If you had a chance to flip through Monday's New York Times "Giving" section you might have noticed a picture of Grace in an article about organizing relief for victims of Hurricane Katrina entitled Internet Matchmaking: Those Offering Help and Those Needing It. The online version of the story, unfortunately, doesn't show her photo, and I know you've probably seen enough people wearing one of my goddamned t-shirts, but Grace chose to wear her "Writing Well is the Best Revenge" Boob Billboard for her photo session and I couldn't be prouder. The relief effort is far from over, so if you haven't given already hop on over to Grace's Direct Relief blog to see what you can do.
I suppose it's time I followed my own advice, because I still haven't given any money for Katrina relief. After New Orleans turned into a vast saltwater swimming pool I, perhaps rather stupidly, was busy writing checks to (a) my high school, (b) my local public radio station for airing NPR's extraordinary, week-long coverage of John Roberts' Supreme Court grillings, and (c) Doctors Without Borders for everything they do for people on this earth who face pain, illness, and death without the bleakest hope that an entity even half as incompetent as FEMA will ever lumber to the rescue.
Of course, the real tragedy is that my month-long "post-infectious" cough has been joined by a bossy little sinus headache, stuffed-up ears, and lots of mouth breathing. And my period. I can think of nothing more attractive than a sunburned, sneezing, perpetualy irritated woman in a Wicked Weasel with a sanitary pad spilling out of it. No, actually I just wear the top with a pair of board shorts and hang on to my water wings until it seems appropriate (and we start watching the clock at 3:30) to order a mojito.
You don't care. Why would you want to read about my vacation? You just want to see the pictures. Well, here are a few.
I suppose it's time I followed my own advice, because I still haven't given any money for Katrina relief. After New Orleans turned into a vast saltwater swimming pool I, perhaps rather stupidly, was busy writing checks to (a) my high school, (b) my local public radio station for airing NPR's extraordinary, week-long coverage of John Roberts' Supreme Court grillings, and (c) Doctors Without Borders for everything they do for people on this earth who face pain, illness, and death without the bleakest hope that an entity even half as incompetent as FEMA will ever lumber to the rescue.
Of course, the real tragedy is that my month-long "post-infectious" cough has been joined by a bossy little sinus headache, stuffed-up ears, and lots of mouth breathing. And my period. I can think of nothing more attractive than a sunburned, sneezing, perpetualy irritated woman in a Wicked Weasel with a sanitary pad spilling out of it. No, actually I just wear the top with a pair of board shorts and hang on to my water wings until it seems appropriate (and we start watching the clock at 3:30) to order a mojito.
You don't care. Why would you want to read about my vacation? You just want to see the pictures. Well, here are a few.
20 Comments:
looks like vacation was a nice relaxing, barefoot time. :) glad you're back. i'm mailing those beads today. :)
mmmmm mojitos.
LOL! Sounds like a typical family vacation--so much fun that you can't wait to get home and relax.
Mrs. Kennedy and Fussy Readers,
Thank you for thinking about the good folks on the Gulf Coast. Any help you can extend to these families would be greatly appreciated.
Mahalo,
Grace
You wait until 3:30? And what do you drink from 11:00 until 3:29?
Don't forget about mimosas and Bloody Marys. They make early-morning alcohol socially acceptable.
The Wicked Weasel tag-back made all my pain go away. You are good.
I do care, fellow cough sufferer. I love the trick rays!
Ok. You may not have *written* a check, but your post about Operation Panty Drop netted big time for Katrina peeps' asses.
Unfortunately I have been sidelined with... well a nasty ol' leukemia diagnosis. Otherwise, I'd still be pimpin' drawers on butts.
You did plenty. We had most of the stuff come from your way. Cheers and glad to see you back. *off to check vaca pics*
Amaranta said...
mmmmm mojitos.
I second that!
Our webmaster is from the NOLA area and we gave her some disaster relief recently. It was "non traditional" but she really needed it! She's written an awesome blog about her family's experience. I lived in Lousiana for almost 7 years, we go back every year for Mardi Gras. This year, when we return, I will be dragging with me a ton of clothing, along with my two children, and we will find a place to volunteer and help. Of course I will also be doing my part by supporting the drive-thru dacquiri stands. ; ) If you want to see La's blog, her addy is http://www.katrinarefugee.blogspot.com/ Do whatever you can to support the Katrina victims, even though the rebuilding is taking place, there is such a vast need for help in the affected areas! And even if you support your local shelters, you will be in turn helping withe the relief efforts because the local shelters aren't getting as many donations because the concentration has been on Katrina affected areas, the local shelters need replenishment too. (But remember Lousiana has the drive thru daquiri stands!) : )
nice feet dollbaby!
why wait until 3.30? i'm pretty sure 12.00 has been the long-accepted standard, unless you're curing a hangover, and then it's pretty much from sun up.
Who knew rays had chins? That looks like fun though.
Your feet look so relaxed in that pink toenail picture.
More pictures, please.
Oh sister, I hear you on the whole mestrual cycle deal. I don't know which is worse a vacation with PMS or a vacation worrying about the pad getting soaked on Popeyes water barge adventure that I am riding for the fourth consecutive time just to make the kids happy.
I am currently stuck sleeping in a pull-out recliner next to a sick child in the hospital, and judging by the looks doctors and nurses who catch me sleeping keep giving me, I look JUST LIKE that description by Bill Bryson. Thanks an effing lot for putting it out there so it can run through my head...(just kidding--it actually gave me a much-needed laugh).
Still wearing the "writing well" shirts and turning heads wherever I go. I wore it to set up for my 6th grader's school Book Fair, because I enjoy endorsing the power of the written word.
I've finally joined the blogger nation. Come visit.
Fantastic photos! Looks like paradise to me. Happy Holidays! - Jill
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