Where art thou, Romeo?


I do apologize for not writing sooner! I have been rather busy with having went on “vacation” and the holiday that just passed. By “vacation” I mean no work, but definitely no laziness. I like my time to be lazy, which is what I’ve been doing as much as possible since I got back from said vacation other than work. And which is why I haven’t blogged. I know, excuses excuses.

When you go on vacations (away from home—to other states) sometimes you realize how much you dislike where you live. I went away to another state that was just different. I’ve lived there before and didn’t miss it until I moved to the “big city”.

Isn’t that how it always works?

It was quiet there. Peaceful. Wide open spaces. I enjoyed it.

I got back home and it was just…loud and irritating for some reason. No wide open spaces to be seen.

But then I start thinking– in every place you go, you will find some flaws to it. Everything and everywhere has flaws.

So I am thankful (I know it’s a bit late for this post) for what I have now. My home, my family, my friends, my possessions that make life a bit easier every day. And even though those things are not glamorous, they are still MINE.

Sorry this post wasn’t about finding my Romeo, but I had to get your attention somehow. ;D


Throw me some beads, mister!

Daily Prompt- “You have to learn a new skill. Do you prefer to read about it, watch someone else do it, hear someone describe it, or try it yourself?

D) All of the above.

When I’m learning something new, I usually mix all of these techniques together. I will say I am more of a watcher than a listener though. For most new skills, I usually watch someone do it then I try it myself. If someone just tells me how to do it, it doesn’t sink in.

Like with math. My dreaded subject. If you told me to add 20 to the equation then subject 50 and multiply that answer by 1/3 and divide by 150, I would just give you the deer in headlights look because honestly…I have NO clue what you just said.

If you show me how to add 20 to the equation then subject 50 and multiply that answer by 1/3 and divide by 150, I might could get close to the correct answer.

I am a visual person for sure.

My dad usually fusses at me because I am bad with direction. I can look at a map all day, but still not quite understand where the hell I am or where the hell I’m going. Almost like math. Almost.

Thankfully, I am getting better with my directions in this hectic city. And thankfully there’s MapQuest.

Speaking of my dad, his 59th birthday was yesterday. He’s getting old and I still haven’t even gotten close to giving him any grandchildren. Oops!

Since I have been “granted” 4 out of the 5 days of this week off from school due to Mardi Gras, I think I’ll enjoy them by: relaxing, watching all of the movies my dad hates, eating fatteningly (don’t think that’s a word, but tough) delicious foods, and perhaps studying for my last 2 finals on Thursday.

It’s so hard studying when you don’t want to. I’ve been down this road MANY times along with pretty much 99.9% of all other college students. I must say study groups do help. Even if you don’t want to study you will make yourself because everyone else in the room is doing it OR you can be social and chat it up with your school friends. I do a little bit of both at mine. I have one Wednesday.

Maybe not...


Maybe not...

Maybe not…

Back to Mardi Gras. I’m sure everyone in this country knows that Louisiana is an expert at partying. The citizens take EVERY opportunity to do so and when big holidays like these arrive, they go buck wild. I am not one of those, but next year I do think I will partake in these drunken, crazy, festivities in New Orleans. I wanted to go this year, but I would like to better equip myself and perhaps go with a “big, hulking black guy”. Nah, just kidding. Although I will be bringing along several guys. Big ones if possible. Or at least ones who are black belts in any kind of martial art. A girl needs serious protection in that crazy city! I doubt my pepper spray and pocket knife will cut it. Ha ha, get it? I know.

You do what you gotta do…


The 11th item

Daily Prompt– “What’s the 11th item on your bucket list?


I haven’t actually taken the time to write out a bucket list. I know, I’m 22. Time is ticking, but I just kind of know what I want to accomplish in my head before I perish.

If I had a bucket list, this is what would be number 11:

Visit all 50 states at least once.

For some reason, I love to travel. I have a horrible sense of direction so these 2 things clash from time to time, but personally I think they just make traveling more interesting. You learn more about cities when you get lost in them. Or that’s my opinion anyways.

I have lived in Louisiana, South Carolina, Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky, Alabama, Texas. Out of those states I have lived in several cities. My parents thought it would be cool to uproot me every year or, if I was lucky, every couple of years until I got to high school. Let me just say…IT’S NOT COOL AT ALL! You make and lose so many friends when you’ve been to around 7 different schools in your life. The experiences were neat, but never have I ever had a sense of home or a hometown. The longest I’ve lived in one place was 4 years and that’s ONLY because I begged my parents to let me stay in one place for my high school career. And even then a big nasty hurricane came through and screwed that up.

Not only did moving suck, but the whole process. Packing, yard sales, unpacking. I also tended to carry a piece of each accent with me along the way. I didn’t think I sounded very different, but even people in Louisiana say I have an accent. So what if I say, “y’all” and “ain’t” too much? My iPhone says those are actually words so they must be. Ha.

The states I have visited ONLY: Florida and Arkansas.

That’s sad that I can’t visit many states without actually living in them.

I can say one thing though- my allergies are tired of the Deep South. Oh, and so am I!

Rain, sun, wind, heat, cold, clouds. That’s a typical day down here. You never know what each day will do until it actually happens.

I’m not a big fan of those kinds of surprises. I like knowing what to wear and it staying appropriate for the ENTIRE day. Is that so much to ask? NO!!!

I am dying to visit the north. As you already know, I’m slightly obsessed with NYC and would love to visit it BEFORE I reside there.

Or Minnesota.


This world is too gigantic to be stuck in one spot for the rest of my life.

I guess I’ll blame my parents for turning me into a nomad. Seems legit.



A quick excursion down to New Orleans

Everyone has to do it at least once in their lives. New Orleans has been a city gossiped about for centuries, with reason of course. Today my dad and I took a quick trip down to “The Big Easy”. The drive went well and was only an hour and a half. Thankfully.

The sun was shining, the heat index was increasing, and the people were friendly. Even though I look like a baked chicken right now, I had fun.

Walking a few blocks from a nice (and reasonably priced) parking lot, we made our way to the French Quarter area. I must say, for a hurricane just passing through there, I didn’t notice at all. It looked as beautiful as ever. I loved the greenery hanging from every balcony, the trees on every block. It was just gorgeous. I know, I know…it’s hard to believe since it’s the Mardi Gras party city once a year, but it’s true. We didn’t make our way down to Bourbon Street. That’ll be for another trip. Possibly one WITHOUT my dad so I can taste the local…cuisine.

We did however visit the French Market. Even though there weren’t a lot of tourists around town it looked as if all of them were in that one strip of sidewalk. I did enjoy checking out all of the different booths and interesting people who ran them. I could spend quite a few bucks in there. Yep. We decided to high tail it when a foreign guy followed us around for a little bit trying to sell us items. No means no.

After that, sweaty and hungry, we landed at the Gazebo Cafe which is a lovely outside restaurant with the most delicious muffaletta’s ever! And they have jazz bands playing too which gives it the right atmosphere. If you visit NOLA, you must try one. And when I say one I clearly mean a half or a fourth of one because they are huge! I could only eat a fourth. I know, I’m a wuss. Our waiter was an interesting little guy until he called me my dad’s wife. Eww. Sadly, that happened twice today.

After finishing our delicious sandwich, we strolled on to the candy shop a few feet away and scrounged us up a couple award-winning pecan pralines. I must say, they tasted GOOD.

Even though I would have liked to have visited Bourbon Street and a few other areas, I did enjoy our short trip. They had tons of adorable hotels to stay at right in the midst of the French Quarter if you do plan to make a weekend of it or whatever. I do plan on going on a haunted cemetery tour of New Orleans sometime soon. That’s right up my alley.

So if you’re ever down in the deep south of Louisiana you should totally stop by. Parking is cheap, the food is great, the atmosphere is 1 of a kind. You will enjoy it, but I do warn you…if you go around a holiday be ready for a crowd. But you already knew that. 😉


BEWARE of the landlady

This morning my dad told me it was time to pay our rent. He hates this time of the month, not because he has to pay rent, but because of our landlord. She is a 90-year-old Cajun woman who traps you in her house when you go over.. Earlier today (notice I didn’t say today) I was feeling generous so I told dad I’d bring it for him. He was so excited. THAT’S THE BIGGEST MISTAKE I’VE EVER MADE!!!

I change into an outfit that won’t cause her to bitch about needing to be more modest and I walk over. When I get close to her front door I notice she has a window open. Remember, I live in Louisiana and it’s about 85-90 degrees outside around 10 a.m. She yells for me to “come on in” which I can’t understand so when she opens her door she’s like “COME ON IN!” She answers wearing her little old lady clothes and I notice she’s sweating. This worries me. This could mean her A/C is out. Crap! So I walk in with the rent check in my hand and greet her. Well, I’ve been warned that she will trap you in her house and tell you stories from when she was young and force hot coffee on you. The last thing I want when it’s 90 degrees in this ladies house is COFFEE! I tell her I just ate breakfast and that I don’t want any, but thanks anyways. Okay, issue averted. No wait. Just kidding. She pulls me out a chair at her kitchen table and continues to take TWO coffee mugs out of her cabinet. 2. Not 1. Which means I WILL be drinking hot, gross, instant coffee while trying my hardest not to melt into a puddle. I sit down and watch this pitiful old lady walk around her kitchen to grab the teapot of boiling water from her stove. She walks over and with a shaky hand starts pouring water in my cup. This makes me very nervous. Not only could I leave with sweat drenched clothes, but also a burned lap. Thank goodness she didn’t spill anything! I fixed my coffee (I was not in the mood for any…I don’t particular like coffee when it’s 90 degrees outside) somewhat how I like it because I knew I wouldn’t be there long enough to drink all of it. She complains about the heat and I see she has a window unit in the living room that’s right off of the kitchen. I ask why she doesn’t have it turned on. She then starts to tell me that with the window open and the air running it won’t make much of a difference. So I suggest she close the window and just turn on the air. She is 90 years old so she doesn’t understand this. I feel bad for her which is why I just can’t be mean to her. Hell, I don’t know if  I could be mean to any senior citizen.

After accepting the fact that I was trapped with gross coffee and sweltering levels of heat, I take small sips of the coffee and listen to her tales from when she was young. None of these are interesting by the way. If she used to be in the CIA and was a spy or fought wars in the military then I might have been more susceptible. She told me about how she started working at one of the hospitals here when she was 14 and how she worked in the cafeteria. Then she went on to tell me that her husband (who was never around because of his job) went to the Bermuda island or something. She said she was “not one who follows the man”. I agreed with her on that part so every now and then I would nod my head and say “oh okay cool” and “yeah”, thinking the whole time of an escape route. She then continued to tell me how she dropped out of school in the 4th grade and at age 16 or 17 she bought a little house so that she could raise her kids. Obviously the husband came home a few times if you know what I mean.

What my dad failed to mention is that once she starts talking she does NOT stop. I had to wait at least 15 minutes in order to get in “I have to go”. I stood up from my sweat drenched chair and was heading towards the door when she started talking again. Before I stood up, she gave me a piece of advice about not spending my money before I have it and holding on to it, which would have been helpful under different circumstances. I forgot to mention, this lady is a millionaire who is such a tightwad she doesn’t even like giving us gas money for her lawn mower.

Beware of the house behind you…

I had to listen a little more then I opened the door and escaped. I ran home. I could not wait to walk in and feel AIR CONDITIONING! I do not know how people did it back in the day when it didn’t exist. Kudos to them!

Dad now knows not to ask me to bring the rent check again. He owes me big time. 😉


Me and Disaster…we’re real tight

Top 10 Disaster States

Earlier this morning my dad showed me this link about the top 10 most disaster ridden states. I was the one to point out that I have lived in 5 out of the top 6. For multiple years! I am an optimist. I swear. Ha ha.

Who says I’m not a daredevil?! Psssh. The funny thing is is that my parents were responsible for moving me to all of those states. Maybe they like to live on the edge. Now I have a cool story to tell.

Living in Louisiana (and I’m sure everyone that has lived here at least 6 months-1 year) can say that this state is basically like hell. Year round there is humidity and heat like you wouldn’t believe. Heat that will knock you on your ass as soon as you step out in it. “Why don’t you try the shade?” People say. I laugh and tell them “you obviously have not lived here.” The shade could range from being 1-5 degrees cooler at maximum. It isn’t even noon yet here in Baton Rouge and it’s already 85 degrees! My dad always wants me to go sit with him outside and although I do enjoy some nice fresh air, that does not include sweating like a pig while doing nothing. No thanks.

My dream is to move up north to New York City and although you’re probably thinking “OMG! Why would anyone want to do that?” it remains my goal. I love a city that feels alive. Louisiana is definitely not that kind of state and definitely doesn’t have those kind of cities. NYC is magical to me.

Back to the weather…I am proud to say I have been through 2 major hurricanes (we evacuated) and am alive to tell the tale! I will say the homes we lived in did not survive every one of them. I have been through Ike which devastated the peninsula I lived on in 2008 during my senior year of high school and Rita which wasn’t so bad, but also wrecked that same peninsula. I swear…Texas is nice and all but definitely not fun when you’ve got no electricity and the mosquitoes come in swarms capable of carrying off a small dog. Like mine. I have a Jack Russell Terrier. Her name is Scamper. She’s an old lady (11 human years old), but if she was indeed a human she’d be one of the old ladies you see walking 20 mph around the mall every day and shopping like a teenage girl who just got her Christmas money.

My old lady

I sure do change topics fast. I do apologize. I had another cup of coffee earlier so my brain is working faster than my hands. BzZzZzZ!!!

So yes, if you are looking to become a full-time daredevil then go ahead and move to one of these 10 states…it’s real cutting edge stuff here in “hell”.

Until next time…