Holy S**t!!!
I am moving tomorrow…I am moving tomorrow…Somehow, I know it will happen, but I can’t quite visualize it. Oh, scary scary hurricanes. Hopefully, they’ll stay away. It’s kind of crazy how life just picks back up. I got someone cooking me dinner on Saturday when I get in town. I’m babysitting Sunday. Sunday evening someone is cooking for me… this is maybe why I got fat in New Orleans. At this point I’ll take fat and happy any day over skinny and stressed to the gills. Have I told y’all I’m pretty much skinny again? Who knew, it wasn’t about exercizing and eating spinach, it was about staying so stressed that your stomach is in knots and you can’t imagine putting food in it?
And of course, I can’t be pleased. I am so excited to be going back home, but so sad to be leaving the area. Cheryl and Adam are two and a half hours away, it’s been great getting to spend this time with my in-laws, and I dare say I won’t have any Klan rallys to protest. There are some drawbacks, obviously, to New Orleans right now. Still, I told Chris from here on out we’re going to be like those crazy Cajuns on Grande Isle and just rebuild year after year after year. Hurricanes are one of your kinder disasters if you have the means to evacuate. They say they aren’t going to keep us out of the parishes any more, like with Katrina when we had to wonder about our home for a month before we got to see it with our own two eyes and then leave it indefinately.
Well, I’ll leave you with a link that I think is interesting, it goes through the timeline of just how exactly New Orleans and it’s surrounding areas flooded. Check it out.
