Disney Land Is NOT The Happiest Place On Earth!

This past weekend, I had the absolute pleasure of volunteering for the National MS Society, Kids Get MS Too, weekend family camp. It was one of the most AMAZING, most HUMBLING experiences I've ever had in all my years of living.

I fell in love ten times over with the kids and their families. The ages ranged from nine to twenty two. They also had varying degrees of disability. Not a single one of the were lacking in heart, determination or hope. Just thinking about some of conversations I had and some of the things they were able to accomplish this weekend, in spite of their illness makes me teary.

They enjoyed having fun in the vast outdoors: zip lining, walking the tightrope, playing ball, swimming. No one was worried about  feeling self conscience about their crutches or worrying about whether or not it was time to take their meds or anything like that. It was refreshing to see the kids be just kids. The parents got to have massages, play card games, talk about their experiences and laugh and enjoy being adults without having to worry about whether or not their kids were being properly cared for. It was FANTASTIC!

It was only one weekend out of our soon to be over summer. It may have been a silly conversation or a simple hug that was given during a game...but the connections the families made are lasting connections. I know I'll keep in touch with the kids and the parents.

I Lost My Soul on Bourbon Street

This past weekend was the most wonderful weekend of pure unadulterated debauchery I've had in a long time. Some friends and I, who were all a little overworked, stressed and in need of a chance to let loose, decided we were going to do just that. Let loose in NOLA!

Mr.Baybeh aka Jody

My, oh my. There is so much to say about that place. It has the never-ending smell of mold (that I hear was there pre-Katrina), the streets are filthy, the men are relentless, everyone is called "baybeh", gold fronts have not gone out of style, bars don't close, nudity is acceptable as is drinking while pregnant, the food is amazing, the drinks are plentiful and made with grain alcohol, it's hotter than hell, the jazz is phenomenal, it really has a bad smell, the beads flow as if everyday is Mardi Gras, the area is steeped in history and some areas are still beautiful while others are condemned, street performers are plentiful and did I mention the smell?



Amy and "Big Sexy"



An ever present theme there: I have seen enough to know that I have seen too much! I'm pretty sure that about 80% of the things that happen on Bourbon Street are illegal...but eh, nobody else seemed to mind so why should I? At some point, I think after we were leaving Bourbon Street, Amy dubbed it, Gomorrah! lmao. I swear that was the best analogy.

A trip wouldn't be complete without photographs and a quote board. Most of these we said while full of alcohol. Enjoy folks.

--> I wanna po' boy!

--> I wish he would've walked into me so I could punch him in the face.

-->Real bosses don't carry cameras...they have paparazzi.

-->Is she snoring?

-->She's waiting for the light to change....huh....fck you Honda!

-->I think I have foot syphilis! (which turned into foot herpes, etc)

--> This place smells like swamp, funk and ass!

--> Why are all the men in New Orleans bite sized?

-->Your mama didn't raise you right, she raised you racist.

-->D: Has anybody seen my cellular? K: It's probably in my ass! (Shout out to Shelly, Mandy and Jasmine)

-->This thing is a cock blocker. If you want me to, I'll take it off! re:rings

 And there are many more that we were probably too inebriated to document or just plain forgot.



On The Bayou