louissa sinclair

so my sister is getting married. she is leaving. well, only to another house in madrid, but she’s still leaving. i hate weddings.

ohmydeargoodness. every now and then i wonder why i was ever given a lead role in the musical.

everyone’s home. and with them came the prettiest baby in the world - and i simple adore her.

yes, that’s it.

a bit from an article i found on Vonzell Solomon…

But Solomon persevered, thriving in her role as the underdog. She outlasted talents like Turner and Constantine Maroulis, judges’ favorites like Anwar Robinson and Nikko Smith, and singer-who-everyone-loved-to-hate-but-evidently-voted-for-anyway Scott Savol.

The judges did her no favors at all. Clive Davis anointed Bo the winner and was effusive in his praise for Carrie as well. Simon Cowell told Carrie it was close, but she had done enough to advance. It had to be grating for Solomon’s fans to see her rivals lauded while she was given much fainter praise, particularly on a night where Underwood didn’t sing up to her usual standards.

yup. who else does weird faces with me for pictures? and who else goes to a semi-formal dinner with a yankees baseball cap on and makes it look so darn cool? only jeremy.

i had a wonderful evening. i love dressing up — have i ever told you that before?

yes, and i have lots of pictures. here. and some others here. i know, we are obsessive about our pictures. but just think — everything is so well documented this way! : )

‘Cause don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darling,save the last dance for me

well my dear people who don’t know how i sprained my back by diving, here is the entry and a few comments from then.

Friday, September 17, 2004

no, i went to do a dive during the summer and according to the doctor hyper-arched my back and kind of snapped it. so now i have a disc out of place rubbing one of my main nerves so my left leg is always cramping up and it’s all such a stupid pain. i still can’t believe it.
Posted 9/17/2004 at 11:51 PM by louissa

and there we have it.

random person: what are you doing?
me: cracking my back.
random person: why are you cracking your back?
me: because it makes me feel better for a bit.
random person: does your back hurt?
me: a little.
random person: why does your back hurt?
me (said with a bit of sarcasm): who knows?
random person: did you do something to it?
me: a year ago.
random person: really? what’d you do?
me: well, you see, i went to do a dive…

this is a conversation that is altogether too familiar. it’s almost been a year since i sprained my back with the dive that everyone knows about. you’d think that since it’s almost been a year people would let it go, stop bringing it up, or stop asking questions that eventually lead to the famous event. but no, it seems to be too interesting or something. people still ask about it — ask about how one might go about spraining the back by doing a dive.

this has got to be one of the most embarrassing things i’ve ever done — and i don’t think i’ll ever live this one down.

so i mine as well laugh with everyone (although i do believe that most of them are laughing at me, but that’s okay). who else can say they’ve sprained their back before?

i can. : )

“you’re good without even trying. but you could be phenomenal if you put your mind to it and really started to practice.”

i’m such a slacker at times. my teacher said that to me yesterday. did i practice today? nope.

there are some people who will always mean the world to me.

some photos of our mother’s day activities. jay, there are some with mom and the bouquet you bought.

the sun was out today. the air was warm. my shoulders and arms are pink to prove it. mowing the lawn, running, walking to the post office, reading outside… yes, i love this. if only it would stay like this.

two friends came over for the evening. we had fun — but then again, we always have fun.