A note to Tulip

I love you Munchie, but please keep your new mantra in mind when pondering the tastiness of our shoes, clothes, furniture and, most importantly, bodies:

I really can't and I really musn't.

Oh the Tuesday Morning Market

This week I was able to make my return to the Cresent City Farmer's Market due to Spring Break and the absence of 8am Anatomy from my Tuesday schedule! Was very exciting. After an uncomfortable phone call I was on my way on my own, which is really how I like to go to the market. So much fun to explore on my own! Until I went, I didn't really realize how much I missed going every week.


I didn't make it into the Market until about 9:07, so I headed DIRECTLY to Miss Taylor, wrapped in wild hopes that she still had eggs. Our conversation went a little something like this:
Me: Good Morning Miss Taylor, its so good to see you!
Miss Taylor: Oh heeeeeelllllo, bayhbay, it sure is gooood to see you
Me: Do you by any chance have any eggs left this morning?
Miss Taylor: Oh Bayhbay, no more eggs
Me: Oh shoot, I knew I was going to be late and miss them, and I so love your eggs!
Miss Taylor: Oh Bayhbay, there weren't no eggs this morning
Me: Oh, well that makes me feel a little better, did you sell them early?
Miss Taylor: Bayhbay, we ain't gunna have no more eggs until we get some new chickens.
Me: Oh (its's becoming a little more clear to me)
Miss Taylor (not seeing that I'm beginning to understand): those lay-ers met their end this winter in the bottom of my stock pot. And that soup was goo-od.
Me: Oh, well I am glad it was tasty Miss Taylor. Any idea when you will have eggs again?
Miss Taylor: Bayhbay, its hard to come by good lay-ers, so I just ain't sure. But the Meat Man has about 38 dozen baby cluckers over there.
Me: Ok, thank you Miss Taylor!


Then I headed over to the Meat Man. He looked like a lumberjack. Or basically what you might imagine a very rural Louisiana butcher might look like. I wait my turn. My turn arrives. I ask for 3 dozen eggs...

Me: Good Morning Sir, may I please have 3 dozen eggs (there are literally STACKS of egg cartons on the table)?
Meat Man: 3 dozen's sure a lot for a mite like you.
Me: Oh they aren't all for me, I get them for my friends as well.
Meat Man: Well alrighty then, what else you want?
Me: Oh that's all, just the eggs, thank you
Meat Man: Now little lady, you be needing some meat with those eggs.
Me: Thank you, but I'm vegitarian, so the eggs will be plenty
Meat Man: VEGITARIAN?!?! You know those there eggs came from a chicken right? Which is an animal
Me: Yes, I am aware of that sir, but thank you for pointing it out, if I hadn't known that would be good information to learn
Meat Man: You know hunny, good for you, you're keeping some pretty famous company you know
Me: Excuse me?
Meat Man: Yep little lady, Hitler was a vegitarian.


So in the end I got my farm fresh brown eggs. And a lecture, because I wouldn't eat this


Or this


It was quite a morning at the market!

The Saints are Coming...

And we are going to be there!!!!!!!


Today I received the most exciting of calls, round 2! (For those of you who don't know, the most exciting of calls, round 1 happened last summer, and ended up being a bit of a downer) But Round 2 was different.


For Round 2, the first item of business to clear up was whether there were 2 together. Affirmative.


Were they underr our self-imposed spending cap of $XXXX.XX? Affirmative.


And THEN, I was given a choice of where we wanted to sit! After a quick pow-wow, we selected EZ vs CRN.


So what does this all mean? This means that this fall, my sistah and I are going to be be sitting, in section 2XX, row 6, seats X and X for the ENTIRE SAINTS SEASON!!!!


WE GOT SAINTS SEASON TICKETS!!!!!!!!!!!


For those of you who didn't know, I have been on a waitlist for Saints tickets since days after Katrina.


The Saints have been this city's dream team, and we are now going to be a part of it all. Every week.


Who Dat!

A week ago today...

A week ago today, I became a real Southerner (at least by my account).


And why do I feel I passed that milestone, you ask?


Because a week ago today, I went on a date with a Southerner. And not just a slow-talkin, yes m'aamin Southerner. No, this is a swamp campin, alligator killin' Southerner.


Yep, you read that right. The majority of our dinner date was spent discussing the various and sundry ways to catch, kill, and eat an alligator. Which, in case you were wondering, is yes, illegal, but according to good ole boy, there is an overpopulation problem the locals take care of the old-fashioned way.


Bottom line, he was nice, there will not be a second date (hopefully there will not be a request for a second date either!) and I feel justified in my newly extended Southerner status.


Happy Alligator Day!

Two in a Row!!!!

Two nights in a row Miss T. LaQuinta has not disturbed her humans during the night. This is starting to feel like a trend. Which is AMAZING! Just like her.


And yes, she does sleep like this in her crate. While she may look like a lab mix, she's really a monkey/invertebrate mix...

Guess who slept through the night!?!?!?

Our little darling slept through the night for the first time last night!

It really was a circus...

Britney's Baaaaaaack!!!!!


Her opening concert of her world tour was last night.


In New Orleans.


And my sistah and I were there!!!!!


It was very fun! She put on quite the production! Poor girl was under so much scrutiny and pressure I am not sure what she could have done that would have pleased everyone, but I thought it was great. Dude, I'd be nervous too!!!!


She danced.


She moved her lips while music played (I don't think anyone really thought that was her singing live, but I don't really think anyone really sings live during these type of concerts anymore!).


She strutted.


She showed off a HOTT bod. Basically, Britney rocks, and she rocked the house last night.


So glad we were there!!!