For the past seven or so years, a Florida company has traveled to Edgewater Mall in Biloxi, MS, to “build” an immense sand sculpture.
Before we left for the frozen North, I got a chance to take some photos and learn a bit more about this project.
For the past seven or so years, a Florida company has traveled to Edgewater Mall in Biloxi, MS, to “build” an immense sand sculpture.
Before we left for the frozen North, I got a chance to take some photos and learn a bit more about this project.
When I was an infant, I was christened with the middle name of “Anne.”
“Anne” means “grace,” and I can only suppose my parents hoped their daughter would turn out graceful.
Sadly, I did not.
In fact, if there’s any way I can possibly fall over something, I manage to do just that.
I’m pretty sure this isn’t Rant Friday, but oh well.
The other night, Mom and I went out to dinner. We selected a restaurant we’d eaten at before, one where we’d had a good dining experience. We expected nothing less.
Were we mistaken.
Yesterday I drove to Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport to pick My Favorite Domer up for the holidays.
Today I’m apologizing to all those drivers on I-10 for the stupid move I made that could have taken out dozens of us. Maybe more.
Here’s how it went down:
Ever since I can remember, I’ve felt drawn to the South, especially during the long, cold, grey days of winter.
That pull has been exceptionally strong this year, when temperatures took an uncharacteristic early nosedive — and have yet to recover.
Which would you rather see, a sunrise or a sunset?
Have you ever felt the need to get away?
I’m not talking about taking an afternoon or a day off (though that would be nice).
I’m talking about jumping in the car or onto a train or plane and going away.
My new blogging friend Morgan has graciously presented me with the Blog of the Year award (thank you, Morgan!)
Now if you’ve been blogging for a while, you know awards like this carry rules.
On one of my regular walks, I passed by a house and saw this more-than-human-sized lump in the front yard, so I had to snap it.
What is it, I wonder?
I’m guessing it must be about 15 feet long and probably 2-3 feet high (it’s hard to tell just by looking!)
Nobody was outside for me to ask, so my imagination went into overdrive.
Was it a construction project of some sort?
A storm shelter?
Did this yard have moles — LOTS of them?
Is a small car stashed under all that dirt, a car the owners tired of because it never quite worked?
Was a whale washed ashore in land-locked Central Illinois?
Is it the burial ground of somebody’s lover(s) caught in the act?
Tell me, What does it look like to you?