Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
"Oh, yeah, I was on stage with them once!"
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Every cotton-pickin' day of my life - Yes!
Should I sell "Dixie" and buy a grown-up car?
Should a woman my age really be wearing Wellington Boots?
I am going to spend the next 70 years wearing what I want to wear.
Doing what I want to do.
My philosophy on life is I'll live my life my way as long as it doesn't break God's Law, the Commonwealth of Virginia law, and doesn't hurt anyone.
I'm also careful about making sure I'm covered up and modest! I don't wanna make the above mistake - YIKES!!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
So, I suppose before I wear them, I should make a pit stop
The things we girls go through.....
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
No woman should have to leave the labor/delivery room or hospital empty-handed. No one.
A few years later I was blessed with the oppotunity to became the spokesperson for the Missouri March of Dimes, traveling the state, telling our story.
There are so many stories like this. But every year, because of people like YOU who take time out their hectic schedules to get involved, there are less stories like mine to tell.
So, to you, I want to say 'thank you.' YOU are my hero.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Or it's very possible my love for Olivia comes from a deep-seeded, unfulfilled childhood fantasy. You see, I have always wanted a baby pig. I still want a baby pig! If I had a dollar for every time I begged Daddy for one I'd be a millionaire. Of course if I had a dollar for every time he said 'no', I'd be a multi-millionaire. And you know that old saying about how we grow up to marry our fathers?...yup - you guessed it. Still no baby pig for Kathie.
But don't feel sorry for me. This story does have a happy ending! You see, last night at the Kennedy Center before the ballet performance of 'Peter Pan', Mama and I browsed through the gift shop. And right there on the shelf smiling back at me with that sweet little 'I-know-you-want-to-buy-me' grin, was Olivia herself, performing her own ballet routine of leaps and pirouettes.
My heart leapt with joy! Why, I'd almost forgotten about her!
Without a moment's hesitation I paid for the book. Clutching it tightly against my heart I almost felt as if Olivia herself had reached out to me. For that evening during the ballet performance, all I could contemplate was a sweet little girl that would (in a few years) be perched on my lap, eyes wide with wander as she watched her first performance of the Washington Ballet.
What better way than to allow this charming little character, Olivia, to plant that first seed of interest.
And you can guarantee, that if Sophia ever decides she wants a baby pig - it will be hers for the asking!