Monday, February 27, 2006

The Bachelor in Paris and my thoughts on Mardi Gras

I am sitting here watching Dr. Travis McCutie try to decide who to pick to be Dr. Mrs. McCutie. On the one hand, there is Sarah. She is from the same town as him, Nashville. She is a kindergarten teacher and just cute as hell. Very sweet and seems like someone who would be so fun to be friends with. Then, there is Moana. She is from California and has major issues. I mean, the girl has broken the fuck DOWN on many different occasions. I mean, who knows, maybe this really did open up a flood gate of emotions for her, but Good Golly Molly, the DRAMA. Clearly I hope he picks Sarah.

Things here are slowly getting back to normal. I have been trying to catch up on things. The husband went back to work. In fact, he works a ton this week so I won't be seeing him much. The good news is that he could very possibly be changing fire stations which would be fantastic. I choose to not go up there and visit him because I truly detest the people he works with. If he moves to this adjacent station, he is with the same fire company but in a station by himself. I could go have dinner with him, etc. That would be a huge plus. Part of the problem is that he has to work with his ex-brother-in-law and frankly I don't like his ex-wife or her family being in our business. I mean, it is just too uncomfortable for me over there and I am glad that perhaps in the near future, I won't have to feel that way anymore.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW! He picked Sarah. I love it I love it I love it.

OK, on to the post. Can I just say how absolutely ridiculous I think it is that this city is for having Mardi Gras? For those of you that are not truly aware, Mardi Gras is more than one day. It is roughly two weeks of parades, balls, costumes, drinking, debauchery, etc. And that's fine. It has never been my cup of tea, but locals and tourists love it. It is a huge economical boost for the city. HOWEVER, there are thousands of people - local people - the people that live here, work here, play here, build homes here, have children here - thousands of them can't come home. They CAN'T. The city council does not know their asses from holes in the ground. The city can still not tell people if they have to build their homes on higher ground. Insurance companies are playing money games with good solid citizens who paid their premiums for 5, 10, 20, 30 YEARS. Levies are still being debated in Washington. New Orleans is NOT a priority. Nor is any part of the Gulf Coast. I can only hope that those people in MS and AL have political and social leaders that are caring for them better than New Orleans does. They have played them promoting Mardi Gras as the city needing tourist revenue and I do not dispute that. However, it costs the city to put on Mardi Gras and do not believe for one instant any report you hear that denies that. Who pays for the extra police, fire, EMS services, etc? Yeah, HI. They are taxing these departments that are already at their breaking points due to being understaffed. There are layoffs all over the city. People died, are still suffering, are continuing to go through the remains of their lives, trying to build new ones, and the fucking city is worried about parades? Way to have some priorities. Typical New Orleans bullshit. I would move from here in a fucking HEART. BEAT.

Things with the MIL have not calmed at all. She had my own nieces ambush me online the other day. I signed on and saw one of my nieces on and rather than putting my away message on so I could work, I just left it be and went on with working. One of the nieces spoke to me and I did mention that I was working. Then the other niece signed on and I mentioned to her that I was working. Now since the MIL knew I was home, she called the house. I had my mother answer the phone and inform her I was working. She said she wanted to ask me something and my mom offered to take a message but she insisted on talking to me. So fine, Mom said I would call her back. I call the husband at work to tell him about the ambush and he tells me that his cell phone was just ringing. He checks, sure enough, MIL. She leaves voice mail. Turns out that she was just calling about money. Long story there. But why make my nieces part of your evil plan to paint me into a corner. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to be a part of your life. You make me ill, so move ON.

I gotta go to bed. I am tired and irritable and PMSy. I realized today that the PMS came a tad early this month when I was driving home from the fire station bring the hubs din din and I almost pulled into Walgreens in order to fill my trunk with as many Reese cups as would fit. I kept driving though. Ate a huge salad with grilled chicken and then took a long walk with the Pooper. I make myself sick. I shoulda just eaten the damn cups.

Elizabeth at 10:06 PM

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at 11:26 PM Melanie said...: Did you see how Moana did her ugly cry on tv? Oh, that was bad. I reserve that cry for my house and my house only!

I hope that MIL of yours gets a clue soon.
at 9:39 AM Kami said...: I don't watch the Bachelor.

What the hell is up with your MIL?? And yeah, couldn't we spend that Mardi Gras money on some other shit?

Dumb asses.
at 10:45 AM Tammy said...: Ugh. Can't stand Moana. She's so "intense"! Blech.

Tell the mother in law that you want nothing to do with her and don't want to talk to her. What a biotch.
at 12:16 PM Amy said...: I'm so happy to hear your views - I don't know if you read my comment before, my DH is from Metairie, our whole family on his side is over in your area. We were supposed to come check things out for Mardi Gras, but my little guy was sick. We were there at Thanksgiving, and yes, so much of the city (and the coast) is exactly as Katrina left it. I think they just don't know where to start. We want to come back there to help out, but my Grandmother is here, and there's the job thing. GREAT on the chocolate thing - I can never do it.
at 12:29 PM Amy said...: Bachelor - didn't watch this year.

On to MG, I think that it was done as a morale booster. Most of my students from NO went home for it and were really excited about the experience. I agree with your thoughts, but positive things will hopefully come out of the celebration.

You MIL is a bad word in my book.