Meeting Foghorn Leghorm

Amanda found this picture and left it on my desk at home.

That’s her sitting on my lap in the photo, but of course she has no memory of the day she was touched by my favorite Loony Tunes character. She has no memory of that horrible vacation from 2001. It was awful. I will never, ever willingly go to San Antonio, Texas, again. I’ve never seen so many rude people who wanted my money despite their behavior. Other than the giant chicken pictured here (it was well over 100 degrees F that day — can you imagine being in that suit?) the only really nice people we encountered in Texas was the Middle Eastern family running the last motel we stayed in before boarding an Amtrak train that broke down between San Antonio and Fort Worth.

But bad memories are making me digress. I’m always a little shocked to see old photos of my kids and realize how much they’ve changed. It makes me wonder where the time has gone. Look at Mandy here … a spindly-legged toddler (barely) with almost no hair. She was … maybe 18 months old at the time. Now she’s four and already knows if she offers up her perfect little smile and bats her huge blue eyes at me she’ll get pretty much anything she wants. At the time of this photo, she couldn’t ride anything at the Six Flags Fiesta Texas park. I did get her on the carousel, but only by sitting on one of the benches with her on my lap. They wouldn’t even let me hold her on one of the horses.

I really don’t have any news to report today. Not yet. Rumor has it everyone in the department will get some one-on-one time with the new boss after lunch today, so I may have something after that. Probably an, “I really can’t say how the department will be structured or what your role will be,” kind of news report.