Nine months must have been a good age for Miles. I captured quite a few adorable smiles that month! Enjoy.
Mardi Gras is one of those days that makes me miss my Louisiana family and friends so much more than normal.
I tried to give my south Louisiana native husband a taste of home with a Cajun dinner out last night. My sister and brother-in-law watched Miles so we could enjoy the special Mardi Gras menu at Franklin Street’s Lamasco Bar and Grill.
We had a great time and indulged in some really tasty food. I got a pound of boiled crawfish, Michael a shrimp Po’boy and we split an order of jambalaya.
Hope everyone has a great and safe Mardi Gras.
We went to the Mardi Gras parade on Franklin Street this weekend and had a great time. My mom, sister and her son Charlie were able to join Michael, Miles and me.
It was a little different from the parades I was used to in Louisiana but we still had a great time!
Maybe one of these years we can plan a trip back down to Louisiana around Mardi Gras to show Miles what it is really like. In the meantime, Evansville is starting a pretty fun version of it right in our backyard.
What did you think of the parade? Did you catch a lot of beads?
Throw me something mister!
I’m 33 and am embarking on a pretty huge journey with my family — homeownership.
And it’s a very exciting and terrifying thing. I usually feel at least moderately smart and with it holding my own in a variety of conversations and settings. But throw out terms like PMI, inspections, APR and escrow and my insides start to get all squiggly, my head hurts and my eyes water.
But we got “preapproved” for an amount that was above what we were shooting for, a pleasant surprise, and we have started the hunt!
We went from talking about really wanting to buy a house a few weeks ago to going to a few open houses on Sunday to now having a Realtor, mortgage company and giant loan today.
Tomorrow we are going to go on a house visiting blitz with our trusty Realtor after depositing the munchkin off with his grandma. I’ve decided it will make the whole process A LOT smoother. We’ll let him put in his two cents after we’ve narrowed the field down a bit.
I know at 33, most of my peers may already be on house number two or maybe even three; we are late to the party. But I’ve been so transient for the past decade or so — 11 cities, six states, two countries — that homeownership really didn’t make sense. We’ve decided that Evansville is going to be home and our family needs a place to really settle into.
I’m stoked but also may throw up in a closet from all this anxiety.
What do you wish you would have done differently when you bought your first home? What one thing do we need to watch out for? Give me your best home buying advice!
We spent this past gorgeous Saturday strolling up and down Franklin Street taking advantage of the first-ever Gumbo Cook-off hosted by the Franklin Street Events Association.
It was a lot of fun and some really great food. In addition to meeting some friends for the event and basking in the (unfortunately short-lived) sunshine and beautiful temps, it was also a great reminder of my former home and my hubby’s nearly lifetime home of Louisiana.
It’s the state where we met six years ago, the state we married in nearly four years ago and where most of his family and many of our friends still reside. It is also a state filled with AMAZING food, fun and cooky traditions and more culture than any other place I’ve been to in the U.S.
I’ve always said that Louisiana isn’t really like its own state, in many ways it is like its own country. The most basic thing of splitting up the state into counties is even done differently there with “parishes” instead of counties. And a whole portion of the state still fluently speaks French, Creole or an interesting mishmash of the two. It’s like a whole other world; and that is awesome.
So Saturday, as we walked around the Westside of Evansville, we were, for a time, transported back “home” to Louisiana hearing some familiar tunes, tasting the rich flavor of gumbo and smelling the spices drift out of the establishments.
There was crawfish, there was gator, there was File and there was even some horseradish (a non-traditional, yet tasty) gumbo adornment. My favorite was what was served at Thyme in the Kitchen and Michael’s was served up by volunteers from Another Chance for Animals at Tin Man. There were a few that were far from traditional but still tasty and none were inedible, although a few only deserved a taste and a “second-chance” bite.
I can’t wait for the Mardi Gras parade this weekend!
I think we all have these dreams of some other kind of career, even if we are quite happy with the one we are currently in.
One of the jobs I’ve fantasized about is to be a cupcake baker. I don’t really like to bake much else, but LOVE to bake cupcakes.
At nearly every newspaper I’ve worked I’ve for I’ve kind of been a one man “sunshine” committee. It drives my husband nuts. But I enjoy making things a little brighter in the places I work and for the people I work with. It makes them happier and in return makes me happier.
In Dothan, Ala., at the “Dothan Eagle” my friend and co-worker Christie and I would bring in yummy treats or have all night goofy craft sessions and make silly gifts for our co-workers like birds made out of pompoms, pipe cleaners and googly eyes. In Alexandria, La., at “The Town Talk” I made sure each of my co-workers got special treats for every holiday. And about a year into my time there decided everyone needed birthday cake on their birthday.
I quickly discovered I wasn’t a great cake baker. And plus, cake requires forks, knives and plates. Cupcakes became the solution.
So when I switched jobs to Anderson, Ind., at “The Herald Bulletin” it seemed like the thing to do — cupcakes for everyone birthday. And I took things up a notch. There were no more tubs of mediocre vanilla or chocolate frosting getting slathered on cake mix cupcakes. Nope, this chick started taking special orders and made all from scratch cupcakes.
Peanut butter and jelly. Chocolate orange. Dark chocolate raspberry. S’more. Peanut butter chocolate (a favorite). The list goes on and on. I had so much fun trying out different combinations. And with each one I got a little bit better.
This most recent job has me at a much larger paper and my hands continue to get fuller and fuller by the day as my toddler gets more active. So I scaled back my cupcake efforts and bake cupcakes to order for the birthdays of those in my department.
But here I am, on a random Tuesday with a serious NEED for cupcakes. A gander at my calendar shows no birthdays until July! Ack. I may just have to make some Flag Day cupcakes for Monday!
What’s your daydreaming job?
My husband and I have never been real big “shower them with gifts” people. That may come out of necessity as we stick to a pretty tight budget but even in the days before kiddos we were pretty reasonable when it came to presents.
I’m one of those women who when they see a big display of flowers delivered to her office that thinks, “Those better not be for me! That’s way too much money.” I’d rather Michael pick up a bunch of tulips once in a blue moon at the grocery store for $10.
I’ve picked up his favorite candy or will make a special meal. Or maybe we’ll go out to eat somewhere a few days after the actual holiday to celebrate. But a box of chocolates, flowers or jewelry just aren’t my thing.
Honestly, it’s the little things that count. Moments like seeing “I heart U” spelled out in sliced grapes on the cutting board on a random Wednesday mean a whole lot more than waking up to some roses on Feb. 14. And that’s not to take away from those who need or want those roses or chocolate or whatever else on Valentine’s Day. It’s just not my thing.
What are the moments that make you feel extra special or loved?