A very busy week kept me from getting this uploaded sooner! We got some decent videos and good photo or two. Enjoy!
Caidy and I took off early Tuesday afternoon and after almost four hours (to go about 60 miles) we made it to the Quarter House in New Orleans to stay the night and see the Saints carry the Lombardi Trophy Mardi Gras style through the streets of New Orleans.
This past Martin Luther King Jr. holiday we went to Fleurty Girl in New Orleans to pick up some Who Dat gear. Caidy scored a Boutte Call shirt, Mom got a Who D@! shirt, and I got the #whodat hashtag shirt.
We’ll have some proper attire for the Saints this weekend although I appear a little bent (not quite heterosexual) for the photo.
We named her Mardi since we’ve lived in Mardi Gras country for over 7 years (At least it’s the French word for Tuesday and not Fat). She was adopted from the Terrebonne Parish Animal Shelter on January 8, 2010. Caidy picked her out over the holidays, but it was almost two weeks of waiting since she had to go to New Orleans for shots and neutering.
Mardi was born November 20, 2009. She’s a Shepherd/Unknown and we have no idea about the Unknown part. I guess we will found out soon enough. Pretty smart for a little puppy and starting to get the house-breaking thing. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun with this one.
Fate the 12 year old cat has given her a provisional “thumbs up”. The other two cats are still thinking about it.
Roughly thirty years ago my parents bought a 14 foot wide by 80 foot long mobile home. It wasn’t the original plan.
After they moved to Louisiana they spent several months dealing with some of the crookedest real-estate people you can imagine. For some reason these people thought out of state newbies from Phoenix would be easy suckers. They tried to sell my parents over priced housing in crime ridden neighborhoods, flood prone housing, and my favorite; A fire damaged house where they laid shingles over huge burn holes in the roof. My folks had enough. They bought a mobile home, moved it into a trailer park in Tioga, Louisiana and started hunting for some land. Continue reading “Ta Ta Tioga!”→
Our kitchen and dining room area takes up about a third of our small house and has one tiny window. Why anyone would paint the walls prison gray and make a dark textured faux stone back splash from cement and plaster I don’t know. Previous owners left us with a large cave-like room more suitable for a white trash Batman so it had to change.
This is my wife Caidy’s birthday present this year. She makes sure to remind me about once a week that I “should do more art”. See she knows that before the Web, even before the graphic design degree; I would draw and paint on just about anything. It’s so hard sometimes to make time for plain ole messy art, but it’s cool to have a friend to remind you and make you miss it.
It’s a fluer de lis completed in oil and mixed media on chiseled wood. The wood was an old solid piece with a slight warp that was laying behind my shed. I worked with it for about three weeks. Chiseled at it on the patio for three hours one day while Caidy was at work. Smuggled it back and forth to work along with my paint supply tackle box and other gear. I’m lucky Caidy never went into the shed last week. She would have figured it out easily.