Cyrus the dog

The Lorso’s family has a dog. He has the look of a terrier, but the body of a bassett hound, which means he has that low to the ground waddling walk with feet turned slightly out, even though he looks like he should have longer terrier legs and be able to spring easily up [...]

Beijing, here we come

We’ve made it to Tampa, and have a whole day to chill before leaving on the cruise. I’m not gonna lie, driving the Friday after Christmas was pretty brutal. But we know how to have a good time in the car, yes we do! We play such games as Find [...]

Mayday

I need a holiday from my holiday. I’m glad to see family and all, but after a while ALL THE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD ARE IN CAPS LOCK BEGGING FOR ME TO SHOUT THEM OUT LOUD. Fortunately my self-control wins out. Most of the time.
Also, I’m beginning to wonder if having [...]

I am thankful…

…for turkey, party mashed potatoes, cornbread dressing, and pumpkin spice cake with cream cheese. And for fairly good metabolism.
…for big clawfoot bathtubs and the grandparents who have them.
…for the rain in North Carolina. They needed it as badly as we do.
…that my family didn’t in fact die from the meatloaf that I made [...]

Prepare to be dazzled

We got ourselves a new camera.

Merry Christmas to us, from us!

Material material everywhere and not a word to write.

Y’all, the Lorso’s family is a hotbed of blogging material. The stories would just write themselves, I tell you. But seeing as how many of them are reading this blog (Hi, glad you’re here, glad we’re family), a fact I discovered this weekend, I’ll leave you to your imaginations. No, actually, I [...]

Family circus

That was a total crap post yesterday, wasn’t it? I imagine that the creator of NaBloPoMo was hoping that when its members posted every day, the posts would be a little more thought out than a text message. Well, c’est la vie.
I am indeed out of town at a family wedding, and one [...]

Someone you should know about

I have a pretty fabulous grandmother.
She’s a member of the Red Hat Society and she plays a mean game of chicken foot dominoes.
She never fails to pat me affectionately on my tush when I leave her house, saying, “Drive defensively,” always just shy, I suspect, of adding “young lady.”
She took me at five years [...]