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A few days after Festival International I was feeling pretty crappy to say the least. I felt like old rum was coursing through my veins instead of blood and my head was caught somewhere in between consciousness and that place where stuff that shouldn’t make sense does.
So what do I decide to do?...
These past few weeks have been a little chaotic. With the Blue Moon expanding and the clothing line coming to life, it sort of feels like the days have no beginning and no end.
Until Friday, when Joseph's pre-school had their yearly mother's tea where all the moms come to school and sit at pretty tables prepared by the children, have tea and treats, and watch the kids sing songs...
So it just occurred to me that my kids think I do nothing all day long.
It occurred to me when, yesterday when we were having lunch, I asked Emmylou what she wanted to do when she grew up and she answered, ''Nothing! Just like you!''..
This week is a huge week.
Right at this minute, my top, my design, 3 years of my blood, sweat, and tears is actually hanging in a real live store.
As of now you can buy Bayou Gauche* by Nicole LeBlanc at Kiki in River Ranch, Lafayette, Louisiana...
(I wrote this post yesterday but only got around to posting it today because...well....Sailor Jerry was still lingering aroud!)
It's definitely the Monday after festival.
Rod Stewart has taken over my voice and I feel like belting out Hot Legs is the only thing left to do.
You guys!
I found heaven and it's at exit 88 off of I-10W across the street from the Dairy Queen!
And by heaven I mean, of course, a place where there are jars and jars of candy, home-made fudge and ice cream...
Blogging has been a godsend.
Not only has it allowed me to tap into my pre-changing shitty diapers self and connect with that creative side that had taken a hiatus, but it has also opened me up to a whole new world of networking and connecting to people.
One thing I really hadn’t thought about when I started nicochic.com is that people might seek me out to advertise their stuff.
I get some requests here and there, but I try not to over-do it on product reviews and such because it can become a little underwhelming to read.
However...
Boo,
Today we have been married for 8 years.
8 years ago we were standing on a beach at sunset, just you and I (and the officiate who was wearing that tacky fish shirt..remember?), committing to a life together.
I was 24 years old and I was diving in, a tad naive I have to admit, but hungry to get this show on the road..
It's the day after Good Friday.
How do I follow up a day of eating copious amounts of crawfish and decadent chocolate cream pie?
I bake a cake of course...
Joseph and Luke are at an age now where they play hard but also fight just as hard.
Meaning one minute everything is fine and the next minute one of them has the other in a headlock.
Bear in mind that Joseph is 4 and Luke is 6.
This makes for interesting fights. And although the physical ones are mildly amusing but mostly just annoying, it's the verbal accosting that is highly entertaining.
And don't let Joseph's short existence fool you. That little boy would put any heckler to shame...
My son asked me the other day what a sweet tooth was so I opened my mouth and I said, “See all those white things in my mouth? Each and every one of them is a sweet tooth.”
Clearly not understanding my brilliant use of wit (4 year olds, ugh!), I explained to him the real meaning. And he was like “Oh.” and then continued to torture Pistache.
All that nonsense to say that I love sweets.
Let me rephrase that, if it were the apocalypse tomorrow, instead of gathering family photos and computer hard drives, I'd be scouring the pantry to make sure I rescue every last bag of Cadbury mini eggs I've been hoarding for the past 3 weeks.
However, I also really like to fit my ass in my skinny jeans so there has to be compromise somewhere.
At the end of a healthy meal, I like a pop of sweet and it helps if that pop of sweet is somewhat “healthy”.
So I was very pleased to come across this next recipe (I saw it on The Chew.)...
My daughter loves to read.
I love to sleep.
This poses a problem at bedtime...
It's not too often that Emmylou and I get time alone together.
Sometimes it's nice to get a reprieve from on demand burps, fart jokes, samurai ninja plotted attacks and stinky feet...aka Joseph and Luke.
So yesterday morning, the ladies of the house...meaning myself, Emmylou and of course Pistache, took a little time for ourselves...
The other day I was in the car line listening the Michael Baisden Show getting my groove on because that's how I roll in the school car line.
I was pleasantly listening to a little of bit of R Kelly here and a little of Boys To Men there when this oh so familiar song started playing....
My mother left to go back to Canada this morning.
She and my dad had been visiting since before Mardi Gras.
I am sad...
You know how sometimes kids say stuff the wrong way, but you just let them say it the wrong way because cheap forms of entertainment are hard to find these days.
Well, my 4 year old son Joseph does not know that those things they throw from Mardi Gras floats are “beads” and not “beans”.
And I haven’t corrected him yet because see above...