This is the much anticipated first release of the Addie and Daddy Band. They have plans for a West Coast tour this summer.....stay tuned for a schedule of dates and venues.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
The Addie and Daddy Band
Friday, April 25, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
The day that Noa came to play!
Was also the day we had to let our kitties go. It has be been very hard and I still miss them but I am so grateful that Noa was here. She is so sweet it made it impossible to be sad. Thanks Noa
Thursday, April 3, 2008
A CRIMINAL?
It was hardly a crime of passion. I mean really, I doubt if I’ve played with the thing twice since I took it. But never-the-less I broke the law. And after weeks of guilt I’m ready to come clean about the whole sloppy affair. Now, before any of you go running for the phone to dial the authorities let’s take a moment to examine the details of the crime. Now I know I am youthful to say the least, but I’ve caught enough episodes of Law & Order to know that the question of intent plays a large role in determining ones guilt. So let me replay the events for you as I see them.
It was a warm Monday afternoon when my Mother and I entered the store. The thought of Shoplifting couldn’t have been farther from my mind. I think it relevant to say that at the time I was barley seven months old. The world is nothing more to me than a bedazzling array of new and interesting things. Something as simple as going to the grocery store sends me into a state-of- mind equal to what Mr. Bush might call, ‘Shock and Awe.’ I’m not kidding. The hum of fluorescent lamps, the bustling people, coupon dispensers, sale displays, I could go on and on.
On the day in question the grocery store proved no different for me, each aisle we shuffled along was an avenue of absolute wonderment. I cooed and cawed in marvel at jars of spaghetti sauce and boxes of detergent. We had just finished with one of the aisles when we encountered it, a wire carousel playing host to a variety of finger puppets. Admittedly I found these items intriguing, but I didn’t reach for one. In all honesty I was using the time afforded to circle the row as a chance to catch my breath, to regroup. But there it was, the elephant in the room, the finger puppet display. My Mom paused to consider it and so I did the same, but please bear in mind that my hands held tightly to her beaded necklace. It wasn’t until I heard her encouraging words, urging me to take one that I reached out and grabbed it. Now this wasn’t your average dollar store finger puppet, this was the read deal. In the great state of
The point I’m making is that the intent was entirely my Mother’s. If anything I’m guilty of obeying her commands. And so I reached out my paw and took the dragon from its perch. My excuse, I’m a baby! You could hand me a scorpion and I’d gladly accept it. I have no grasp of etiquette, I know not the social boundary I crossed. And so when it was later discovered that I still held tight to the puppet despite being a block from home, I ask you, am I to blame? Is my conscience to continue pinching at my soul? Am I not worthy of vindication?
I must say that getting this out makes me feel so much better. I think I could sleep through the night but I don’t want to screw up my parent’s schedule. As far as other things go. I’m nearing my first birthday and the buzz around town is that it should be a pretty good party. If you’re reading this blog you better be there. So yeah, in other news, I pulled myself up today and I’m now playing ball, nothing serious, just rolling it back and fourth with mom and dad. Thanks Daisy.
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