Halloween Party #1

This past Saturday was the Trashy Diva Halloween party - it's quite an event mainly because we all take our costumes so seriously.  Seriously as in "I'm going to kick-butt on the details of everything," not an "omg do not make fun of my costume - i put so much thought into this" kind of way.  Mr. Bama and I spent all of Saturday putting together our costumes (did I mention that I am the *queen* of procrastination!?) and by 8pm we were ready to party it up w/ the rest of the TD crew.

Here we are in all of our glory at the party - theme: "Favorite movie/tv star":
any guess who we are?

a little later on (and a few glasses of wine later):

Next weekend is halloween party #2, fending off our neighborhood's massive amount of kids as they beg us for candy (aka trick or treating) and Bear's 1st (What the heck!) Birthday.  Busy busy weekend in the Bama household.  Happy All  Hallow's Eve!


In Memoriam : A Piece of Childhood (please.. no laughing)

Today I received a blast from the past in my mail - an American Girl catalog.  "Oh, those American Girl people are getting ready for the holidays!" I said to myself, knowing that they probably figure that all of the women in their twenties who had these amazing dolls growing up do get curious and sneak a peek inside to see what is up in the world of Felicity, Molly and Samantha in addition to ordering for their little girls.  Or maybe it's just me.

Anywho, so I started perusing the pages of the catalog featuring dolls that only in form look like what I had growing up - modern dolls w/ the names of "Lacie" and "Chrissa" and something called Historical Dolls "Best Friends."  We didn't have those growing up, but we didnt need them --  myself and other girls of my generation were absolutely smitten with just Felicity, Kirsten, Molly, and Samantha and their tales of adventure and the details of the quirks of the times they lived in -- I think many women in historic preservation, history, archeology and the like could credit the beginnings of their all grown-up passion for their respective field began to when they opened the huge Pleasant Company white box with their very own American Girl doll on Christmas day as a girl.  I myself  took a liking to Kirsten the moment I was introduced to her at a friend's house - She didnt have my eyes (mine are brown) and she had bangs (not for this girl) BUT, she  was the only AG with blonde hair and that was all I needed!  I then bought and read all of the books about her and the next Christmas, she was my prized gift.  She had a prominent place on my window seat and I went about saving my money to buy her accessories and asking for them at Christmas.  My grandmother even made me her nightgown and undergarments (did you know that they used to sell the patterns for american girl doll clothing? Yeah.)
But the craziness didnt stop with Kirsten.  Growing up 45 minutes from Williamsburg made Colonial Williamsburg a frequent field trip destination in grade school and with that, I started loving Felicity and her story.  Colonial Williamsburg even had a partnership with Pleasant Company for education programs that encouraged girls to bring their Felicity dolls with them and experience a day in the life of Felicity in Colonial Williamsburg - talk about a little girl's dream!  To this day, I find Revolutionary America to still be the most fascinating time in history (and also architecturally!) for me and I owe much of it to Felicity.  I asked my parents for her as a birthday present and she became a fixture on the window sill alongside Kirsten (They were BFFs).  Three other AG dolls (umm, I like history and collecting?) joined them on the window sill over the years, but nothing beats the connection I had w/ Kirsten and Felicity during elementary school.

I knew that American Girl (err, Mattel) sent Samantha to the "archives" a few years ago, but she was one of the dolls that never gained a position on the windowsill, so it wasn't a huge deal to me.  Then I received the catalogue today and there, next to Felicty's picture, was a message saying "Add Felicity to your collection before she goes to the AG archives" What the heck!  I then took a look at the current line of American Girls "Historic Characters" and Kirsten was nowhere to be found.  I did some research (aka- Googling) and found out that my two favorite dolls, those who I spent countless hours playing with as a little girl and helped define a huge chunk of my childhood, have been or are slated to retire.  A sense of sadness came over me as I felt an incredibly important and defining part of my life be "retired."  I'm 27 years old, "retire" isn't a part of my vocab.  $100 says Molly's going next (run for your life, little 1940s American Girl... WWII doesn't hold a candle in historical importance to the depression era Kit or groovy 1970s Julie!!)

All of my AG collection (Felicity, Josephina, Kirsten, Addy and Taylor - umm, yeah, don't ask) sits carefully packed in my parents house in cedar luggage chests waiting until I have a little girl that I can share my youth with who will hopefully be as excited to learn about their fictional lives as I was growing up. If I'm blessed with all boys and neither my SIL or my sister has a little girl, then that is why Ebay was created.  To Felicity  - I will always fondly remember your fiery red hair, your loved for horses and having to tape your necklaces together b/c they often broke and Kirsten -  Your Princess Leia braids, your incredibly sustainable "spoon" that came in your accessories (you know what I mean, proud Kirsten owners) and how I stepped on your bed in the middle of the night when I was 10 and uttered my first curse word will always have a special place in my heart..  Ahh memories.



I mentioned in a prior post that a wonderful development had come up with work recently and that I would mention it in a future post.  Well this is the post!  My day job has given me a promotion - and the best part?  I'm being moved to the new office location, that just happens to be 4 blocks from my house.  As in walking distance.   I have never in my life been a practical walking distance from where I lived to anywhere decent - not school, not the store, not work, until now.   I guess thats the beauty of living near Magazine Street.  Even better: No more cursing at slow drivers or the random Garden District tour bus I'm stuck behind while trying to get from one side of the city to another in time for work.  I'm absolutely thrilled!


Bear - the Hybrid Dog

Inspired by Jen Lancaster's recent adventure with Doggie DNA testing, Mr. Bama and I decided to splurge for Bear's birthday and buy him a DNA test.  He's a lanky 65 pounds and we keep going back and forth about what he could be a combination of -- Mr. Bama said Great Dane, I put my money on a Lab of some kind.  Here's a pic of his mom - an Aussie Mix:
Pretty obviously Aussie, so we figured that plus something else.  We took 2 cheek swabs and then shipped them off to the laboratory to be analyzed, while in the meantime we debated more possibilities: greyhound?  pit bull? We were giddy with excitement when I got the email yesterday saying our results were complete.  The three of us sat together in the living room and I then proceeded to read the results out loud.  And then we regretted not sending a picture of our huge bundle of joy with the DNA samples, because according to them, this dog:

is a mix of:

a Brittany. I can see the possibilities a little
a Schnauzer.  Okay, so maybe this is where he gets his height .

a Yorkie? Wow, now you're pushing it....
a Shar Pei?  Really?

A Basset Hound. I'm beginning to think someone
in the lab was playing the "spin the wheel and
pick out random dog breeds" game on us
Lhasa Apsa!!?? what the?  Ok, someone was totally smoking
the Ganja in the lab.

Not one hint of Aussie at all (I'm thinking Bear's mom was lying about who she really was.  Tsk tsk)  No Lab, no Great Dane.  Nothing that we would have guessed.  Just one bird dog, a dog with a beard, two lap dogs, a hound and a wrinkly pooch.  Me thinks we need a second opinion.   Until then, Mr. Bama and I are trying to figure out a name for Bear's Hybrid variety -- perhaps a Brischkie Sharhoundsa?


Dear Mother Nature, Please Don't Ever Let It End

Right now it is absolutely amazing in New Orleans.  The humidity is ziltch, the heat has subsided and it is a perfectly comfortable 75-ish degrees out without a cloud in the sky.  The AC has been turned off and the windows are wide open.
I'm even wearing tights today.  The weather is getting in the mood for Halloween, which is perfect because this last weekend was dedicated to decorating. So out Mr. Bama and I went to find fun stuff for the house.  Six hours and five stores later, I found myself  incredibly disappointed with the Halloween decorations avialiable in the stores right now (picked-over doesn't even begin to explain the stores Halloween decoration sections), so I'm resorting to quality, not quantity.  Enter our trusty wreath that we used for our wedding + some ribbon and fake spider webs:

This plus a few orange lights for our banister and we are done and done until we get closer to the actual holiday when we'll get our Pumpkins for carving.  We've found that if you buy them too early in NOLA they will be subject to rotting away very quickly if they don't get smashed by some juvenile delinquent first.  Mr. Bama did manage to find some incredibly cute double old fashioned glasses for the holiday at World Market:

So now its just sitting back, relaxing and enjoying being done with Halloween decorating, as well as being super thrilled by a recent work development that I'm super excited about (and I will be sharing in a future post).  Happy Fall, Y'all!


Never gonna give up Teen Spirit

A friend sent me a link to this today and it made me laugh....  If you can remember back to the late 80s cheesiness that was Rick Astley and also everyone's fave early 90s grunge band Nirvana then you might just get a chuckle out of this.  I'm also ashamed to say that its kinda catchy and yes, I do love me some old school Dave Grohl.  Happy Friday everyone!

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