If anyone would’ve come up to me and said I would be a fur mom to a rabbit I would have said they were out of their mind.
Yet, here I am…a fur mom to a rabbit.
I’ve been having my lil Moo Moo for 4 years now and before I
was forced to take her inherited her, I had no idea that rabbits had so much personality and were so smart.
I was able to potty train her in one day.
I’ve been bitten by the “Bunny Bug” so now I’m in the rabbit world…buying all sorts or rabbit stuff, learning bunny body language, and viewing bunnies on Instagram.
I spoil her rotten, but look at her!
She’s so cute!
The only downside to having her is that rabbits LOVE to chew on anything.
I found out the hard way when she attacked my wall so I had to “bunny proof” her play area.
She’s a joy to have hopping around though. I wouldn’t trade her for anything.
Hoppy 4th Anniversary Moo!
Yeah, I’m a month late and a dollar short, but I’m still here so…let me tell ya all about it!
It was cold. It was wet. It was windy.
And I would do it again in a heartbeat!
Even with the inclement weather, I still had a great time. I don’t know how the Captain does it, but the krewe just keeps getting better and better.
The pre-party was off the chain! Over three thousand women filled the room.
For those who don’t already know, on the day of the ride, all of us meet for a pre-party before we roll on the streets of New Orleans. I love the pre-party because it’s something just for us before we roll and unleash all of our throws onto the city. We get to hang out with sisters we haven’t seen in a while. Some riders live out-of-state, some out of the country and it’s always wonderful being able to spend time with them and the rest of the sisters. Here are a few pics taken at the pre-party,
After the pre-party, we hit the streets and threw til it hurt! Man, I gotta tell ya…that cold/wet/windy combo wasn’t nothing nice! It’s all a part of parading though…some rides will have great weather, some not so great.
I wish I’d taken a picture of the crowd that was out there in the rain supporting us because they were the real MVP’s of the evening. At one point, the rain began to come down pretty hard…I was expecting people to pack up and leave. They did not budge…I was floored. I couldn’t throw to them fast enough. Anything they asked for (expect for purses because I didn’t have anymore) I gave it to them. They more than deserved it.
Shout out to anyone who was out there in that weather with us! You are the real deal!
The krewe is still young (7 years old) and has already topped 3,000 women riders. I’ve been a member for 5 years and this was my first year as a lieutenant. People kept asking me how I liked being in that position. My response was always, “it’s like breathing” because it feels so natural. When you have a passion for something, it doesn’t feel like work.I have no plans to ever leave the krewe. When I’m so old that I can’t climb on the float anymore, then I’ll stop riding.
Nyx has made history in a lot of ways,but what really impresses me the most is the inclusivity. The fact that so many women of color ride in the krewe (and are float lieutenants) speaks volumes. And that inclusivity is visible from the streets. That means a lot when you are a child out there trying to catch throws. I’m not going to even talk about my childhood…when my own kids were young, they didn’t see anyone that looked like them on the floats (and if they had blacks in the krewe, they were few and far between) and my kids are in their 20’s. It’s nice to be in a krewe where diversity is seen.
If you’ve never experienced Mardi Gras in New Orleans before and plan on coming one day, make your reservations so you can catch us! You will not be disappointed! We throw like crazy! See the picture below for evidence…lol.
I’m looking forward to riding in 2019. We ride on Feb.27th…now, I just checked the weather for that day and this year it was clear skies and 72 frigging degrees at night! Imma need the weather gawds to do a repeat for next year.
Y’all I know that I was supposed to come back with all of my Mardi Gras stuff, but life got in the way of my blogging plans…which leads me to this post.
Lately, I have been feeling the squeeze of being a part of the sandwich generation and the grip is getting tighter and tighter. If I had to relay it in NOLA terminology I’d say that…I feel like an overstuffed po-boy from We Never Close…
and that’s one stuffed azz po’boy!
BTW,We Never Close is closed. I miss those sandwiches.
Lately, my father has been very ill (I almost lost him in January) and my son has been ill as well. Taking care of them and working full-time(taking care of other people) has been grueling! And I don’t think it would be as grueling if I were not a nurse. I think it’s the constantly being “on” is what’s getting to me. If I were an accountant and counted beans for a living and then went home to take care of the family, I don’t think it would be stressing me out as thin as I am now. I’m probably gonna need a mental health break soon…blogging about it is great therapy too though 🙂
In my line of work I hear a lot of people being very judgmental towards those who put their parents in extended care facilities. Let me be the one to tell ya, taking care of elderly parents is HARD WORK..and I do this for a living! Can you imagine not having any experience in the field and trying to take care of your mom or dad at home?
And a lot of it is mental…try taking the car keys from your elderly parents. Think they’re gonna just give up their independence all willy-nilly? NOT!
Stop judging people who put their parents in nursing homes. Most have families of their own and have siblings who bail out and they are trying to make sure their mom and dad will be taken care of. It’s hard being a part of the sandwich generation…they are doing the best that they can and sometimes best is putting your parents in a facility.
If you know someone who is taking care of his/her parent (especially if it’s someone you are close to), a few respite hours is probably what they need most. Offer to keep an eye on their parents for an hour or two so they can get away and maybe see a movie.
I’ll probably take an extended weekend and just lock myself up in a hotel room for a few days.
I need the rest.
Yep, I’m a bad, bad BayouCreole. The entire carnival season has come and gone and I didn’t come over to my blog to post anything. Well, that means I have that much more to blog about. I didn’t go out today to see the parades…too tired and had to hit the plantation to earn coins so I can eat some vittles.
I’ll be back with a post tomorrow and I’ll tell you all about my carnival season as a Mystic Krewe of Nyx Float Lieutenant…yes, I’m a float lieutenant now!! 😀
Hope you had a great day!
Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas!
Jerome Morgan went to Angola State Penitentiary at the age of 17 for a murder he did not commit.
I remember that day all too vividly.
It was a horrible day for our entire neighborhood.
Jerome is a very good friend of one of my brothers, but you know how it is when your brother has friends that are always around…pretty soon they become extended family.
And that’s what he is to me…one more brother added to the branch. We all grew up in the same neighborhood and Jerome was always such a sweet kid.
Which is why we knew from day one that they had the wrong person when they carted him off to prison.
And sentenced him to life without parole for murder.
Thanks to the Innocence Project of New Orleans, he is now a free man. If you want to read the story, you can find it here.
He was let out of prison in 2014, but the D.A. had plans to appeal and retry him. However in 2016, the D.A. decided to drop the appeal.
The nightmare is over for him. He can now go and live the rest of his life out in peace and love.
When he hugs me, I cry. It’s a hug that says “I never thought I’d hug you again, I’m so happy to be hugging you right now.” He never wants to let me go, I always have to break the hug.
I think he’s still amazed by the fact that he’s a free man now.
20 years is a long time to be locked down for something you didn’t do. And to be at “the Poderosa” at 17 years old…I can’t even imagine.
It didn’t break his spirit though. He’s just as sweet as he was before his entire life was turned upside down. He now has his own barber shop and he mentors young kids.
I’m so proud of that dude.
Welcome home Rome…we love you.