The NOLA Chronicles

I want to start this post by thanking those who made the trip to New Orleans possible.  Thanks to Billy for the time, Mom and Dad for the beer money, I mean “spending” money, United for the safe, on time flights, Ann for being a wonderful host and “The Freshmaker”.  I would also like to thank Pete, Sam and Patrick for putting up with some unnecessary C U Next Tuesday shenanigans and last but not least, to Ms. Christy for not only being a SUPER trip planner, a really wonderful friend and quite possibly my favorite traveling partner . . . next up . .. THE AMAZING RACE?   We’ll see.  . .

Here’s the good stuff.  I went to New Orleans. It was Carnival – which is the time before Fat Tuesday (which translates to Mardi Gras even though even the locals call it Mardi Gras during Carnival.)  So we hit Café du Monde, the benjets were amazing and tasted wonderful with a Diet Coke.  We got to meet Pete, The Freshmaker’s super great boyfriend.  I think he was not only floored by the amount of powdered sugar we got on his pants, but the extremely graphic topic of conversation taking place that lovely New Orleans afternoon.

 Canal Street was fun and even though we couldn’t find Brangelina’s house, we had some AMAZING fried chicken and PBRs.  Paging through the local paper, I saw an ad for a wig shop and that was SO fun!   Brad the wig master helped me find the perfect pink number to wear to the parades. Christy got some little dealies that made her look like a Fraggle. It was AWESOME.  After the wigs, we got all glittered up and caught the fever. 

We saw a billion parades. Actually, I don’t think that is an actual count, though it was really cool.  My favorite throws were the Muses.  The Muses Krew is all women.  They are super fun. Chicks just know how to give gifts. I don’t think there is any way around that. Bacchus had the best floats, hands down.  I was really impressed with the theme as well as the fact that HULK HOGAN was the Grand Marshall.  That guy is freaking huge. Jason Hervey was also on that float and was really digging my pink wig.  He pointed right at me and if I recall correctly, Mr. Hervey is known by the trashies as “Pervy Hervey” as this pal of Scott Baio likes his women.  I just scored some beads off of him. There is no restraining order necessary.

 We also got to see the massive destruction of Hurricane Katrina.  Even though much time has passed, there are still so many stories that need to be told and lives that need to be rebuilt.  The destruction is still of epic proportions and I have a knot in my stomach just thinking about what I saw that sunny February morning in the lower 9^th ward and the amazing misfortune of those living next to the Murphy Oil corporation.  To hear the stories of where people were and how they dealt with the disaster made it all so real. Everyone has their own tale and I wanted to get as much information as I could.   When we were done with the tour, I was glad we had another parade to go to. I really needed some cheering up at that point.

 

New Orleans wasn’t what I expected at all.  I’m not sure what I expected.  People freaked out like I was walking into a third world country.  They have Walgreens there.  How bad could it have been?  Um . . .ok.  So Bourbon Street is trashy.  We were barely down there. We watched parades from the neighborhoods Ann and her friends live in, so there were kids everywhere. I didn’t see one set of boobs while I was there.  I’m ok with that. Really, I am. 

 

I still can’t talk.  I was screaming at the faceless floats for plastic beads.  I brought home about ten pounds of beads and my kids went crazy.  Again, I still don’t have a voice. I will do anything for two happy little girls. Anything.

It is really good to be home.  It always feels great.

Peace Out

MCMILF

Brett Favre made it . . . I was proud of that!

The Hulk Fans were out with flying colors

This chili was FABULOUS.  Marcus and I enjoyed it.

This was my only NOLA cop encounter.  That was a good thing.

I’ll release one NOLA photo . . .

I have a huge post coming on my trip to New Orleans . .. I have a post in the works, though here’s a preview of my gal Christy and I catching the Mardi Gras Fever. We really had a great time. . . . as I said more to come . . . what’s the next trip?  Maybe the Amazing Race?!?

Peace Out. Stay tuned for more.
MCMILF

A little entertainment for you until the NOLA pics come rollin’ in . . .

This is my oldest. The lighting needs work, though we’re always looking for something to do around here. Enjoy. It’s worth the entire 5 minutes. . . . the breakdancing, the interpretive dance, the whining sister. You can’t lose on this one.

Peace Out

MCMMILF

I’m Off!

Hey folks!

Thanks for all your splendid responses. It’s great to be back and even though I was outed a bit early, I’m glad to be here.  Here in the frozen tundra, the temps have hit  20 below with the windchill.  No school for the kiddies either!  What’s my reprieve?

I’ M LEAVING FOR NEW ORLEANS AT 1:00 TODAY!

My girlfriends and I have been planning this trip for about 8 years, so once the marriages, babies, babies with cancer, being broke has passed (maybe not the being broke part) we have finally managed to make this happen.

I’m sure photos will be posted, fun will be had.  I just didn’t want you to think I all up and deserted you!  I did not.  I’m just taking a well deserved vacation with my girlfriends.

Stay cool . . . but not as cool as the Wisconsin windchills!

Peace Out

MCMILF

Comebacks Galore!

 

I’m so clever.  The other day I was in the car and heard Janet Jackson’s new single “Feedback.”  I couldn’t help but giggle a little because I was thinking of the poor gal’s yo yo diets. . . she’s huge, she’s amazing, she’s huge, she’s amazing. Anyways, the chorus of “Feedback” goes:

 Crank it up give it to me come on
Crank it up give it to me come on
I’m gonna feedback feedback oh
Feedback feedback oh
Crank it up give it to me come on
Crank it up give it to me come on
I’m gonna feedback feedback oh
Feedback feedback oh

I couldn’t help but get all Weird Al about it and switch the words around.  Man, I’m seriously clever.

 Strap it on give it to me come on

Strap it on give it to me come on

I’m into feedbag feedbag oh

Feedbag feedbag oh

Strap it on give it to me come on

Strap it on give it to me come on

I’m into feedbag feedbag oh

Feedbag feedbag oh

Here’s the real big news . . .  I got invited to have coffee with the cool moms this morning.  It was kind of a big deal.  Love it.

The  New Kids on the Block are making a comeback! My friend Katy and I want to get ripped and go.  Let me know if you’re in too. We could really make a heck of an event out of this.  Can you imagine?  They were horrible

My Official Position

I’ve gotten some feedback on the new site. Super thanks to TBV for outing me! I feel I need to comment on my official position with cycling and why I’m expanding my genre. Here goes . . . take it or leave it . . .

It seems that doping has consumed the sport and I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I don’t think anything new is going to come out on Floyd and to tell you the truth, I think the verdict has tainted the sport. I still appreciate the thrill of the race, though I don’t know if its all smoke and mirrors these days and I don’t like to be tricked. You can quote me on that.

Peace Out

MCMILF

What Happened to BK?

What a loaded question. Just for asking that, you’re getting a pretty loaded answer.

As most of you know I’m the mother of two spirited ladies.  Because of the many changes that has occurred in the cycling industry, BK has been pushed to the back burner. There’s a lot of politics from that transaction, though I left my position on fabulous terms.  What am I doing now? I’m developing my skills as a Super Mom and photographer.

Let me talk about my achievements as a Super Mom (read: why you should stay tuned).   First and foremost I have become the “Cool Mom” without sacrificing the respect of my children – think the opposite of the mom from Mean Girls played flawlessly by Amy Pohler.  I have also made new Mommy Friends now that my oldest is in kindergarten.  These are an amazing group of women on so many levels. I plan to discuss this in length in future posts.  I have figured out that I am the demographic for Good Housekeeping Magazine.  This last achievement has  been a rollercoaster of feelings, again, a topic for a later post.

Why should you keep reading? Easy. I have become a student of pop culture, trashy mags, insane gossip of the stars as well as keeping an eye on the cycling industry. (LANCE! GET OFF THE OLSON TWIN!)  I realize that I may lose a few of my hard core cycling readers, though please know, my heart is with you.

The number one question (why do those always have to be two parters?) is: What happened with you and Bob Roll and what is he doing now?  I will answer as honestly as I possibly can. Because of Floyd Landis’ recent verdict (HE WAS ROBBED!)  portions of the cycling industry have changed dramatically to my dismay and that of Mr. Roll.  I refuse to comment further on Mr. Roll’s views for obvious reasons, though please know, we still talk on a regular basis and use nice words.  We’re still friends, folks. No harm, no foul on that one. What is Mr. Roll doing now? I am not at liberty to comment on that though I am free to say that he will be featured on the impeccable cycling coverage on the amazing Versus network, which includes, but is not limited to the Tour of California.

Thanks for stopping in! I look forward to your feedback.

Peace Out

MCMILF