I LOVE IT! I do not have to say much about this clip below. First of all, when I watched it it already had 5.7 million views. Yes, it is going viral. I bet that you will love it too. I LOVE IT! Plus, see the video further below of my grandson, lil’ Vaughn, playing his trombone and marching in the Iris parade in New Orleans.
Also, something else is going viral this week. It is the news out of Iowa. Soon I will make my predictions for the New Hampshire primaries. I think that it will be a dog fight on the Republican side.
While they will be voting in New Hampshire, we will be celebrating Fat Tuesday in New Orleans. Happy Mardi Gras! Here is a video of my grandson, lil’ Vaughn, marching in the Iris parade in New Orleans and playing his trombone.
What a beautiful day! This photo below was actually taken last weekend again waiting to see lil’ Vaughn march. I missed taking a picture then too because circumstances messed me around that day too. I had a grand ol’ time anyway. I am not too sure how I am going to make out during the rest of Mardi Gras. I know that today I am aggravated, disgusted, cold, mad with the world. Tomorrow might be better, however. Like they say, Tomorrow is another day. “The morning might bring joy,” saith the Lord. I need to look up that passage because I think that the Lord said that the morning WILL bring joy and light.
Speaking of primaries, I just want to give some love right here to all of the strong women of the world. Oh yeah, and Happy pre-Valentine! Hahaha… Yeah, I remembered.
A GRAND COMPLIMENT: Several of my relatives and “friends” have occasionally indicted me of being guilty of talking too much. However, someone with insight said something about me that reached deep into my core. Wonderful!
To understand me you need to realize that I actually visualize myself more like a fox. I said, “Thank you, Terry.” Why? Because several of my relatives and friends have erroneously indicted me of being guilty of talking too much. I think that these are the ones who become upset if I try to open my mouth at all. They become upset because they fear that I might use up any time at all with which they can rule/manipulate the universe. There is a word for this: narcissistic, maybe?