Wednesday, May 31, 2006

My Beautiful Cats


Layla (the tabby) and Noor (the Siamese) cuddling in The German's chair.

It's so rare to see them getting along so well. They usually prefer to sleep in different places.



Don't they look like sweethearts in the photos above? However, would you like to see the truth?

When the moon is full and there's a cloudless sky...

They transform into "Los gatos de Diablo"!!
From their private lair (also known as the overturned cat bed) they conspire.



While the people sleep, Los Gatos de Diablo make their plans to destroy the human race.

Le Papa et son Bebe



At first Le Petite Acadienne was playing with her daddy's (my brother) shirt. Soon she was nodding off trying to resist her nap.

There's nothing like being held by daddy to help her get to sleep.


The end result of a hard day at play.

Le Bon Petit Gateau





That has got to be one yummy cookie!

The Spaghetti Massacre



My PetiteSouris has so much Tomato sauce on her clothes that it looks like the two of them were shot and knocked unconscious courtesy of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

La Petite Acadienne



Doesn't she look like a little caterpillar in these first three photos?


Le Petite Acadienne is now fast asleep next to her very own drool spot.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Don't Get It Twisted!

Me with my ghetto girl expression as we discuss family gossip.

Me and Petite Souris

I am definitely her favorite aunt as you can see, right?

Where's the Teeth?

VanGoghGirl told PetiteSouris to make a funny face and this was the result.

Sporty-Spice?

This cousin is the caretaker. She always keep track of when it's time for me to take my medicine and she makes sure her husband (Tank) eats right and takes his Insulin shots. When I am in pain, she is always the first cousin to notice it. She's also REALLY strong and used to play football with our male cousins when we were children.

Tres Luxeux

This is the cousin with the best sense of style. She always looks dashing no matter where she goes. Now that she is pregnant, she looks even more amazing.

My Prima Locita

We are so happy to have her back in the United States with us.

Muffin Close-Up

We used to call her "Muffin" because her cheeks were so plump that she always looked like she had food in her mouth.

The Cool Uncle

Uncle "Tank" and his nieces

Nuestro Familia de Mestizas


Mis primas, mi hija, mi sobrina y mi

It's a Hard Knock Life...

for any doll that happens to reside at my flat.

The Two Dolls


Petite Souris loves my daughter's doll because they share the same name.

My niece

Ma petite souris avec une poupee.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Le Commencement

Because of slavery and poverty, many black people don't have photos of their ancestors beyond one or two generations. I am blessed to come from a family that was rather affluent even during the days when some blacks were still being enslaved in this country. Well, I suppose the fact that not all of my ancestors were black probably played a big role in this too. Nevertheless, as a result of their relatively comfortable lifestyle, many of my ancestors were able to afford to have their pictures taken formally. These photographs were carefully saved and copied (and restored as necessary), so I was able to grow up surrounded by the faces of those who were long gone before I was born.

My mother took photos of us as children and as teenagers and I never gave much thought to why this was important until a few years ago. I wish that I could say that my entire life doesn't revolve around cancer but it does. After I got diagnosed, I started thinking about what my daughter would remember about our time together if I didn't live long enough to see her grow up. I wondered what I could do to help shape her memories even after I'm gone, so I started taking pictures. I started out with a cheap little 35 mm camera and eventually moved my way up to a digital camera.

Since I don't have any training my photos aren't intended to be works of art but, rather, simply snapshots of time--happy times mostly. My main goal is for these pictures to be something that my daughter, VanGoghGirl, can eventually look at and recall how much happiness we managed to have despite the difficulties. Sometimes I like to show these pictures to others, so I decided to start posting them here to make that a lot easier. Since Hurricane Katrina, most of my family remains displaced and this is the easiest way to have them share in the memories even when they aren't physically here with us.

If anyone else happens to stumble onto this site, feel free to take a look around. I think we all have a bit of voyeurism in us and I wouldn't begrudge a stranger their right to be unobtrusively nosey. Feel free to leave comments if you like. I always enjoy hearing from others.