Were of were has my little Larri gone?

As I sit here on the eve of Martin Luther King Day all aflutter of the up coming celebration, I can't help but to think back to the MLK day festivities of the past.  They were filled with wondrous activities and traditions such as... well nothing!  

Honestly, if it wasn't for the  Anchorage Municipal Employees Association requiring that I take the day off, it would have come and gone like any other day.  So with that I would like to give a heart felt "shout out" to those union and city officials that have granted me another paid day off, of yeah and an extra "shout out" to my fellow tax payers for footing the bill.  Don't misunderstand me, I can appreciate and certainly do sympathize with the suffering that many black Americans have endured.  It has been a painful road for those that have brought us to this point in society.  But to fight so hard to be viewed as the same and then have such things as diversity apprecition week, 

I think that things such as this just keep reminding us how different we really are.  But I suppose they are trying to do something, which amounts to a lot more than some chuckle head blabbing on about nothing.  

Today was a fun day.   was awaken at the crack of 7:30 am to my first born crying.  Oh what a wonderful noise.  Carson, Nancy, and I had a leisurely breakfast.  Carson had a couple of waffles, Nancy tried to salvage what she could from a dried loaf of bread that had been hidden for who knows how long in our freezer.  Reluctantly, s

he decided on an English muffin.  I had a cranberry-orange bagel that was delicious.

The day progressed as normal.  Carson would quietly play for a few moments, and then scream for a few more moments.  Play, scream, play, scream, sometimes scream while playing.  At about noon he and Nancy took a nice long nape, I went to the gym.

When I returned I was driving into the blinding sun that was reflecting off of the wet 

pavement.  I had not been able to find my sunglasses for sometime, but made a mental note to look under the seats of my truck when I got home.  I parked Nancy's car in the garage and let Larri out for some fresh air.  While rummaging through my truck Larri would bring me her racquetball and I would throw it for her, then continue on my quest for the lost sunglasses.  This carried on for about 7 minutes when I finally  gave up.  I was shutting my door as the neighbor was backing out of her garage, we exchanged waves and the customary head node and mouthing of "hello" and she proceeded on her way.  After about 5 minutes I noticed that I had not seen Larri for sometime.  I whistled several times but she never came.  To make a long story short, Larri is in locked the neighbor's garage, who I hope went to work and not on vacation.

Such an emotional trauma can only be calmed by a r

ide to Girdwood for ice-cream.  Which I can report to Greg that it is except-able.  I had  a scoop of "Death by Chocolate", Carson had "Huckleberry" something or other, which he declared was "bhuuur!" and didn't finish, and Nancy had a scoop of "Mint Chocolate Chip" and scoop of"Cookies and Cream".

Oh yeah, I still haven't found my sunglasses, Nancy is pregnant, and Larri made it home at around 12 am.

Happy Martin Luther King Day!