It was great fun and we got to visit with all of our boys, including the grand-munchkin.
Thankfully, Munchkin’s Mom came along to provide some estrogen….lots of it, since she’s expecting another munchkin in the fall.
Birthday, The Beatles
A few days later, Mini DD went off on his own to Washington, DC to the National Youth Leadership Congress, to which he was nominated by his high school. Yes, Mom is proud.
Growing Up, Bruce Springsteen
After dropping da boy at the airport, Mr. D. and I took off for a few days of fun and business in Memphis.
Having lived there for six years before moving to Mobile, it was fun to re-trace some of our old steps. We are particularly partial to Downtown Memphis and The Peabody Hotel.
And, of course when in Memphis you must do as the Memphibians do….and that means Rendezvous ribs. Now, I’m partial to Corky’s “wet” ribs, but it was enjoyable nonetheless.
Walkin’ in Memphis, Marc Cohn
Of course, in the middle of all of the travels and travails, there were soccer games to attend. Mini DD’s team captured their big tournament with an exciting last second score.
We Are the Champions, Queen
Then, there was our Easter weekend in God’s Country, a/k/a Acadiana.
Allons a Lafayette, Wayne Toups
We started with our “Resurrection” Golf Tournament on Good Friday. Here’s a picture of our nephew Mark, of “The Life of Mark” blog fame.
Fortunately, Mark is a better blogger than golfer. However, he had one of the loveliest weddings EVAH!
One of the nice things about golf in South Louisiana is the scenery. In particular, there’s plenty of wildlife to enjoy out on the links.
After golf, the family gathered for a wonderful lenten repast of…. you guessed it, boiled crawfish.
Lovely Day, Bill Withers
On Saturday, we visited with my family, including the infamous Uncle Harris — who never changes.
Still the Same, Bob Seger
Finally, Easter Sunday and the annual family pacque’ (pronounced pah-KAY) tourney. The 80 or so people who gather at Mr. D’s all participate — providing they are family, i.e., born or married into…
This is serious business. There is a bracket…
….and it is highly competitive with lots of trash talk. Many use their eggs to do the talkin’. Like my BIL, Big Mark, who utilizes the ole JMJ (Jesus, Mary, Joseph) as a psych out.
His new son-in-law Michael, displays his egg as “Pity Pacque” Champ from 2007. That contest is reserved for those who aren’t “official” family yet. This was his first “official” participation — demolished in Round 1.
Perhaps the most intimidating egg belongs to my BIL, Michael. Each year, he comes to fight with his egg adorned with the following scripture:
“Is not my word like a fire?” says the Lord; “and like a hammer that breaks the rock into pieces. “
— Jeremiah 23:29
Pretty difficult to stand there and fight God. But somehow, we manage.
The premise is to knock eggs trying to crack the opponents egg by tapping ends. While it sounds civilized, I can assure you it is not. It’s ruthless and cut-throat, pitting brother against brother….
and even the sweet little grandmother shows no mercy…
But, at the end of it all, we happily crown the champion and award the plaque. Oh yes, there is a plaque. This year’s winner is the one and only Michael and the holy egg. Here he’s awarded the plaque by last year’s winner, Grandma. Don’t let the smile fool you, folks. She is FIERCE.
Amid all of this activity, IT’S SPRING!
Here in the South, foliage is popping everywhere.
Of course, my “madness” would not be complete without mentioning that I had a business trip, or two in there somewhere. Here’s a sunrise in Charlotte….
I’ve Been Everywhere, Johnny Cash
My travels come with ALOT of airline travel and in those travels I generally always run in to somebody I know or somebody famous. However, I was ill-prepared for what I saw a few nights ago as I was hurrying to make my connection so I didn’t miss the last flight home. As I passed the Birmingham gate, I saw this…
Wherever I Lay My Hat, Taylor Hicks
You just never know what you’ll find in the airport, but I’ll save THAT for another post.