Tough Guy

Steve's expression convinces me that he has secret aspirations to work as a Target-tough-guy and drive a waverunner-on-wheels.

Art on Wheels

This past weekend was the infamous Art Car Parade in downtown Houston. Having never seen a display of these mobile masterpieces, I walked down to Discovery Green Park to check out the cars up close at the preview party.

As I walked around inspecting the work of each car crafter I couldn't help but remember the days that my parents were in charge of building a stake float. Of course it wasn't your normal float--it was an extravaganza that took many hours to build. It was so rewarding, though, to share the massive work of art with so many people. I quietly laughed to myself at the car show this weekend when I saw so many kids trying to touch the art cars, and so many artists trying to prevent their intentions...and I was glad not to be one with "fingerprint anxiety."

To see my recap of the Art Car Preview Party click here.

Your Mom...

Steve and I had the privilege of hosting this years' Mothers' Day celebration at our home--Steve's parents, Christina, and Charlotte were the list of partiers. It was a great way to break in our new dining table. (Finally...a table!) Steve and I spent the greater part of our afternoon making messes and cleaning them up, aka making dinner. Of course we couldn't escape the big day without some mishaps--like covering the mixer in strands of candy while "making frosting". Charlotte kept us entertained with her cars and vogue style in sunglasses. It was a treat for us to host such a fun dinner party and honor some of the great mothers in our family.

Rocket Power

Houston is buzzing with excitement about hosting the Lakers for Game 3 of the playoffs. The Toyota Center was surrounded by the red sea of Rockets fans and alter egos of the players hours before the game. I can't tell you how many different Yao's and McGrady's are parading around this city tonight. Steve was lucky enough to secure a coveted seat in the arena under the guise of "entertaining work clients" while I went on a mini outdoor excursion near the Toyota Center. The most memorable part of my solo downtown tour was the vocal display of southern hospitality coming from a parking lot attendant: "Someone go in there and kick Kobe in the knee!"

Time Warp

I'm growing suspicious that our home is secretly disguised as a Star Trek-style wormhole where space and time are blurred. (and yes, too bad I've seen lots of Star Trek)Exhibit A:

Steve had a summons for jury duty on April 22nd. He had been anticipating it for some time and told everyone at work he would be gone that day to fulfill his citizenship duties. He attended a teleconference from home the morning of his scheduled jury duty and again pointed out that he was out of the office. Just as he was leaving for the courthouse, he took a second look at his summons paper and realized that "today" was actually April 21st--jury duty was the NEXT day. I imagine he felt a little sheepish rolling into work late that day after so thoroughly advertising his absence.

Exhibit B:

I had been looking forward to attending the ballet at the Miller Outdoor Theater this evening. All the performing arts companies come to the outdoor theater once a year and put on a free show for the public. I've attended the Houston opera, symphony, and musicals, but of course when the ballet comes I make it a priority to attend. Steve and I were at a party earlier in the evening, but announced our early exit to go to the ballet. We found some great seats and opened our program to...The Gold? Some original musical about olympics? Of course! I should've known--today is NOT May 8th! I could've sworn it was... Needless to say, we didn't stay for the surprise performance.

From now on we either need to keep our activities (or what we think are our activities) on the DL or get a calendar.